He stared intently at her and asked again, "Is what you said true? That thing called steel can be sharper and tougher than iron?"
"Words are no proof. If Brother Wei doesn't believe me, feel free to let me try."
"……good."
"Steelmaking requires the assistance of the Casting Department and a group of blacksmiths. I hope Brother Wei can arrange some trustworthy and discreet blacksmiths to help me."
"no problem."
Wei Yao readily agreed; if she could truly forge "steel," why wouldn't he be happy to do so?
I'm just afraid she's the one with ulterior motives, and all her empty promises are just paving the way for some conspiracy.
Wei Yao received a message saying that she had to go to the county to take care of some business, so she was told that if she wanted to go back to Guixu Ridge, she should go directly to the stone archway, where someone would take her.
After Wei Yao left, Zheng Quchi and others went to the coal furnace of the casting workshop and spent the whole night digging for slag and ash. Then, relying on Wei Yao's influence, he went to the kiln and asked for some quicklime. He then stored it away for later use, because he was still missing one important material.
By this point, Zheng Quchi was completely exhausted.
Meanwhile, because she had crawled into the coal stove, she now truly looked like a lump of coal.
She could no longer delay, but before returning to Guishuling, she should wash off the coal dust, otherwise people would think she had gone to steal coal.
"Brother."
She calls anyone who looks older than her "Big Brother," mainly because she hasn't learned any other forms of address.
"What's wrong?" The blacksmith wiped his sweat and replied in the local Fuxiang dialect.
Given that she was brought by Wei Yao personally, they treated her with considerable courtesy.
Zheng Quchi replied in Sichuan dialect, "I want to wash off the grime on my body. Do you see any water?"
The blacksmith raised his chin: "There's a water vat behind the casting workshop. You can scoop it up and wash yourself."
"Oh, is anyone there?"
The workshop was surrounded by naked men, and although she wanted to wash herself, she was also a little worried.
"Everyone's working at this time of year, there's no one there."
Nobody's here? That's great.
Zheng Quchi brushed the ash off his body as he walked toward the back of the casting workshop.
Using the light coming from the casting workshop, she indeed saw a water vat about half a person's height, with a wall behind it.
People who work as blacksmiths are basically never dry; after a busy day, they all need to come here to wash up before they can rest.
A bamboo pole was laid across the front of the water vat, with a cloth curtain hanging from it. If one wanted to wash, one could pull it down to cover oneself.
She looked around to make sure no one was there before lowering the curtain.
The water in the tank was icy cold, so she first wet her hands and rubbed them together. After getting used to it, she then washed her sweaty face.
But after washing it off, the charcoal powder on her face and the fake thick eyebrows were all smudged together.
However, she carried disguise tools with her, so she wasn't worried. She could just wipe it off and reapply makeup later.
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