He did nothing, yet he was so nervous he was drenched in sweat…
There was no other way... the cost of this failure was simply too high. Everyone had to endure the scorching heat and fan the fire around the furnace for hours just to produce molten steel...
If I make this mistake, I'll have to start all over again...
Most importantly, these mud bricks are black, so if there are any minor flaws inside, you simply won't be able to spot them...
"Hold!"
Ye Feng cursed under his breath and then withdrew the arrow...
Just as he was wondering what to do, a pleasant female voice suddenly came from beside him…
"Let me do it..."
Ye Feng glanced back and saw that Qi Xiaoyan had somehow appeared behind him...
"You? Stop messing around... Do you know what I'm doing?"
Qi Xiaoyan frowned slightly; she had actually been observing Ye Feng for about ten minutes.
Seeing that Ye Feng hesitated to make a move, he couldn't resist coming over...
"Hey...it's just casting, right? I've been playing with bows and arrows for 5 years, do you think I don't know that?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng slightly shifted his body and gave her a suspicious look…
"It has nothing to do with how long you've been playing. Molding is a big deal, and you have to keep your hands steady."
You're injured right now, and if you make a mistake... all my hard work will be for nothing..."
Don't worry...
Qi Xiaoyan flashed a confident smile and flexed her left hand…
"I'm left-handed, and my injury is to my right shoulder... I've always had a steady hand since I was a child. If you don't believe me, give me the arrow, and I'll prove it to you..."
As she spoke, she opened her palm...
Ye Feng handed over the arrow with some skepticism...
With a flick of her fingers, Qi Xiaoyan spun the arrow several times in her palm before finally grasping it...
Then she mimicked the motion of holding a calligraphy brush, steadily positioning the arrow in front of Ye Feng's eyes, appearing extremely skilled...
"I've only been playing with bows and arrows for 5 years, but I've loved calligraphy since I was a child, and our dean has been training me in it."
From the age of 10, I wrote 300 characters with a brush every day.
A steady hand leads to a calm mind, and the brushstrokes become divinely inspired. This is the first lesson in writing good calligraphy…
"Whoa!..."
Ye Feng let out an incredulous gasp. He then recalled that Qi Xiaojie seemed to have mentioned it to him…
Qi Xiaoyan practiced calligraphy from a young age and had beautiful handwriting, but she never expected that practicing calligraphy could actually make her hand more steady...
He glanced at Qi Xiaoyan, then stared intently at the arrow again…
My eyes were less than 10 centimeters from the arrow, and I stared at it for more than half a minute...
Not only was the arrowhead completely still, but the entire arrow shaft was as stable as a mountain...
He had never seen such a steady hand before…
"hey-hey…"
Ye Feng smiled and nodded...
"Okay, okay, I believe you, come on over..."
After saying that, he gently clamped the two ends of the mud brick with a piece of wood to prevent it from shaking...
Seeing this, Qi Xiaoyan moved her arm and, under Ye Feng's instruction, slowly inserted the arrow into the mud brick. Two seconds later, she pulled it out...
A quadrilateral arrow shape was easily printed on it.
Ye Feng hurried back into the house, pulled a small, lit stick from the fire, and carefully examined its flatness...
Although the specific details inside the mud bricks are not clearly visible, judging from their general shape, there are no obvious flaws...
Then he had Qi Xiaoyan poke seven quadrilaterals on it one by one...
Each one was perfectly flat, clearly showing that Qi Xiaoyan's hands were indeed very steady.
"Haha, great, you've really helped me a lot..."
Qi Xiaoyan smiled gently...
"Of course, I can't just sit around doing nothing... Is there anything else I can help with?"
Ye Feng nodded…
"Of course! These few molds aren't enough. You wait here, I'll make a few more."
After saying that, he poured out the soil again and repeated the previous steps. With his last breath, he made eight mud bricks.
And Qi Xiaoyan cast shapes on them...
After he finished, he immediately summoned everyone over…
The next task, naturally, is to follow yesterday's procedures...
After giving a brief instruction, he poured a small pile of charcoal from his backpack into the stove…
After arranging things for a while, a small empty space was left in the middle to place the smelting ladle.
By the time everything was finished, Fu Changxiong had already prepared the firewood…
Next, it's time to disassemble the blades...
At his command, everyone drew their knives…
Machetes, broadswords, kitchen knives, short knives, fruit knives, daggers, steel axes, and Nepalese kukri...
There were a total of sixteen steel items of various sizes...
Ye Feng estimated that the molten steel refined from these things could make at least 40 arrowheads…
But he wouldn't be foolish enough to melt it all down... This is a jungle, and you can't move an inch without a knife.
Finally… he left behind the steel axe and the Nepalese kukri, and let the others each choose a short knife or dagger for self-defense…
The remaining items were mostly knives with chipped or dull blades...
After selecting the items, Ye Feng prepared to begin disassembling the knife…
Simply put, it's about folding the knife into a shape that makes it easy to fit into the melting pot...
After all, there were two machetes and a broadsword, both too long to be easily smelted...
This job required a lot of strength, so it naturally fell into the hands of Fu Changxiong.
Of course, it's impossible to dismantle it by hand alone...
But Ye Feng had a steel axe. This axe was made in one piece, entirely of steel, and was much harder than those pieced-together axes.
And its back can also be used as a hammer...
Following Ye Feng's instructions, Fu Changxiong first placed the handle of a machete on a rock...
Stepping on the blade, he slammed the hammer down hard...
Cracks immediately appeared in the wood covering the handle.
With each swing of his hammer, after more than ten minutes...
The wood was completely smashed, even the screws were flattened...
But he didn't stop; instead, he positioned the blade at a 45-degree angle between the stone and the ground…
Then, stepping on the knife handle, he swung the hammer again, smashing it down from the middle...
With a clang...
The powerful force even sparked a tiny spark, and the blade immediately bent visibly.
Fu Changxiong continued hammering the blade in this way, breaking it in half with each blow, and then repeating the process over and over again…
Until it can be put into the melting pot...
Meanwhile, the others weren't idle either; they were all smashing the knife handles with stones...
After a busy hour and a half, everyone finally removed all the wooden knife handles and handed them over to Fu Changxiong.
And Fu Changxiong's strength was well worth his appetite...
He only rested for less than 15 minutes at most during the more than one hour of hammering...
Finally, around noon, he hammered all the knives into spring roll shapes…
He was sitting on the ground, panting heavily...
Ye Feng tried it and found that almost everything could be put into the jar…
"Good job, Nobita. Take a break, then go eat."
Soon, we will be able to verify the results…
"Hey! Don't worry, it'll definitely work!"
Fu Changxiong nodded, seemingly believing that whatever Ye Feng was going to do, he would succeed…
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