This morning, a somewhat surprising scene occurred in the crew of " In the Snow."
In the slightly narrow aisle backstage of the production team, four old people were sitting upright.
With their silver hair and outstanding temperament, they seemed a little out of place in the surrounding environment.
For a full three to four hours, they sat there as if no one was around.
He didn't move around or make any noise.
They looked like ancient trees that had stood for thousands of years.
At the same time, during these long hours.
The director, Qin Chuan, who had always been a man of his word in the production team, was like a young man who had just entered society.
He repeated the task of serving tea, water, snacks, and cigarettes to the elders. He was extremely respectful!
Very few people knew why such a scene would suddenly appear in the production team.
Therefore, almost all the staff members who saw this scene were guessing the purpose and identity of these old men in front of them!
In the studio, Lu Ze, who was focused on forging knives, naturally didn't know what was happening outside.
After communicating with Yang Mi last night and completing the so-called 'custom library,' Lu Ze started the production of the Spring Thunder Blade in the morning!
The ancient forging method had extremely high requirements for the heat and strength.
And these were often the most important points used to measure the level of a blacksmith!
With the help of the system, Lu Ze, who was immersed in the forging process, did these things methodically.
In the middle of the workshop, he set up the forging furnace that he had extracted from the system.
The flames ignited by the plant ashes emitted a scorching and dazzling light in this medium-sized space.
He was so focused that he picked up a piece of precious dark iron produced in ancient times with a pair of steel pliers.
After repeatedly turning and heating it to a suitable state, he began to use a dazzling method to continuously forge and hammer!
"Dong! Thump! Dong!"
A crisp and clear sound echoed throughout the entire space.
Every time, Lu Ze would hit a different place on the black iron blade.
Under the clean and neat hammering, the piece of dark iron that had not taken shape at the beginning gradually turned into a peerless blade with a slight arc, sharp and cold!
The process of forging a knife, apart from the relatively complicated molding and casting process at the beginning, was not a problem.
It seemed to be the simplest, but in fact, it was the most boring and challenging part of the craftsmanship.
It was the forging that Lu Ze had just done!
A piece of good steel, or rather, a piece of good iron.
It needed to be forged thousands of times before it was qualified to become a part of the saber!
This step alone was something that modern technology could not compare to.
Modern furnaces used semi-automatic techniques to make knives. All the forging processes had become strictly set mechanical engineering.
The efficiency was naturally much higher than hammering by hand.
However, using such a method to produce it was only an industrial product!
There was no warmth nor soul!
And these two, in the time that had just passed.
They were all given to this blade named 'Spring Thunder'!
Time slowly passed.
In front of the furnace, Lu Ze's forehead was covered in sweat due to the rising temperature of the flame and his focus on forging.
The dense and crisp sound of forging rang out continuously in the space.
After a long time, there was a sound.
The moment the red black iron touched the warm water, a mist rose in front of Lu Ze.
"Whoosh!"
He finally had the time to catch his breath and stretch his body. He took out a piece of tissue to wipe the sweat on his forehead and then walked to the workbench not far away.
While waiting for the blade to cool down, Lu Ze picked up a piece of expensive red sandalwood from the workbench and began to make the scabbard with exquisite techniques.
The three-dimensional structure diagram in his mind seemed to understand Lu Ze's intentions. It kept zooming in and out, allowing him to carve out many details clearly.
This took another two to three hours.
At two in the afternoon, Lu Ze finally had the time to look up from his work desk. He looked out the window with his sore eyes.
The originally weak sunlight became brighter and more dazzling in the afternoon.
Lu Ze blinked his eyes and smiled as he looked at the perfect purple sandalwood scabbard on the table.
Then, he gently pressed the round turquoise stone into a small hole on the scabbard.
At this point, the production of the Spring Thunder Blade was finally completed!
A full six hours had passed. It was boring and long.
Lu Ze got up again and picked up the cooled blade from the basin. He carefully wiped the water droplets on the blade and swiftly put the scabbard and blade together.
"Swoosh!"
In the low but not monotonous voice, a cold light floated in front of his eyes.
This was a piece of work that had finally been completed after thousands of tempering.
Lu Ze was very satisfied!
Outside the studio, a few old people who had been waiting for half a day were about to open the lunch boxes that Qin Chuan had specially prepared for them.
"Creak ~" The sound of the wooden door being pushed open suddenly sounded.
"Clang clang!"
Almost at the same time, they jumped up from their stools and looked at the young man who was a little tired but had bright eyes.
The excited expression on his face also rippled out without reservation at this moment!
At the same time, in a small corner of the set.
Xiao Zhan was still wearing his huge sunglasses and leaning on the recliner.
After listening to the assistant's soft report, a sinister and cold expression suddenly flashed across his face.
After a long while, he finally received a certain piece of news. His tone was filled with disdain and indifference!
"He actually…A prop master?"
"A prop master. Why?"
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