Be good, call me uncle

Chapter 432 Oh my God!is it possible?

"Cao Cao," Yu Qinghuan's voice trembled slightly, "They say that if you tell someone about a nightmare, it will become a reality. If you don't tell it, it will come true. If you dream about Yan Yan but don't tell it, Yan Yan will probably become like you. Just like in the dream, there will be no good results.”

"No! No! Say it hastily! Say it hastily! After saying it, I can't do anything more!" Changsun Tao hugged her body and trembled, like a baby bird without the protection of its mother in the cold winter, "Yan Yan, Cao Cao dreamed that you were buried. When Cao Cao found you, you were almost dead. It was raining heavily at that time. Cao Cao felt heartbroken and uncomfortable. Cao Cao wanted to die with Yan Yan..."

Coincidence, or destiny?

Yu Qinghuan's heart seemed to be stirred by something and could not calm down for a long time.

"It's okay," Yu Qinghuan hugged Chang Sun Tao's head, "Yan Yan will definitely not die. Yan Yan will stay with you for a long, long time. Even if your head turns white, your teeth fall out, your heroic appearance is no longer, and your face ages, Yan Yan will also I won’t take the first step. It’s okay, don’t be afraid.”

"Have no confidence in Yan Yan!" Changsun Tao sniffed a few times and then fell into a deep sleep. He was recovering from a serious injury. The running around during this period of time had made him physically and mentally exhausted.

Yu Qinghuan's sleepiness disappeared, and her mind was filled with thoughts about Chang Sun Tao's words.

If it were not a coincidence, Changsun Tao would most likely have woken up in this life with memories like her after passing away in his previous life.

If that's the case, then Changsun Tao must know about her and Qin Zhen.

Will Changsun Tao be angry at that time?Will you dislike her?
Yu Qinghuan became more and more energetic as she thought about it, and turned over irritably. When Chang Sun Tao took her back into his arms, she wanted to slap herself!

She was actually worried that Changsun Tao would dislike her. To Changsun Tao, this idea was simply insulting and blasphemous. They had come to this step step by step. If they still doubted each other's sincerity, that would be really heartless!

She still didn't feel sleepy at all, so she simply got up, put on her cloak and walked out.

Zhang Yuan was still busy in the kitchen, and I saw him quenching the needle.

Yu Qinghuan had never seen a blacksmith give injections. She only knew that giving injections was a very sophisticated skill and the process was quite complicated.

Seeing Zhang Yuan working with his head down, she walked over and asked, "Master, are you giving an injection?"

Zhang Yuan's face was expressionless and his attitude was still very bad: "Yes."

Yu Qinghuan picked up the thin needle placed in the wooden basin next to him and looked at it. It was an embroidery needle. It was different from ordinary needles on the market. Zhang Yuan's needle was obviously more symmetrical and the needle body was thinner. It looked majestic under the light of the light. Cold light.

It can be seen that the workmanship is really high quality.

Yu Qinghuan didn't expect Zhang Yuan's skills to be so good, and couldn't help but be a little shocked.

"Master, I have never seen such a thin embroidery needle. It feels good when pinched. Are you a blacksmith who makes needles?"

Zhang Yuan still didn't move his head: "No, I will hit anything."

Yu Qinghuan asked again: "Master, aren't needles ground with an iron pestle? Otherwise, how could there be such a saying as 'an iron pestle is ground into a needle'."

Zhang Yuandao: "Not all needles can be ground with an iron pestle, they can also be punched out."

Yu Qinghuan looked admiring: "It feels so powerful, can you tell me how the injection was done?" Zhang Yuan raised his eyes and saw Yu Qinghuan staring at him with a pair of big black eyes, and his busy hands couldn't help but pause. , he was silent for a moment, and then spoke again.

"Making a needle is not difficult, but it is a delicate job. First, the iron block must be hammered into small strips, and then the soft iron strip must be pulled hard through the small holes in an iron ruler with small holes drilled in it. In this way, the thin iron bars will become iron wires of consistent thickness.”

"Secondly, cut the iron wire to the predetermined length, then file one end to a sharp point, and use a hammer to flatten the other end. Use the flattened end as a needle nose to drill a small hole and polish it flat. , the preliminary form of the needle came out.”

"Of course this is not enough, and further preparation is needed. At this time, the semi-finished product needs to be put into the fire and stir-fried slowly over low heat, and then minced soil, black beans, pine ash and other things are added."

"After frying, you need to steam the needles. When steaming, leave a few needles outside. When the needles outside can be crushed by hand, you can start the pot."

"The last process is also the most important process - quenching. Quenching determines the hardness and sharpness of the needle. A well-quenched needle can be stored for a long time and is not prone to rust."

After Zhang Yuan finished explaining everything in detail, Yu Qinghuan looked at him, her calm gaze making everything invisible: "Master, I want to ask you, does Miss Xiuer know that you have prepared things for her so carefully and painstakingly?"

Zhang Yuan dropped the hammer: "What do you want to say?"

Yu Qing smiled happily and said: "Aren't these needles used to add makeup to Miss Xiu'er?"

"No, don't talk nonsense." Zhang Yuan added some firewood to the stove, stopped talking, and continued to lower his head and carefully refine the embroidery needle.

Yu Qinghuan did not continue this topic, but asked: "Master, as long as it is iron, can you hit anything?"

Zhang Yuan said without raising his head: "You can fight them all. As long as you give me the drawings, I can fight them."

Yu Qing smiled happily and said: "I have something here that I need the master to draw for me. I wonder if the master has paper and pen at home. I will draw it."

Zhang Yuan said expressionlessly: "I have some paper and pens in the cabinet in your house. People often ask me to customize things. The house you live in is used to entertain guests, and there will be some things that guests often use." thing."

Yu Qinghuan said unintentionally: "I have read in a book that Zhang Hui, the ancestor of the people with the surname 'Zhang', invented the bow and arrow and was a master of making arrows, so he was given the surname Zhang. However, as time passed, his descendants spread across the nine states. , but few people know that the craftsmanship of metallurgy and iron-making has always been in the hands of direct descendants, especially the tempering craftsmanship. After thousands of years of enrichment and perfection, it can be said to be perfect."

Zhang Yuan listened without any reaction: "What the girl said has nothing to do with me. Although my surname is Zhang and I am also a blacksmith, look at me, I am just an ordinary blacksmith."

Yu Qinghuan said nothing and turned around and entered the room.

It was still dark the next day. After Yang Qian asked Zhang Yuan if the kitchen was available, he bought some bows and arrows from Zhang Yuan, packed two steamed buns, and rode directly up the mountain.

When Yu Qinghuan woke up, Chang Sun Tao had already woken up and had prepared hot water and steamed buns. When Yu Qinghuan got up, he could wash up and have breakfast.

After gnawing two steamed buns, Yu Qinghuan found paper and pen, drew the drawings, and handed them to Zhang Yuan to prepare.

In fact, she didn't need Zhang Yuan to do anything, she just wanted to try Zhang Yuan's skills. If he was really Zhang Hui's direct descendant, maybe the Qi Palace was short of such a talent.

This can also help him find a reasonable and legitimate reason.

(End of this chapter)