I am the prince of the Ming Dynasty, I don't give up

Chapter 65 Shi Changshi's Madness
"Prince, are you okay?" Yu Chunlai was the first to react.

He took out a handkerchief from somewhere and asked Zhu Houxuan to use it to cover the wound on his hand.

"The wound is not deep and it should heal soon." Zhu Houxuan took the handkerchief and blocked the wound with it. The white handkerchief was soon stained red with blood.

Then he went to look for the culprit who hurt him, and found that it was a piece of broken steel with sharp edges.
"Who is it? Who put this piece of scrap steel here?" Yu Chunlai looked around at the blacksmiths in Gongzheng Institute.

The blacksmiths looked at each other and no one stepped forward.

"Okay, Eunuch Yu, there are so many people here and so much work to do every day. No one will remember such a small thing." Zhu Houxuan quickly stopped him.

"Your Highness, you are a descendant of the royal family."

"This injury is not serious, just a small wound. Look, it's not bleeding now." Zhu Houxuan took away the handkerchief and showed the wound to Yu Chunlai. Sure enough, it had stopped bleeding.

"Your Highness, you can't." Yu Chunlai still refused to give in.

"Okay, I'm still forging swords over there, I have to go take a look." Zhu Houxuan walked to the calcination furnace.

The coarse salt grains on the sword had not melted yet, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. Then he casually threw the blood-stained handkerchief in his hand into the calcination box and watched it burn to ashes.

Yu Chunlai didn't dare to disturb him this time.

Zhu Houxuan concentrated on observing the changes in the coarse salt grains on the sword. After seeing the salt grains completely melted, he silently counted to thirty in his mind. This was the experience he had accumulated during this period of time. At this time, the red-hot sword body had already become austenitic.

Then he clamped the hilt of the sword with pliers without hesitation and inserted the sword directly into a black, slender iron barrel.

A flame suddenly burst out from the iron barrel, but Zhu Houxuan did not retreat a single step.

However, this frightened Yu Chunlai. He wanted to go up and put out the fire, but he saw that the blacksmiths around him were turning a blind eye to the situation. Instead, they stood there and watched the scene excitedly.

This made him give up the idea of ​​going to put out the fire.

Zhu Houxuan had tried this kind of quenching hundreds of times. He was not panicked at all. The flames could not burn him at all. He held the pliers firmly with his powerful hands and stared at the sword in the oil barrel.

Zhu Houxuan chose oil quenching.

Oil quenching is slower than water quenching and the quenching effect is more gentle.

If high hardness and brittleness are required, water quenching is suitable. This is because the temperature of water quenching drops too quickly, and more austenite can be converted into martensite. More martensite can increase the hardness of the workpiece, but such a rapid temperature change will quickly release the stress in the workpiece.

Therefore, in the "Sword Forging Competition" there is a saying that "those who use water quenching are either novices or masters."

Only a master swordsmith can skillfully master water quenching.

Zhu Houxun was not a sword forger, and the stress in the Damascus sword was complex, so he could only choose oil quenching. The hardness of a sword quenched by oil is lower than that of a sword quenched by water, and the operation of oil quenching is more dangerous, but it maintains a certain toughness and ductility. Cold weapons still need to have some toughness.

The Gongzheng Institute was filled with the smell of oil fumes from oil quenching, but no one cared about it.

Zhu Houxuan felt that it was about time, so he took the sword out of the oil barrel, placed it on the iron felt and observed it carefully.

No cracks! No bends!
Zhu Houxuan's heart became excited.

Before the sword completely cooled down, Zhu Houxuan grabbed the hilt and swung it gently.
Not broken!

Then he increased the force, but it still didn't break!

This made him bolder, and he slashed the prepared cork with his sword. Of course, he didn't cut the cork because it was not sharpened. However, the fact that he could slash at this level was no problem, which showed that the hardness and toughness of the sword were no problem.

The stress release during quenching did not affect the blade.

"Done!" Zhu Houxuan raised the sword blank in his hand high.

Gongzheng Workshop instantly became a sea of ​​joy. Although most of the craftsmen did not know what kind of sword Zhu Houxuan was making, it did not stop them from being happy.

"Eunuch Yu, I still need a few days to polish and decorate the sword, and then you can set off for the capital." Zhu Houxuan said proudly.

"Then Your Highness, please hurry up, there is really not much time left," Yu Chunlai said worriedly.

In the next few days, Zhu Houxuan found the most experienced master craftsman to carefully polish the sword.

Perhaps because of the use of ferrochrome alloy, the difficulty of polishing took two more days, which made Yu Chunlai even more anxious.

However, Zhu Houxun still made the hilt and installed the guard steadily. The design of these two items and the sword body used the style of later generations, which was quite different from the popular style in the Ming Dynasty at that time, and it looked more exquisite and had a sense of design.

Then, different weight balls are added to the tail of the sword to adjust the center of gravity of the sword to achieve the best feel.

After determining the weight of the counterweight ball, a designed metal counterweight block was installed on the tail of the sword. However, it was still too ugly to put a counterweight ball on the tail of the sword. Zhu Houxuan was a perfectionist.

Finally, Zhu Houxun put the sword, which had taken more than half a year to make, after countless twists and turns and full of sweat, into an ordinary wooden box and handed it to Yu Chunlai along with a memorial.

Yu Chunlai left the palace without stopping with a group of people. There was not much time left, and they could not take the Grand Canal by water. They could only take the land route and rush to the capital via the post station.

Zhu Houxuan also gave all the blacksmiths in the Gongzheng Institute a 10-day holiday and rewarded each of them with 20 taels of silver. Those who made special contributions received even more rewards.

These people have worked so hard over the past six months.

He was not afraid that these craftsmen would spread the secrets of Damascus, because they were doing the decomposition work, and no one except Jin Tong knew the full picture of this process, and even Jin Tong did not understand the principles behind it.

Gongzheng Institute, which had been bustling for more than half a year, became quiet.

A man walked into the Gongzheng Institute silently. It was Shi Lu. He hadn't been to the Gongzheng Institute for a long time. Today, he suddenly felt like coming to take a look.

He soon saw piles of swords piled up in the corner of the Gongzheng Office. There were probably hundreds of them. Zhu Houxuan had the blacksmiths forge them in order to accumulate quenching experience.

Shi Lu looked at all this in disbelief, and then his whole body began to tremble with excitement. He wanted to laugh out loud, but quickly covered his mouth.

He quickly looked around and didn't dare to stay here any longer, so he ran back to the room where he lived.

After bolting the door, she even moved the table over to prop the door shut. Then she threw herself on the bed, covered herself with the quilt and laughed out loud. As she laughed, she began to cry. As she cried, she began to laugh again, as if she wanted to vent all the sadness and grievances she had felt during this period of time.
"I'm right! I'm right!"

"It's true that they privately manufactured weapons and armor! It's true! So my guesses are all correct. It's also true that they adopted orphans to raise assassins. The two female workers in the so-called factory are the family members of Zhu Houxun's private soldiers. The factory is his means and disguise to control his private soldiers!"

Shi Lu went completely crazy!
"You are plotting a rebellion! Zhan Bin! Yu Chunlai! Zhu Houxun! You are all finished! You are all finished! You will all die!"

"And I will leave this damn place! With this great achievement, I will have a bright future!"

“Lord Wang! Since you can’t pull me out, then I don’t need you! I will pull myself out! Hahahaha!”

The officials in the palace have always had a hidden way to be transferred out of the palace - inform on the prince!
After a week of work, I went home and fell asleep last night. I just wrote these two chapters. Sorry for keeping you waiting.

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