A poor blacksmith who is about to starve to death and still owes thirty taels to the Chamber of Commerce?
Metallurgical engineer Shen Xuan was angry: Isn't it just steelmaking?
Build an earthen furnace, burn charcoal, add lime - the first furnace of sponge iron comes out, its hardness crushes the whole city.
Qian Wanguan, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, slapped the table: "Check it for me! Where did this iron come from!"
The military envoy came to the door: "Little brother, did you hit this knife? The border is in urgent need of 10,000 swords!"
Three years later, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty knelt outside the blacksmith shop:
"Please stop practicing! If you continue to practice, the Turks will surrender!"
Qian Wagguan knelt at the front, kowtowing as if pounding garlic: "Master Shen, I will repay those thirty taels, I will repay them a hundred times!"
