Zhao Jun quickly agreed and followed the young boy to the Mo family workshop.
At this time, Juzi was standing in the yard waiting for her.
"What's wrong, Juzi? What do you want to talk to me about?"
she asked hurriedly.
Juzi felt a little embarrassed when he saw her rushing over.
"Please take a rest first. It's nothing serious. The workshop is just researching something recently, and I really can't figure it out. I'd like to ask for your help."
Juzi said embarrassedly.
Zhao Jun breathed a sigh of relief.
So that's how it is. Then it's not a big deal.
She calmed down for a while and soon recovered.
"What could make you look for me?"
You should know that Juzi is usually very research-minded and usually won't come to himself when he doesn't understand something.
You have to figure it out yourself.
What kind of thing is this time that makes him come to me for begging?
"My lord, this is it."
He led Zhao Jun closer.
"Ever since I started making iron farm tools for you, and later on, papermaking frames and textile machines, I think iron things can actually be used in this."
"This is the all-wooden loom I made before, but I found that it would be better if some parts were replaced with iron."
"So a few days ago, the Mo family and I wanted to go see the iron smelting site in Xianyang."
"I did get something out of it, but for some reason the ironware I made is so brittle."
"It's not even as hard as bronze, so I wanted to ask you for help."
After saying this, Juzi looked at Zhao Jun with an embarrassed look.
However, he was indeed even more confused about this and couldn't help asking.
After listening to this, Zhao Jun looked at Juzi intently.
She didn't expect that Juzi had already thought of this problem.
Who says that the wisdom of the ancients is not as good as that of modern people? Zhao Jun's hair stood on end when he heard his words.
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