But the waste is the waste, Li Muyun still didn't throw away the iron lump. After a long time of struggle, he still didn't change his mind and continued to refine it in the original way.

Li Yuan and Yu Zhining didn't know much about technology, so they left him to see him never repent.

As time passed, the molten iron gradually solidified, and finally turned into a huge piece of iron that was dug out of the ground by the workers and carried to one side. The molten iron flowed out of the small blast furnace again, in the container that had just been empty.

That's it. One day later, four large and stupid lumps of iron were melted out and placed on the open space aside. The workers were already familiar with how to use blast furnaces to smelify iron. Only then did Li Muyun and Wang Jie and others have the opportunity to leave the blast furnace that could almost be burned to death.

"Mu Yun, how do you do this thing? Is it too big?" Fang Yizhi obviously realized something and pulled Li Muyun over and whispered.

"Look for a while and said, if I guessed correctly, what I refined this time should be just some pig iron. This thing is very crisp and can be smashed with a sledgehammer." Li Muyun blinked and looked at the two old men who were still watching the fun by the river. He felt unhappy.

"Can this thing be smashed? This is iron!" Fang Yizhi didn't know that Li Muyun had been reminded by two old men during the day. When he heard that he was smashed, he asked in disbelief.

"You can tell whether you can or not." As he said, Li Muyun picked up the sledgehammer (why is there a sledgehammer), and regardless of burning his feet, he jumped onto the iron block that had just been lifted.

With a "bang...", the hammer hit the iron lump. Li Muyun felt his hands numb, but he did not focus on his hands at all, but looked down at the place where the hammer and the iron lump just came into contact.

Sure enough, pig iron is brittle, and there was a trace of crack in one hit, which is enough to show that his previous idea was correct, and it also proves that it is impossible to be lazy.

As the saying goes, blast furnace ironmaking and steelmaking of open furnaces, Li Muyun originally wanted to try to make steel by taking corners, but now it seems that it is impossible. The construction of open furnaces seems to be on the agenda.

Just as he was thinking, Li Muyun felt that there was an extra shadow around him, and then he heard the fat man's voice: "Oh my uncle, it's really broken. Is this thing still steel?"

"This should be pig iron, not steel, steel is not so brittle!" Although Blacksmith Zhong is not a master, he still has basic knowledge of some blacksmiths, so he made a judgment after just one look.

"Not steel? Then, then we're going to be in vain?" the fat man murmured.

"That's not that even pig iron has the use of pig iron. As far as I know, even pig iron in our Tang Dynasty does not have such a large output." Fang Yizhi stood aside, frowned and said, "Penguining, even pig iron is not as large as that."

Originally, he thought that the steel made from this furnace was a bit disappointed now when he saw that it was pig iron.

However, he is the son of Lao Fang, and he is still familiar with some of the situations in the Tang Dynasty. He knows that the annual iron production of the Tang Dynasty is only about one million kilograms. If he is at the current speed of iron production, it is actually not a failure. At most, it has not reached the ideal level.

"The problem now is not here, but our current raw materials are not enough." Li Muyun jumped off the iron lump, interrupted everyone's discussion, and turned his attention to Wang Jie.

"See what I do, the ore was not mined." Wang Jie instinctively felt that something big was not good, but he was suppressed by Li Muyun's 'ruthless': "The ore was not mined by you, but it was yours, so it depends on you to increase the transportation volume."

Wang Jie's handsome face instantly turned into bitter gourd and said anxiously: "No, what does this have to do with me? I..."

"You will definitely complete the task, go!" The fat man jumped off the iron block at this time and patted Wang Jie's shoulder carelessly: "No matter what, he is the commander of Shuozhou and your uncle, and he will still give you this little face."

Wang Jie was speechless when the fat man said it, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

After achieving the purpose of reconciliation with Li Muyun, Wang Wei did not break his promise and added Wang Bo as a family in the genealogy again.

Although Wang Jie did not think that being a member of the Wang family was good, his mother Dongfang Yumei didn't think so. No matter what he said, he would make him recognize his ancestors, so the Shuozhou Assassin became his dear uncle.

But then again, it is one thing to be a dear uncle, and increasing the traffic volume is another thing. In the eyes of the aristocratic families, family affection and interests are definitely calculated separately. Even brothers must settle the accounts clearly, let alone the nephew Wang Jie.

So when Wang Jie rushed to Shuozhou to see Wang Yi, he immediately pushed back: "This is impossible! Xiaojie, it's not that my uncle won't help you, it's really this matter that exceeds my uncle's ability."

Although Wang Jie knew that the opportunity was not great, he still couldn't figure it out after being rejected, and asked with a ugly face: "Why?"

Wang Yiu did not show any anger because of Wang Jie's attitude. He just smiled indifferently and asked, "Xiaojie, you only know that the iron ore supplied to Li Muyun was produced at our family, but do you know where those iron ores came from?"

Wang Jie didn't say anything. Of course he didn't know where the ores came from, but he believed that Wang Yi would tell him.

Sure enough, Wang Yi did not disappoint him. After a brief pause, he said: "The ores all come from Lan County, Lan County in Xizhou. That is not our business, it has crossed the line."

"And there is another point. Your Shanyin County has absorbed a large number of people during this period, which has attracted joint impeachment from the 18 surrounding prefectures. Do you think that under such circumstances, they will not hold past grudges and increase the supply to our Shuozhou?"

After listening to Wang Wei's explanation, Wang Jie didn't know what to say for a moment. If it were the matter of Green Lin Daoer, he would have a little understanding, but for him, the matter in the officialdom was completely cleared with ten or nine orifices - he didn't know anything!

So this trip to Shuozhou ended completely in failure, and Wang Jie was sent back to Shanyin County by Wang Wei in shame.
Chapter completed!