Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

Shen Zheng moved her slightly numb wrist.

If he is the true dragon emperor, he is really arrogant.

"The blade is rolled!"

Someone said this, and almost everyone looked at the clown sword in Tianzi's hand.

Even the emperor turned his wrist and picked it up to take a look.

The blade was not damaged at all.

He immediately looked at the guard sword in Shen Zheng's hand.

Shen Zheng was watching too.

Some people said that the guard's sword was bent, but she herself hadn't seen it yet.

Yue Zhenchuan and a group of military officers moved closer, and Yue Zhenchuan was the first to see the small gap on the guard's sword.

The small gap is really small, and it is actually difficult to see unless you look closely.

But when the two swords were placed together, this tiny flaw was infinitely magnified.

Even though the emperor knew that what Shen Zheng brought was extraordinary, he was still filled with shock and fear at this moment.

The blade of the guard's sword is made of steel!

The characteristic of the steel produced by the Ministry of Industry is not hardness, but toughness.

Among weapons of the same origin, the tougher the casting material, the less likely it is to break.

But he only used 50% of his strength just now!

Suppressing his excitement, he exchanged the sword in his hand with Shen Zheng's, "Try again! This time, I will use all my strength!"

Just now the clown's sword chopped the guard's sword, this time it was the guard's sword that chopped the clown's sword.

Shen Zheng looked at the dagger in his hand and felt a pang in his heart.

Seeing the emperor's high-spirited look, if he didn't hit her accurately, it would hit her hand...

As if he saw her hesitation, the emperor secretly laughed at her for being useless, but he still called Lu Botang up: "Lu Qing, come and hold the sword, but you must stand firm."

Shen Zheng quickly passed the "hot potato" away.

Lu Botang held the clown sword in both hands, bent his knees slightly, and just as he was ready, before he could say a word, the guard sword in the emperor's hand came straight at him.

He opened his eyes slightly and concentrated all his strength on his wrists and arms.

There was only a crisp "ding" sound.

Then there was the sound of "clang clang clang——"

A sharp weapon fell to the ground.

The emperor stared at his hands in a daze.

The guard's sword...is broken.

The half-broken guard's sword, with a slightly bent blade, lay straight on the gold brick, silently telling of his grievances.

Lu Botang's eyes shifted slightly, looking at the clown sword in his hand in disbelief.

The clown's sword was still shining, with only a tiny, barely visible curl forming where it had just touched the guard's sword.

The hall fell into a strange silence.

The emperor looked at his hands, then at the ground, and finally at the clown sword in Lu Botang's hand.

When the two blades collided, one was almost unscathed, while the other broke directly.

It is clear at a glance who is higher and who is lower, who is strong and who is weak.

If placed on the battlefield...

The next moment, a wave of madness arose in the hall. All the military officers rushed forward and surrounded Shen Zheng and others, looking as if they wanted to swallow the dagger alive.

Even the emperor holding a broken sword was bumped by a blind man.

Eunuch Hong's old face turned red with excitement, but he still stood by the emperor's side.

"Don't push, don't push, my Lords. Lord Shen is right here, and the sword can't escape. Don't... Ouch - Your Majesty, are you okay?"

The military officers regained some consciousness after hearing the word "Your Majesty" and stopped making a fuss, but their eyes were still glowing red and they kept drooling at the dagger in Lu Botang's hand.

The emperor seemed to be oblivious to Eunuch Hong's question, and stared at Shen Zheng without blinking, "Mr. Shen, why did you forge this sword..."

"steel."

Shen Zheng only answered with a short word.

But the emperor and the military officers all suspected that they had heard wrongly and stood there in a daze.

"Steel?" the emperor repeated.

"It's steel." Shen Zheng nodded without hesitation, "Your Majesty, this is real steel."

Real... steel?

Yue Zhenchuan grasped the key point.

What Lord Shen brought this time is real steel.

So what is the "steel" that their Ministry of Industry has been refining for many years?

Yue Zhenchuan and everyone in the Ministry of Works felt like they had been hit hard.

It is obvious that the weapons forged from Lord Shen's steel are tougher than the weapons forged from their "steel".

Among the military generals, some carry steel swords.

They frowned and asked the people from the Ministry of Industry, "Why is your steel different from Master Shen's steel?"

The people in the Ministry of Industry all blushed and asked questions in a very subtle way...

Yue Zhenchuan's eyes turned red, and he asked Shen Zheng in a hoarse voice: "Little Master Shen, what is the steel that my Ministry of Industry refines... if it's not steel, then what is it?"

Shen Zheng couldn't bear to disappoint him too much, so she bent down, picked up the broken sword, and pretended to look at it for a while.

"This material..." She touched the blade, "can be said to have begun to have the quality of steel, but it still does not reach the standard of real steel because of its high content of impurities."

To be blunt, this is actually an iron-carbon alloy that contains a lot of impurities and uneven carbon content, but has been artificially optimized.

Steel is also an iron-carbon alloy, but it has undergone treatments such as decarburization and sulfur and phosphorus removal so that the internal metal content reaches a balanced state. Only in this way can the calcined metal be called real steel, and the structure and performance of this steel can be greatly superior to the "iron-carbon impurity alloy".

"There are a lot of impurities..." Yue Zhenchuan held the steel block in his hand and muttered with his head down.

He thought that the steelmaking technology of his Great Zhou was at the forefront of all countries, and he was even complacent about it.

But today, he got a wake-up call.

And he, like a frog in a well, even when the "bright moon" fell into his hands, he still foolishly asked: "What is this?"

How ironic.

He was also the Minister of Works.

In Shen Zheng's eyes, Yue Zhenchuan was about to break into pieces. He staggered back two steps, but still held the steel block tightly in his hand.

"I feel so ashamed of your majesty!" He suddenly shouted and knelt on the ground, tears falling on the spot. "Thanks to your majesty's kindness, I have been able to manage the Ministry of Works for several years. But today, I feel like a mayfly seeing the blue sky, and then I realize how big the world is... I have failed your majesty's kindness and my colleagues in the Ministry of Works. I am ashamed and can only take the blame..."

"Master Yue!" Shen Zheng interrupted him before he could finish his words: "There are many details of steelmaking that even I haven't figured out. I have been thinking about going to Beijing to discuss it with you. Without you, I have no confidence in smelting large quantities!"

Yue Zhenchuan paused and raised his head half-believingly.

Shen Zheng helped him up and said in a low voice: "I accidentally touched the threshold before. I feel that steel can be divided into many types, such as the kind that will not rust, high temperature resistant, wear-resistant, etc. I think we can all come down and try slowly. The road is long and difficult..."

Yue Zhenchuan's face flushed red, "Really?"