I traveled through time and space and found a mute boy: That’s enough, I feel sorry for him

Chapter 176 Pot

As soon as Xu Shu got home, he cheered up and went to see the blacksmith that Xiao Ran had sent last time.

I have been obsessed with love recently and have completely neglected my career. I am really slack and I need to reflect on myself.

But when he arrived, he found that the craftsmen were quite good at finding things to do for themselves.

The pile of iron confiscated from the bandits last time had long been forgotten in a corner by Xu Shu, but this group of blacksmiths planned to melt the iron together, waiting for Xu Shu's order to cast iron.

Xu Shu glanced at the blacksmiths. There were only three of them in total. One of them was not even fully grown, but he stood in the middle of the three, forming a strange "M".

All three of them had dark skin and red and rough faces.

The other two were both strong and had honest faces. They were craftsmen in Xiao Ran's mansion.

According to Xiao Ran, the couple had three brothers, but the eldest brother died of congenital deficiency, leaving the two remaining: the elder brother was named Wu Er and the younger brother was named Wu San.

As for the young man in the middle, he was a craftsman who worked with the bandits. Not only was he young, he was also much thinner, and there was a coin-sized scar on his forehead.

It was a common hyperplastic scar after a burn. After the skin injury healed, the scar continued to proliferate. The irregular shape protruded on the forehead, and the purple-red color made the boy's face look cold and grim.

Xu Shu asked him, "What's your name?"

The young man's expression froze for a moment, and he took a step back helplessly. He said in a tone that didn't match his gloomy features at all, "Please give me a chance, Master Xu. I can make molds, adjust the materials, melt, cast, sharpen and polish. I know how to do all of these."

Xu Shu listened to him using a bunch of technical terms and smiled helplessly: "Don't be nervous, I'm just asking for your name."

The young man uttered "Oh" and whispered, "To answer your question, sir, I don't have a name."

"No name?" Xu Shu frowned. "How old are you this year?"

"eighteen."

He's eighteen years old and doesn't even have a name. Is there really such an outrageous thing in the world?

Seeing Xu Shu silent, the young man suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Xu Shu: "Please give me a name, sir."

Xu Shu came back to his senses, walked forward to pull him up, felt the thick calluses on the boy's hands, and sighed, "You have no name or surname, why don't you take my surname, eighteen years old... I'll be called Xu Shi, do you like it?"

The young man stared at Xu Shu blankly and whispered, "Sir, I don't understand."

Someone chuckled secretly and he blushed immediately.

Xu Shu suddenly felt a little uncertain: "You are, a boy, right..."

The young man straightened his chest and said, "Sir, yes."

"The word 'shi' has the shape of the arrow's dagger, stem and feather, so it is used to represent arrows. Once an arrow is shot, its direction and path will not change easily, so 'shi' also represents firmness and integrity. A real man should stand in the world like this."

Seeing that the boy didn't respond, Xu Shu was a little uncertain: "Do you understand?"

The young man hesitated for two seconds and shook his head: "Sir, no."

Xu Shu decisively gave up: "Then remember it."

The young man answered loudly and stood up straight again.

Xu Shu then began to talk business: "After melting those swords, how many pots can be made?"

"Pot?" Wu Er asked in confusion, "Sir, how big a pot do you want to make and what style?"

Xu Shu gestured to him about the size and said, "It would be best if it was simple and easy to carry, with a hard texture but not bulky. It also needs a handle that is heat-conductive... something that doesn't get hot to the touch."

Wu San frowned, "If you want to make it strong, it's hard not to make it heavy. If you use that amount of iron to make pots for ordinary households, it should be enough to make ten. If you make the light ones that Master Xu mentioned, it can probably make fifteen."

Xu Shu held up a finger: "I only want one bite. But it must meet my requirements, with a hard texture but not heavy. How long will it take?"

Wu Er said: "Sir, such a thing does not exist at all. You can't have your cake and eat it too."

Xu Shu laughed when he heard this and did not argue with him.

Innovation is something that still depends on young people. He looked at Xu Shi: "What's your answer?"

Xu Shi thought for a moment and replied, "The master said that steel is hard and soft after a hundred temperings. Maybe it is what you want, young master."

Wu San frowned: "But the steel method has been lost for a long time."

Xu Shu looked at Xu Shi again, and Xu Shi nodded embarrassedly: "It has indeed been lost for a long time, but since our predecessors discovered this method, it means that this thing must exist. As long as we are willing to spend time looking for it, there must be a way..."

He spoke more and more quietly, and finally chose to stop abruptly and said to Xu Shu: "I'm sorry, sir."

Xu Shu sighed, turned and left.

To be honest, a little disappointed.

These three people have no spirit of doing scientific research.

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When he went to find Mu Jinghua, Mu Jinghua was feeding chickens in the yard. Since he had difficulty walking, he sat on Xu Shu's rocking chair, swaying while scattering food.

When Xu Shu called him, he immediately put down the chicken feed in his hand, picked up the crutches beside the rocking chair, and tried to stand up.

Xu Shu took two quick steps and held him down. Before he could say anything, Mu Jinghua pulled him lightly onto the rocking chair.

"What's wrong?" Xu Shu laughed at him, "Little greedy cat, are you starving?"

Mu Jinghua smiled and asked, "How is Muyilou?"

Xu Shu held him and sat him down again. He was at the bottom, and let Mu Jinghua sit astride his legs, facing him.

Seeing Mu Jinghua's long hair swaying in the rocking chair, he thought to himself, this is a good posture, he must try it sometime.

Only when Mu Jinghua urged him did he slowly start talking about the colorful butterfly.

Unexpectedly, Mu Jinghua immediately said: "I want her to come home, when..."

"Being a manager?" Xu Shu added for him.

Mu Jinghua nodded and said what he thought: "Cai Die can read, and she is a girl. She has some housework, and it is not appropriate for Jiang Da to interfere. It is just right to let Cai Die come."

"And recently I've been bothering my senior brother a lot, running errands, translating, cooking... and sometimes he even goes to work in the fields, which is not good."

Xu Shu fiddled with the long hair on his chest, tangled it around his hands and then untied it: "Qu Xiu, he is active because I will give him money. You don't have to feel guilty. He is very happy."

"But we can't let Qu Xiu do everything, so I plan to let Caidie be the housekeeper, and transfer a few guys from Muyi Building to accompany you, what do you think?"

Mu Jinghua had no objection, and only said: "Du Wanbai is also injured, why not transfer him here as well and let him recover well."

"If Aunt Du doesn't have time, I can personally...look after him."

"Your feet," Xu Shu shook him and laughed, "how do you take care of people?"

Mu Jinghua grabbed Xu Shu's wrist a little angrily: "So you want to take care of me?"

This was really unfair, Xu Shu immediately surrendered and raised his hands: "I'll listen to you, don't be jealous, be good."