"Don't worry, the water flow rate, hammer head weight and speed were all measured and recorded by me myself."

…

I don’t know how long it took, but the group of young people were tinkering for a long time, and someone let out a sigh.

"Actually, there is no need to be discouraged." Someone comforted, "Although it cannot meet Mr. Mei's requirements, everyone has found that the quality of the steel plates these days is better than before."

"I have an idea. If the weight can be reduced a little, maybe it can be hung directly on the body. Isn't this much stronger than the scale armor?"

"Cao! We are not making armor weapons now!"

Someone is angry.

"Using waste, if such good steel is not used to make weapons and armor, why not use it to make agricultural tools?" The person who suggested it said angrily, "What is lost is what is gained, isn't it?"

"I think you should go to the weapons department instead of focusing on the right path. Wait until Mr. Mei comes over in person to see how you explain..."

…

After whispering, the steel plates were tagged, then placed in a pile of unqualified steel plates and sealed.

These steel plates are indeed unqualified for Mr. Mei's requirements, but they are the best steel plates that Dahe Workshop can currently produce.

But now they need to be part of the experimental record and cannot be left out at will.

Maybe they can only be used again after Mr. Mei sends someone to notify him that this stage of the experiment is over.

"It's okay, it's okay." Seeing that everyone was a little frustrated, the leading senior clapped his hands, "There are still several furnaces left!"

"Besides, haven't you noticed that the steel produced these days is better than before?"

"What does this mean? This means that our thinking is right and our direction is correct. As long as we follow our current thinking, I believe we will succeed soon!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone regained their morale:

"Well, it's just a waste of time. I don't believe it can't be used up!"

"The enemy!"

After encouraging each other, many people were gearing up for the next one.

but……

"Should I have a meal first? I've been busy for a long time and I'm already hungry."

"Let's go to the cafeteria."

"Go to a bird canteen! They treat people like pigs to eat in the canteen. What else can we do besides filling our stomachs? I want to go out to eat!"

“Where to eat?”

"Go to the restaurant in front of the woolen workshop to eat mutton."

Students from the college left Chang'an and came to Henan, a land full of barbarians and cattle and sheep, to work on ironwork. The subsidies were astonishingly high.

Even for an intern, one month's subsidy is enough to support a family of five or six in my hometown.

With so much money, what else can you do besides playing with irons on weekdays, which is so boring that you can't scratch your mouth?

"The mutton shop next to our workshop does pretty well, why do you have to go so far?"

"I just like what they make."

Then a classmate exposed his background:

"Ms. Feng Sanniang from the Woolen Textile Workshop is quite childish and cute..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly became furious: "Get out! I just treat her as my younger sister!"

"Yes, yes, brother and sister..."

Someone was making strange noises.

Brother and sister, it has become quite popular these years.

After all, these are all the disciples and grandsons of someone named Feng.

Feng was calling her, but in the end she was called to the house and became his wife.

"Ah? Lao Wang has someone he likes?"

"Surnamed Feng?"

"He has the same surname as the mountain chief."

Lao Wang blushed:

"Isn't it good to have the same surname as the mountain leader?"

“Very good, very good!”

"Hahaha……"

"Let's go, let's go. We're late. The wool spinning workshop is about to close. I won't see Madam Feng Sanniang by then, so Lao Wang will be anxious again."

"Cao!"

A group of polite scum returned to the dormitory, took a simple shower, changed their clothes, and turned into handsome men in Tsing Yi students.

Go out the door and walk towards the wool spinning workshop.

The slanting sunset shone on them, showing no trace of twilight at all.

On the contrary, their wanton laughter injected a lot of vitality into this evening.

"so good!"

Feng Chuan, who was sitting at the gate of Dahe Gongfang Academy, watched these students in Tsing Yi pass by, and couldn't help but show a little envy in his eyes.

In the Han Dynasty, wearing Tsing Yi may not mean anything.

But a group of young men wearing Tsing Yi means that they are students of the Royal Academy.

This is an enviable status.

Including Feng Chuan, who is currently undergoing labor reform.

So many students who have graduated, including those who have entered official careers, will carefully preserve the Tsing Yi they wore in college.

Then I would wear it specially when attending a party.

Students of the Royal Academy can read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles.

We must establish our mind for heaven and earth, we must establish our destiny for the living people, we must carry on the unique teachings of the past saints, and we must create peace for all generations.

For people in this era, this kind of honor and mission is supreme.

No matter how dirty the reality is, no one has ever dared to openly blaspheme this honor and mission.

No matter how much Feng Chuan hated Ji Han's court, he was indeed a little envious at this time.

A long shadow covered him, and then another person sat down next to him:

"Don't be envious. Make good changes. You are still young. As long as you survive these five years, you might also have the opportunity to study in Chang'an."

Feng Chuan quickly stood up and said respectfully: "Superintendent Li."

"Since school is over, there is no need for this."

Is the person who is called Superintendent Li still a good person?

But because he has been traveling at the border for many years and is eroded by wind and sand, he looks older than his actual age.

"Sit down," Superintendent Li patted the seat next to him, "It's been a hard day, and this is the best time to relax."

Feng Chuan bowed again and then carefully sat down.

He had only been back from the farm for a few days, so he had to maintain the utmost respect for Superintendent Li in front of him.

Otherwise, if they are sent back to the farm again, there will be no hope.

Watching the group of students in Tsing Yi gradually disappearing, Feng Chuan asked cautiously:

"Superintendent Li, are you also from the academy?"

Superintendent Li withdrew his complex gaze from the group of students in Tsing Yi and shook his head gently:

"No, I can't compare with them."

"Ah, I'm sorry..."

"There is no need to apologize," Superintendent Li's eyes turned to the south again, with deep longing in his eyes, "This is not something shameful."

"The Han Dynasty back then was not as powerful as it is today, and there was only Nanxiang College."

"Feng...Feng, it was Feng Dashima who was the governor of Liangzhou at that time who first proposed that Liangzhou conduct examinations and select officials."

In other people's mouths, Feng Da Sima shouted very smoothly, but Superintendent Li stuttered a bit, which is quite interesting.

Speaking of this, Superintendent Li showed a complicated expression on his face:

"At that time, my family was in decline, and my sister and I were close to each other. Later, my sister had no choice but to marry a soldier in the army because of me."

"That's how I got the martial artist's recommendation and went to Liangzhou to gain fame."
To be continued...