When the porter Ying Tie's hand tendons were severed by the noble young master's bronze sword, blood was dripping from his fingers onto the rusty iron plow by the roadside. He heard the crisp sound of broken ribs, and vaguely saw the young master in a black brocade robe flicking his sleeves and sneering: 'Isn't a lowly man qualified to stand up for others? I will send you to see the King of Hell today. '
At the moment of death, the iron birthmark on his wrist suddenly became hot.
'Ding - Devourable metal detected: broken iron plow (containing 12 kilograms of impurity iron), mechanical energy +10.
'
The sudden mechanical sound in his consciousness made Ying Tie's pupils shrink suddenly.
He watched the blood droplets oozing from his palms fall on the iron plow. The rust peeled off at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing a brand new plow blade. What was even more frightening was that he had a blueprint in his mind: 'Improved iron plow (ordinary product): requires 10 pounds of mechanical energy + 8 pounds of pure iron, and can triple the efficiency of plowing the ground.
'
Three days later, Yueyang Market.
The aristocratic young man who had broken three of his ribs was kneeling in the mud, tugging at his trousers and crying: 'Mr. Ying!
I am willing to exchange ten acres of fertile land for your iron plow!
Please don't sell this to the Ministry of Agriculture...'
And Ying Tie touched the newly made repeating crossbow and suddenly smiled when he heard the beating sound of 'Mechanical Energy +50' in the system prompt.
So what if the Six Nations unite? So what if the old aristocracy oppresses people?
He will use these hands to forge the iron of Da Qin into a sword that can conquer the world. "
