chapter 4 first intimate contact

After half a morning, the memories were finally integrated, and Abraham Jin had a better understanding of the host and the world.

The host has heard of the Yellow River, Yangtze River, and Taihang Mountains in his memory.

The writing, culture, place names and previous lives are not much different, but for some unknown reasons, the history is completely different.

For example, the current Dakang Dynasty did not exist in the history of previous lives, but the Dakang Dynasty has been passed down in this world for more than three hundred years.

The host grew up in Xihe Bay, and most of his understanding of the world comes from the narrations of the teachers in the school, and that's all.

To buy food, I had to go to town, a round trip of more than 20 miles, and the mountain road was difficult. It was already mid-afternoon when Abraham Jin came back. The diligent Julianna Guan had already cleaned the house, washed the bedding and hung it in the yard.

Seeing Abraham Jin coming back, he trotted up to meet him and took the bag from Abraham Jin's shoulder.

In fact, there was nothing in the bag, only less than ten pounds of wheat - the money Julianna Guan gave him could only buy so much.

"Why is it so light?"

Julianna Guan was stunned for a moment, then opened the bag and found that there was wheat inside, and her heart sank.

He thought Abraham Jin would buy cheap millet or sorghum, but who knew he bought wheat.

With such a small amount of wheat, even if you only eat one meal a day, it will only be enough for two people to eat for a few days. What will you do in the future?

Although he complained a little in his heart, he didn't dare to question Abraham Jin and sent the bag into the kitchen in a depressed tone.

When he came out, he didn't forget to pick up the bowl of water and held it in front of Abraham Jin with both hands.

After walking for a long time, Abraham Jin was indeed very thirsty, so he took the water and poured it into his stomach.

Julianna Guan took the empty bowl and took the towel with her other hand and handed it over.

"Xiaorou, you don't have to do this."

Abraham Jin was not used to such diligent care.

"Before I came here, my mother told me many times that if anyone wants me, I have to be diligent."

Julianna Guan lowered her head and said, "The fact that the head of the family wants me is the blessing that Xiaorou earned in her previous life. This is what Xiaorou should do."

Abraham Jin knew that these concepts had long been ingrained in Julianna Guan heart, and it might be difficult to change them in a while, so he stopped forcing himself and turned around and entered the blacksmith shop on the west side of the yard.

It's said to be a shop, but it's actually a small workshop of less than thirty square meters.

Abraham Jin opened a wooden box, took out a fist-sized piece of pig iron, and looked through it carefully.

In the host's memory, after the old blacksmith died, he was forced to make a living and tried to make iron tools several times, but all ended in failure.

Whether it's a kitchen knife, a hatchet or a sickle, it always breaks.

Dakang's smelting technology is in a very primitive state, and the methods used by most blacksmith shops to make ironware are equally primitive. They just put the purchased pig iron pieces on the stove and heat them red, and then beat them repeatedly to shape them.

With such a simple process, the host grew up in a blacksmith shop and copied the gourd and the gourd. At most, the things he produced were not as exquisite and beautiful as others. Generally, there would be no quality problems. However, the host failed several times in succession. Abraham Jin speculated that , it is very likely that there is something wrong with the last batch of pig iron purchased by the old blacksmith.

When I came back to check, it was indeed the case.

There were too many impurities in the pig iron in the box. It was only a matter of simple forging that the hatchet made from it would not fall apart.

If you want to use this batch of pig iron to make usable utensils, you must improve the furnace and blower, so that you can barely reach enough temperature to melt out the impurities.

Julianna Guan sent the bowl into the kitchen and followed Abraham Jin to the shop. She stood silently for a while and then summoned up the courage to say, "Master, I have something to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?"Abraham Jin raised his head and asked.

"I want to go back to my parents' house tomorrow and ask my sister-in-law to borrow a loom..."

"Borrow a loom?" Upon hearing this, Abraham Jin roughly guessed Julianna Guan's worries.

Throwing the iron piece back into the box: "How can there be any reason to go back to your parents' house to borrow something on the second day after you get married? Don't worry, I won't let you go hungry."

"Master, I didn't mean that...don't be angry..."

Julianna Guan was like a frightened deer, trying to explain.

"I am not angry."

Abraham Jin patted her shoulder and said confidently: "Believe me, life will get better and better."

In later generations, a pat on the shoulder was a very simple comfort, but in Julianna Guan's mind, it was an extremely intimate gesture, and she was too embarrassed to look up at Abraham Jin.

Being so embarrassed, Julianna Guan's anxiety dissipated a lot. She lowered her head and asked, "What are your plans for the future, head of the family?"

"I'm going hunting in the mountains."

"hunt?"

Julianna Guan was stunned.

She wasn't surprised if Abraham Jin answered reading or blacksmithing, but Abraham Jin said he wanted to go hunting?

"There is something wrong with the iron blocks at home. The furnace needs to be modified to melt the impurities."

Abraham Jin pointed at the stove and said, "It will take several days to modify the stove. I have to go to the mountains to catch a few rabbits and sell them to get more food."

Julianna Guan looked at Abraham Jin's small figure and was deeply suspicious of his words, but she didn't dare to refute, she just lowered her head and said nothing.

Hunting was not Abraham Jin's excuse to comfort Julianna Guan, but the plan he had thought up on the way back from selling grain.

Xihe Bay is located in northern Sichuan, only more than a hundred miles away from the famous Jianmen Pass. It is surrounded by rolling mountains and has a lot of prey. It is not difficult to shoot a few rabbits with a crossbow.

As long as he lasts for a while and waits for him to improve the stove and blower, wouldn't it be easy to make money?

However, Abraham Jin didn't explain that much and pushed Guan Xiaorou to the door:...

"You don't know how to put the things here. Just let me clean them up. You can go do other things."

"Um."

Guan Xiaorou nodded obediently and went to clean up the debris in the yard with worry.

Abraham Jin began to make crossbows.

When he was a graduate student in his previous life, his tutor was a crossbow enthusiast. During his four years of graduate school, Abraham Jin often accompanied his tutor to the shooting range to practice. His archery skills were very good, and he was also very familiar with the structures of various crossbows and bed crossbows.

But when he started to do it, Abraham Jin discovered that it was much more difficult than he expected.

The tools in the blacksmith shop are so primitive that even if you choose to make a crossbow with the simplest structure, you can only finish the initial polishing of the bow body after a busy afternoon.

In the evening, Abraham Jin had his first meal in this world, which was also his wedding banquet.

There were no complicated etiquette, no congratulations from relatives and friends, just him and Julianna Guan.

The food is also very simple, even crude.

A small bowl of wheat porridge and a plate of vegetables with only coarse salt.

that is it.

The wheat porridge was very unpalatable, and the layer of bran on the outside was a bit irritating to the mouth, which made Abraham Jin a little uncomfortable.

But Julianna Guan on the opposite side ate extremely deliciously.

She usually eats wild vegetables and chaff at home, and occasionally eats millet, which is considered a delicacy. Wheat porridge is almost a luxury for her.

Since becoming a "loser", she has never eaten again.

So you have to hold each bite in your mouth for a long time, trying to feel the sweetness of the wheat.

After finishing a bowl, Julianna Guan put down the bowl and chopsticks.

The sides of the bowl were scraped clean with chopsticks. Not to mention the grains of wheat, not even a drop of soup was left.