The same time point.

As the Shangqing who had been in charge of Jin State and Niu Er for 20 years in the Central Plains, Zhao Dun lived in not a mansion, but a palace city - the Xia Palace.

Zhao Dun is fifty-four years old this year. At this age of later generations, he could not even reach the threshold of retirement. However, dying at the age of Spring and Autumn can be called a joyful and joyful mourning.

He is old.

It can be seen from the white temples, the bloodless face and slightly hunched body.

Kneeling in front of Zhao Dun was a young man in his early twenties. He was Zhao Shuo, the son of Zhao Dun and the heir to the Zhao family's foundation.

Zhao Dun said slowly: "Shuoer. As a father... it should be too late."

Zhao Shuo was surprised when he heard this and said, "Why did my father say such an inauspicious statement?"

Zhao Dun sighed and said, "Don't you want to last longer for a while for your father? But when you visit famous doctors, you will say this. Even if you are destined to be like this, you can't do anything about your father."

Zhao Shuo's eyes were red and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Zhao Dun suddenly started to cough violently, and bloodshots overflowed from his mouth.

Zhao Shuo was a little at a loss when he saw this scene. Just as he was about to get up, he saw Zhao Dun wave his hand and had to sit down again.

After a while, the coughing sound slowly stopped, and Zhao Dun spoke again: "I'm summoning you today because I want to explain some words to you. These words are related to the future foundation of the Zhao clan, and you need to listen carefully."

Zhao Shuo said: "Vei."

Zhao Dun sorted out his thoughts and said in a tone that was still slow: "For twenty years, all the ministers seemed to be bowing to their father, but in fact they had different thoughts. Humph, a group of clowns! Although the father had some arrangements for the affairs behind him,... in the end, there will be some people who will emerge after their death."

Zhao Shuo took a deep breath, a trace of murderous intent flashed across his face, and said, "I won't let these people succeed."

Zhao Dun smiled and said, "No, they should succeed. After their father's death, someone will inevitably come out to target Xu Ke... the six ministers of the Xu clan, and that's all."

Zhao Shuo suddenly looked up with a surprised expression: "Father, why is this?"

Zhao Dun was silent for a long time and said quietly: "Because you are too young, you have to pay a price for your youth. After my husband died, Zhao will give Junhou and other ministers an explanation. Xu's hands are too much blood... from now on, my son can find a new dog for Zhao."

Zhao Shuo paused his head and said, "I'll ask my father to teach me."

Zhao Dun was silent for a long time and said, "Wei...maybe a good choice."

...

Weiyi, the residence of the doctor.

In terms of monolithic wisdom, Wei Xiang knew very well that there were countless people in this world who were smarter than him like stars.

But if we consider the wisdom developed by human society for thousands of years in our minds, Wei Xiang has reason to be proud and thinks that he is the person in the world who has the most advanced vision and is qualified to lead the times!

At this moment, Wei Xiang, who was destined to lead the times, had just been kicked out of the lobby by his father and lost the qualification to participate in Wei's core affairs.

In response to this, Wei Xiangwu sighed: "Geniuses are all lonely. When you transcend this era, you will become a madman, a fool, and the loneliest person in the eyes of the world."

When a person is depressed, he needs to vent his anger, and his sister Wei Jia, who appears at the right time, becomes this unlucky person.

Seeing his sister's hair messed up by herself, Wei Xiang's depressed mood suddenly disappeared, and he laughed and avoided his sister with a fang-dreaming claws.

Wei Jia's clogs and the ground cried out with a crisp sound, and he held the hairpin he had just picked up and said angrily: "Run, I'll let my father teach you a lesson later!"

Wei Xiang turned around and smiled: "Tell my father, I'll wait for him in the smelting workshop!"

The most indispensable thing in any fief is craftsman, and the Wei family's fief, which has strong martial style, naturally has the smelting craftsmanship.

Why not call it a blacksmith? Because this is still in the Bronze Age.

Looking at the smelter who nodded and bowed in front of him, Wei Xiang asked, "What's your name?"

The smelter replied, "Reply to gentleman, I'm called smelter!"

A gentleman usually refers to the son of the lord, and can also be used as a general term for young noble men.

Wei Xiang blinked and asked, "Your father is also called Yefu?"

Yefu said: "A gentleman is indeed smart. His father is the Wei family of the previous generation. The people of Yue. What he passed down was the smelting skills of Yue. Please rest assured that he has fully learned the skills of his father. How dare you ask the gentleman to build the first weapon he won?

Wei Xiang sighed. Being praised for his cleverness in such a thing did not give him any superiority: "It is to build weapons. Yefu, have you heard of iron?"

Yefu hurriedly said, "Of course I know!"

Wei Xiang almost stopped his expression: "Do you really know iron?"

Yefu looked at Wei Xiang with some surprise: "How can I not know? However, the iron is said to have come from heaven, and each one is a rare treasure. Someone has never seen the iron look with his own eyes after so many years of smelting."

Wei Xiang slapped his head: "You are talking about meteorite... I remembered that 'evil gold'?"

"Evil gold?" Yefu also nodded: "I know, gentleman won't want this evil gold to make weapons, right?"

Wei Xiang smiled and said, "That's exactly!"

Yefu looked at Wei Xiang with a strange look and couldn't help but say, "I'm afraid that gentleman doesn't know the technique of smelting? Although this evil gold is also a kind of gold, its finished product after smelting is softer, such as today's gold (copper) weapons, and it is impossible to use it to make weapons."

Wei Xiang smiled and said, "What you said is a piece of iron smelting. It's okay, I can teach you. By the way, do you have iron...evil gold mines here?"

In terms of process, smelting bronze is more complicated than smelting iron, because bronze is softer than iron, and it is more difficult to smelting bronze into a weapon.

Therefore, using a bronze furnace to smelve iron is not a difficult option.

Although there were several mistakes, after more than two hours of trouble, Wei Xiang still walked out of the smelting workshop with a fresh steel sword that had just opened its head, and under the admiration of the husband's worship.

It turns out that watching more documentaries is not bad, especially about ancient craftsmanship.

"The kind of steelmaking in later generations is called "Baijian Steelmaking". It seems that my time is a little short, so it is called... Yijian Steelmaking."

Cao Cao used five hundred-sharp steel knives for two years, but Wei Xiang didn't have that much time, just practice it one after another.

Wei Xiang laughed happily, but his face changed immediately.

A loud shout rang out like thunder: "I'm sorry, it's okay to come up with a bad idea, but I'm not doing my job yet and I'm here!"

A wooden stick hit the spinner and flew towards Wei Xiang from the air.

Wei Xiang's face narrowed, his eyes instantly focused, he exhaled and opened his voice, drew his sword and rose up.

A sword light flashed, and the wooden stick was cut into two neatly, rubbing Wei Xiang's cheeks on both sides.

Wei Xiang held the sword in his hands and maintained his posture, which was extremely handsome.

Dad Wei Qi exclaimed, stopped and looked at Wei Xiang with a bad look: "You are a gangster, and you use family resources to build weapons for you? As a father, you are not the lord of the family, you can't do this!"

Wei Xiang laughed and raised his chest: "Father is so bad. Today, I have made two great contributions to the family in one day."

Seeing that his father was about to get ready again, Wei Xiang hurriedly raised the long sword in his hand: "Father, please look at this steel sword that is as sharp as mud!"

The father's movement suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on Wei Xiang's hand for the first time: "What kind of sword do you think this is?"

"Steel Sword!" Wei Xiang's tone was full of pride.

In this era when bronzes were the main ones, the emergence of steel was a complete killing of a big kill!

A real man should be as hard as steel, not as soft as bronze!

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"Book of Wei: The First Emperor's Chronicle": "The emperor wanted to cast a sword and use it for his own use. He summoned the Wei family to smelter the iron smelter, and in one day the magical weapons were completed."
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