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Chapter 4 - The First Intimate Contact

After half a morning, the memory fusion was finally completed. Qin Feng had a further understanding of the host and this world.

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

  The language, culture, and place names were not much different from his previous life, but for some unknown reason, history was completely different.

  For example, the current Great Zhou Dynasty did not exist in the history of his previous life, but the Great Zhou Dynasty had been passed down in this world for more than 300 years.

  The host grew up in Haijiao Village. Most of the knowledge about the world comes from the academy teacher's narration. That's all.

  Buying grain required going to town, and the journey was more than twenty miles. The mountain roads were difficult to traverse, and by the time Qin Feng returned, it was already late in the afternoon. The diligent Guan Hanyan had already cleaned the house, washed the bedding, and hung it in the courtyard.

  When he saw Qin Feng return, he jogged over and took the bag from Qin Feng's shoulder.

  Actually, there wasn't much in the bag. There were only less than ten catties of wheat. Guan Hanyan could only buy this much with the money she gave him.

  "Why is it so light?"

  Guan Hanyan was stunned for a moment. She opened the bag and found that there was wheat inside. Her heart sank.

  He thought that Qin Feng would buy cheap grains or sorghums, but he bought wheat instead.

  Even if they only ate one meal a day, it would only be enough for two people to eat for a few days. What would they do in the future?

  Although he was a little resentful, he did not dare to question Qin Feng. He gloomily sent the bag into the kitchen.

  When she came out, she didn't forget to bring a bowl of water and held it in front of Qin Feng with both hands.

  After walking for half a day, Qin Feng was indeed very thirsty. He took the water and gulped it down.

  Guan Hanyan took the empty bowl and handed him a towel with her other hand.

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

  Qin Feng was not used to such attentive care.

  "Before I came, Mother told me many times that if someone was willing to hire me, I had to be more diligent."

  Guan Hanyan lowered her head and said," It's a blessing from my previous life that my master is willing to accept me. This is what I should do."

  Qin Feng knew that Guan Hanyan's mindset was deeply rooted in her heart and it would be difficult for her to change it in a short period of time, so he didn't force her anymore. He turned around and entered the blacksmith shop on the west side of the courtyard.

  Although it was called a shop, it was actually a small workshop that was less than 30 square meters.

  Qin Feng opened a wooden box and took out a fist-sized pig iron. He looked at it carefully.

  In the host's memory, after the old blacksmith died, he was forced to make a living. He had tried to forge iron a few times, but he failed.

  Whether it was a kitchen knife, a chopper, or a sickle, they all broke.

  Da Kang's smelting technology was in a very primitive state. Most of the blacksmiths 'methods of forging iron were also primitive. They would buy pig iron and put it on the furnace to heat it red, then repeatedly hammer it into shape.

  It was such a simple process. The host grew up in a blacksmith shop and copied the process. At most, the things he forged were not as beautiful as others, and there would usually be no quality problems. However, the host had failed several times in succession. Qin Feng speculated that there was a problem with the last batch of pig iron that the old blacksmith bought.

  He came back to check, and it was indeed so.

  There were too many impurities in the pig iron in the box. It would be strange if the chopper made by simple forging did not break.

  If he wanted to use this batch of pig iron to make a usable object, he had to improve the furnace and the fan so that he could barely reach a sufficient temperature to melt the impurities.

  Guan Hanyan took the bowl into the kitchen and followed Qin Feng to the shop. She stood there silently for a while before she mustered up her courage and said," Master, there's something I want to discuss with you."

  "What is it?" Qin Feng raised his head and asked.

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

  "Borrow a loom?" Qin Feng could guess Guan Hanyan's concern.

  "How can you go back to your mother's house to borrow things on the second day of marriage?" Don't worry, I won't let you starve."

  "Master, I didn't mean it that way…Don't be angry…"

  Guan Hanyan was like a frightened deer as she tried her best to explain.

  "I'm not angry."

  "Trust me, the days will get better and better," Qin Feng patted her shoulder and said confidently.

  In the future, a pat on the shoulder was a very simple consolation, but in Guan Hanyan's mind, it was an extremely intimate action. She was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to look up at Qin Feng.

  " What are your plans for the future?" Guan Hanyan lowered her head and asked.

  "I'm going to the mountains to hunt."

  "Hunting?"

  Guan Hanyan was stunned.

  She wasn't surprised that Qin Feng would answer to study or forge, but he said he wanted to go hunting?

  "There's a problem with this batch of iron blocks at home. The furnace needs to be modified to melt the impurities."

  "It will take a few days to modify the furnace. I have to go to the mountain to catch a few rabbits and sell them. I have to exchange them for more food." Qin Feng pointed at the furnace.

  Guan Hanyan looked at Qin Feng's small body and doubted his words, but she didn't dare to refute him. She just lowered her head and didn't speak.

  Hunting wasn't an excuse for Qin Feng to comfort Guan Hanyan. It was a plan that he had thought of on his way back from buying food.

  Haijiao Village was located in the north of Sichuan, only a hundred miles away from the famous Jianmen Pass. It was surrounded by mountains and had a lot of prey. It was not difficult to make a bow to kill a few rabbits.

  As long as he could hold on for a while, it would be easy for him to make money when he fixed the furnace and the air conditioner.

  However, Qin Feng didn't explain much. He pushed Guan Hanyan to the door and said,"

  "You don't know how to put the things here. I'll pack them up. You can go do something else."

  "Yes."

  Guan Hanyan nodded obediently and went to clean up the mess in the yard.

  Qin Feng started to make bows and crossbows.

  In his previous life, when he was a graduate student, his mentor was a bow enthusiast. During his few years of postgraduate studies, Qin Feng had accompanied his mentor to the shooting range to practice. His archery skills were very good, and he was extremely familiar with the structure of various bows and crossbows.

  However, when they started fighting, Qin Feng discovered that the difficulty was much greater than he had expected.

  The tools in the blacksmith shop were too primitive. Even if he chose to make a bow with the simplest structure, it took him an entire afternoon to grind the bow.

  In the evening, Qin Feng ate his first meal in this world, which was also his wedding banquet.

  There was no complicated etiquette, no congratulatory greetings from relatives and friends, just him and Guan Hanyan.

  The food was also very simple. It could even be said to be simple.

  A small pot of oatmeal and a plate of vegetables with only coarse salt.

  That was all.

  The oatmeal was not delicious. The outer layer of wheat bran was a little prickly, making Qin Feng a little unused.

  However, Guan Hanyan was enjoying her meal.

  She usually ate wild vegetables and chaff at home. Occasionally, she would eat millet, which was already considered a delicacy. To her, oatmeal was almost a luxury.

  Ever since she became a 'money-losing good', she hadn't eaten it once.

  Therefore, he had to hold every mouthful in his mouth for a long time, trying his best to taste the sweetness of the wheat.

  After finishing the bowl, Guan Hanyan put down the bowl and chopsticks.

  The bowl was scraped clean by the chopsticks. Not even a drop of soup was left, let alone wheat.