The era when Wei Ba lived in was an era when "learning mathematics, physics and chemistry, and not afraid of traveling all over the world", an era when he believed that "science is the primary productive force". However, in that era, graduate students were like dogs, and college students were walking all over the streets. He was an undergraduate student in an ordinary university, so he couldn't find a job. Even if he had the opportunity, he had no competitiveness without his father. He could only watch others eat meat, and he couldn't even drink soup.

It’s different now. In terms of professional skills, the most outstanding skilled craftsman in this era may not be comparable to him. In terms of father, although Wei Yan, this father, does not know whether it will last for a long time, at least for now, he is still a ruthless character who can make the ground shake three times even if he stomps his feet.

The situation seems to be very good, not small, but big.

It would be even better if my father Wei Yan could live a little longer.

Wei Ba threw the shovel aside - he knew that this thing must be better than wood mattresses - he began to think about how to avoid the tragic incident of the Wei family being destroyed. Technical matters seemed complicated, but in fact they were very simple. After breaking the paper, what was needed was patience and care. Human affairs seemed simple, but in fact they were very complicated. There was no shortcut to go, but more on talent. He had no advantage in this regard. It has been a day or two for his father Wei Yan and Yang Yishi to become a fire. Whether he could recover it with his strength alone was a big question.

If I go and say to my dad now, you should pay attention to Yang Yi and Ma Dai, be careful that they stab you, will he say I am crazy?

It will be very likely to be.

Wei Ba scratched his head a little.

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Wei Ba returned to his room. This was a not-so-large room, with a large bed, which he and Wei Wu used together. Wei Yan was very strict in the military administration and had high expectations for his sons. He had never been willing to equip them with maids or something. Although he knew that Wei Ba was in poor health, he had to take him with him when he came to Mianyang for inspection this time, so that they could familiarize themselves with the geography of Hanzhong and lay the foundation for the future leadership of troops. However, Wei Ba was so ill that he was confused when he arrived in Mianyang. Wei Yan threw him aside and asked Wei Wu to take care of him, and only brought his eldest son Wei Feng to work everywhere.

After so many days of coming, Wei Ba had time to sort out the room for the first time. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find anything with words except for some daily necessities. Instead, there was a clothes hanger next to the bed with two exquisite armor hanging on it. The larger one was his and the smaller one was Wei Wu.

Looking at the armor, Wei Ba had a whim and called Wei Wu, who was practicing swords in the yard. "Awu, come and help me put on the armor."

Wei Wu walked in, wiped the sweat beads from his forehead, looked at Wei Ba with an idiot's eyes, curled his mouth, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears. "Brother, don't try it. Although you have been getting better in the past two days, you can't even walk when you put on armor. You won't have to let me take it off for a while. I'm practicing knife and don't have time to play with you."

Wei Ba was angry and embarrassed: "I have to wear it today and I can't take it off." He thought for a while and added: "I'm just tired, I would rather lie here and rest than call you before you finish practicing the knife."

Seeing that he insisted, Wei Wu had to shrugged: "This is what you said. Don't blame me for not helping you. Dad asked me to cut a thousand knives every day, but I've only cut more than three hundred knives."

"Don't talk nonsense, please help me put it on." Wei Ba was a little excited: "It's a pity that there is no mirror, otherwise I would have a look at my own heroic posture."

"Mirror? What is a mirror?" Wei Wu took off his armor easily with one hand and put it on Wei Ba's shoulder. Wei Ba suddenly felt his shoulder sink. Wei Wu didn't notice it, but just said curiously: "Brother, I found that you have been a little weird these two days. Not only have you learned, but you also have a lot of weird words. What is a mirror? What does the rear-end collision mean when you said yesterday?"

Wei Ba's legs were weak, and he thumped, sitting on the ground with his armor. He always regarded Wei Wu as a child, and was not very alert in front of him, not as cautious as in front of Wei Yan and Wei Feng. Unexpectedly, this kid looked careless, but he still found many problems.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Wei Wu quickly pulled Wei Ba up, and didn't bother to ask what a mirror was. He reached out and wanted to take the armor away. Wei Ba reached out and pressed him down: "Don't, I can hold it."

Wei Wu looked at Wei Ba's blushing face and asked with some difficulty: "Are you sure?"

A line of "I'm sure and sure" came to my mouth, and Wei Ba swallowed him back and replied with three words gritted his teeth: "I'm sure."

Wei Wu blinked his eyes and saw that Wei Ba was blushing, but he could hold on. Then he carefully helped him put on his armor. Finally, he took off his helmet and asked tentatively: "Do you want this... do you want it?"

Wei Ba was so tired that he was too exhausted when he put on this mysterious armor. He roughly estimated that this mysterious armor was at least fifteen kilograms. Although it was not impossible for ordinary people to walk, he had to wear this place all day and use a knife to chop each other with an enemy. It was really not enough to be without some physical strength. For him, a sick person, it was even more of a burden that cannot be ignored.

Wei Ba calmed down, stood firm, reached out to take the helmet from Wei Wu's hand, and carefully put it on his head. He felt heavy pressure on his neck, which made Wei Ba very worried whether his thin cervical spine could hold it. He tied the buckle under his jaw, squeezed his eyes at Wei Wu, bent his arms, and posed as a bodybuilder: "Awu, how about it, is it majestic?"

Wei Wu looked at him seriously and nodded vigorously: "Majestic, of course, majestic. This armor was specially created for us by Dad, of course majestic."

"Go to yours." Wei Ba couldn't help but push Wei Wu: "Okay, you go and practice the knife. I'll get used to it. It feels really good." As he said, he took a ring knife more than one meter long from the rack, inserted it into his waist, turned around, and put it in a knife-pulling position, stared at him, trying to make himself look a little murderous.

Wei Wu was startled and quickly reached out to support him: "Brother, be careful, don't fall."

With one sentence, Wei Ba was immediately knocked back to his original form. He waved his hand speechlessly: "Go away, go to practice the knife, go to practice the knife."

"Oh." Wei Wu responded and went back to the yard to practice swords. Wei Ba walked back and forth in the room wearing a dozen kilograms of armor, practiced drawing swords a few more times, and put on a few self-righteous looks. His legs became a little sore, and he felt that this general was indeed not something that ordinary people could do. He wanted to sit down and rest, but was afraid that Wei Wu would be laughed at, so he moved to the door and looked at it a few times. Seeing Wei Wu focusing on practicing swords, he quietly walked to the bed and sat down, sticking out his tongue and gasping.

Before he could breathe well, a sound of heavy and fast footsteps came in. Wei Ba's eyes suddenly darkened. When he looked closely, his father Wei Yan's tall figure appeared at the door. He stood up subconsciously and bowed his hand. Unexpectedly, he was wearing armor and could not bend down at all. He could only hear the sound of armor, which made his face flushed.

Seeing that he was covered in armor, Wei Yan wanted to bend down to salute, and a smile flashed from his eyes. He walked in and reached out to knock Wei Ba's shoulder armor: "Okay, since you have worn armor, just salute with the military. The soldiers' waists cannot be bent down."

Wei Ba responded embarrassedly, glanced at his father, and asked Xiaoyi with her, "Dad, are you...what?"

"Yeah." Wei Yan responded, stretched out his hand behind him, holding the shovel he had just made in the morning. Wei Ba was stunned and thought to himself that Wei Feng had tried it for the farmer, why did he run to his father's hand? Did he think it was useful and praised me?

Wei Yan stared into Wei Ba's eyes and asked, "Is this what you did?"

When Wei Ba heard the tone was wrong, his heart tightened and his smile stopped. He hesitated for a moment and said, "It was made by the master of the Tiezuo."

"I know." Wei Yan interrupted Wei Ba's words impatiently. "Did you teach him how to do it?"

Wei Ba nodded helplessly: "Yes."

"When did you learn to make ironwork?" Wei Yan's face darkened and he said sternly: "You are weak and you are not willing to join the army. If you want to study, I will ask you to study, but you have not read well, so you have learned to smelter the iron? Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future and defame the lintel of my Wei family?"

Wei Ba was a little confused for a moment, and after a while, he understood why his father was so angry. It turned out that he thought he had learned ironwork and was willing to fall into depravity and went to work in a low-key career. He coughed dryly and smiled bitterly: "Dad, I didn't learn iron smelting."

"No, then how can you make this iron mat and make the old craftsmen in the iron craft praise it?"

"This..." Wei Ba was speechless, and his eyes rolled: "Dad, look at my body, can I take a hammer?"

Wei Yan was stunned, and was also a little surprised. He stroked his beard, his face calmed down a little, but he still refused to let it go. "Then how did you know how to smel iron?"

"I see it from the book."

"In the book? Which book?"

"No name, it's a broken book. I'll just disperse soon after I got it." Wei Ba looked at his father carefully, for fear that he would continue to ask questions.

"And there is a book for iron smelting?" Wei Yan also hesitated a little. He knocked on the brand new iron squid, his eyes flashing. Wei Ba did not dare to breathe, for fear of revealing flaws and being roasted on fire as a monster. Wei Yan did not pay attention to his expression. After a moment, he looked up at Wei Ba, but there was a little hope in his eyes. "Is there any way to build weapons and armor in the book?"

Wei Ba thought about it and shook his head. Although the steelmaking method can definitely be used to build weapons, he is not very clear about the performance requirements of weapons after all. This is the case with the technology. Similarity does not mean the same. Perhaps it is just a little bit of the difference in parameters, and the products he made may be completely different.

Seeing Wei Ba shook his head, Wei Yan was a little disappointed. He laughed with a self-deprecating smile: "Well, although you can't make magical weapons and weapons, you can make a slug and collect a few more than three or five dou, it will be considered in vain. Okay, if you are weak and don't wear armor, don't wear them anymore, so as not to wear them again."

As he said that, he walked outward. Wei Ba stumbled, plucked up the courage, caught up with two steps, stopped Wei Yan, bowed and said, "Dad, maybe...I can try it, if you don't object. With those experienced old craftsmen, I may be able to create a sharper weapon for Dad."

Wei Yan looked at him in surprise, thought for a moment, and nodded: "Okay."—————The third update is here, please recommend, please collect, and please support!
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