There are seven forging furnaces in Forging Township, and this matter has not changed for more than 20 years.

"Seven-seater forging" is not only a literal seven-seater forging furnace, but also represents seven workshops.

Since [Mejerry Poltan] moved the furnace to Revodan twenty years ago, [Peter Goncharov] has become the richest man in Forge Township.

Lao Gangcharov had three sons who grew up to adulthood, all of whom were good at working, and Lao Gangcharov was also able to accumulate family business.

The father and son all went together to make the workshop prosperous.

Ten years ago, Lao Gangcharov offered a lot of money to invite craftsmen from the steel castle to build the first hydraulic forging hammer in Forging Township.

From then on, the sound of "dongdongdangdang" in his workshop never stopped, and the rest of the workshops were even more comparable to his house.

Old Goncharov passed away safely in his sleep the previous year, and the forging is currently managed by his eldest son.

In addition to the three brothers, the Gangcharov family also has nine assistants and apprentices, which are recognized as the number one workshop in Forge Township.

The smallest workshop in Forge Township is the [Vinicius] home.

When he was young, Paul Vinicius was also a great blacksmith, and his craftsmanship was even better than that of Poltane.

Back then, the first smelting furnace was built by Poltan, Vinicius and Goncharov.

Later, when Poltan moved the furnace to Revodantan, Paul Vinicius began to drink heavily.

Old Vinicius' body was drunk and his spirit was shattered. He died five years ago, and everyone said that he died of drinking.

Now Vinicius's family is only Vinicius and two underage apprentices, barely supporting the workshop.

...

When he learned that the three civil servants had visited the Forge Township, the owners of the seven workshops rushed to the town office to greet them, including the three brothers Goncharov and Vinicius.

The workshop owners were surprised to find that Mr. Poltan was also here.

It has been almost ten years since no one has seen Old Poltan. Many people say he is dead, but no one has attended his funeral.

The three Goncharov brothers, Vinicius, and other younger generations of [forge owners] came to say hello to Old Poltane.

Poltan is old, and his friends are old, so old that they can no longer do work.

Some people pass the forging furnace to their sons and sons-in-law, and some people's forging furnaces were sold.

The owners of the forge have changed together, and now they are all second or even third generations in charge.

Winters was with the old blacksmith Boltan, paying close attention to the various workshop owners, especially the Goncharov family.

The seven workshop owners in Zhanlu Township all belong to one [Associate Guild] and the Tiefeng County Blacksmith Guild.

Not only them, but other lower-level village blacksmiths - such as Lang Town blacksmith Lao Misha - are also members of this guild.

The first leader of the Blacksmith Guild was naturally Old Poltan, and now the nominal leader of the meeting is Shaosha.

However, Shaosha did not have the high prestige of his father-in-law, and his forging was not in Forging Township, so the blacksmiths in Forging Township followed the leader of Goncharov's family.

Winters looked at the three Goncharov brothers calmly: the second and third brothers looked impatient, but the eldest brother was very steady.

As for Vinicius, the man looked very tired, with his shoulders and spine collapsed. And it passed in a flash, leaving no deep impression on Winters.

Winters actually had nothing to do when he went to Forge Township, he just came over and took a look.

After all, Forge Township is the only place in the county that can make large iron tools, and Winters is quite curious.

He also planned to go to the nearby Juntun Village to see the autumn farming situation.

"Your Excellency, how is your furnace progressing?" Okata smiled complimentally and took the initiative to greet the official Baomin.

Goncharov's eldest son is tall and has strong arms, but his eyes are a little small, and he can't see when he smiles.

When they heard Okata's question, the other workshop owners pricked up their ears and waited for answers.

"I guess I'm going to fail." Winters chuckled.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became cold.

However, Winters' tone was relaxed: "No big problem, just come again."

Okata said with a plea: "My father always says that the more you fail, we are waiting for news of your success. The cheaper iron material is, which is a great thing for us blacksmiths. We are waiting for news of your success."

"Thank you for your good words." Winters smiled reservedly.

The owners of the workshop also laughed, and the small town hall was filled with laughter.

Andre stood beside Winters and snorted coldly.

The relationship between the [working master group] in Zhanlu Township and the new regime can be summarized in two words: heat outside and cold inside, and official business.

For the forging township, which only has two villages under its jurisdiction, there are obviously too many seven forging furnaces.

Therefore, the iron tools produced by Forge Township need to be digested by other villages and towns. Forge Township also mainly produces large iron tools that are inconvenient to small blacksmith shops.

Forge Township wants to sell ironware, Winters wants to buy ironware;

Forge Township was afraid that the "rebels" would kill him, and Winters didn't want to see the forge in Forge Township shut down.

The two sides thus formed a silent tacit understanding of "the well does not interfere with the river".

After a few simple conversations, Winters suggested that he wanted to visit various workshops.

Although Okata was reluctant, he still agreed immediately. Since he agreed, no one of the other workshop owners opposed it.

The blacksmith workshop is similar, even the largest Goncharov workshop is no essential difference from the small shop in Laomisha, Wolf Town - both men with tight cheeks work around the fiery metal.

There are only a few things in the workshop: forgings, anvils, templates and various special gadgets.

The only interesting thing is the hydraulic forging hammer.

Since Lao Gangcha invited the Steel Fort craftsman to build the first hydraulic forging hammer ten years ago, the hydraulic forging hammer has bloomed everywhere in Forging Township.

Because the principles and mechanical mechanism of this thing are not complicated, you can understand it with a glance.

The biggest problem is that cost, construction and maintenance cost, and a small shop like Lao Misha in Lang Town cannot be played.

Before entering the town, Winters saw the waterwheels by the river, so he took the initiative to ask to visit the workshop.

"Your Excellency, please see. This is the forging hammer that my father hired famous craftsmen from the Steel Fort. It has been ten years, but it is still the best forging hammer in Forge Township." Okata proudly introduced a forging hammer.

Winters looked at it inside and outside: "This hammer is quite heavy, right?"

"Of course, a three hundred kilogram hammer head."

"Wow, three hundred kilograms are amazing!" Winters blinked and asked curiously: "Can you let it move? It must be even more amazing when it moves, right?"

Okata naturally agreed. He led several apprentices to work hard, and the waterwheel with a diameter of three meters outside the workshop began to rotate slowly.

A huge force is transmitted through the iron shaft, the reduction gear, and a series of cranks and connecting rods.

Finally, the heavy hammer head was awakened and with an unstoppable momentum, it hit the anvil one after another.

An apprentice put a hot, bright yellow steel block under the hammer head, and with the dull sound of the knock, the iron was first thickened and then flattened a little bit.

"This is how the plowshare is made." Daokata explained: "The next bend, drilling, and cutting must be done by hand."

Winters nodded repeatedly with his hands behind his back, marveling at him.

In fact, he was pinching his pulse and timing it. His pulse jumped seventy times - about one minute, and the hammer head repeated one hundred and four up and down movements.

"It's strong enough!" Winters asked casually: "How to adjust the strength."

"Uh..." Ookata scratched his head: "Adjust the amount of water."

"You only make plows?" Winters visited the Goncharov workshop for a while, but did not find a plow cart, only a plow.

"It's too troublesome to build a heavy plow truck, so our seven workshops each made part of it." Okata explained carefully: "My house is better forging hammers, and it is specialized in steel plowshares. There are also workshops that specialize in wheels and frames."

"Where are small items like axes, sickles, etc?"

“Those are made separately by each company.”

After visiting the seven workshops, Winters did not stop for more.

This was his first meeting with the workshop owners of Forge Township, and both sides had a good impression of each other.

It was almost the same time, and the old blacksmith Bolttan was a little tired and planned to return to Revodan. Winters pulled Andre and Senior Mason and prepared to go to the nearby Juntun Village.

The three parties left this farewell.

Winters and his men rode their horses and left the Forge Township, Andre immediately lowered his face.

"These bastards are all smiling but not smiling." Andre gritted his teeth: "I don't think they know they are powerful."

Senior Mason sighed too.

"This is normal." Winters understood the workshop owner's mentality. He was rarely a little lonely: "We are now 'conquerors', and no one will immediately be loyal to us. What's more, they thought from the bottom of their hearts that we would not exist for a long time.

If the Ogontalov plopped and sweared, either he was crazy or there was a knife on his neck.”

"Then the fuck!" Andre laughed: "Let's turn around now, let's go back, I keep the grandson crying and swearing."

"Okay, it's OK, but it's boring." Winters gently clamped his horse's ribs and called on the riders to accompany him: "Go! Go to Juntun Village!"

And in the forging village, the workshop owners who had just sent off the uninvited guests also gathered together.

"I used to think that the leader of the rebels must be thirty or forty years old." A workshop owner is still surprised: "Is he still a young man? Is he twenty years old?"
To be continued...