Chapter 317 How can one know that it is not a blessing when the furnace collapses?

The storage room filled with charcoal blocks soon burst into flames.

A very thick gray smoke soared upwards, and now the clan members believed that someone’s house was really on fire.

Lilia held her stomach up and was supported by Kawei as she struggled to escape.

"Oh, slow down. Your son is kicking me."

"Stop it!"

Kawei roared, and he There is no pity and pity, and the method is quite violent.

He desperately brought his wife back to the old house, spread a leather mat and asked her to sit down.

Up to this time, Lilia had finally settled down. She gasped and asked with an unhappy face: "You are too rude. Also, what's going on with the stove?"

"What else can be done? It collapsed! I fell short."

"Ah? So many ores, all..." Lilia subconsciously covered her mouth, not knowing what to say.

In her heart, she wished that a large number of new sponge irons could be mass-produced so that she could grind them and soak them before going to her husband to transport a batch of ironware back to her parents' home. Especially after learning about the existence of a special iron tool called "Chromium Steel", she became more and more hopeful that her family members would get it.

Having been married to a Russian for almost a year and about to give birth, Lilia has never forgotten the mission given to her by her biological father.

Kawei looked at his wife and gently wiped her tears: "You were shocked, but fortunately we are all fine."

Kawei pretended to be calm, but in fact his heart was racing. . Those who were even more nervous were the blacksmith apprentices. Their arms were still sore and they were sitting on the ground blankly. They were very frightened at the thought of hot things flowing and turning the pressed weeds into ashes in an instant. They were also fortunate that the master's order was conveyed quickly enough and no one was injured.

"But the stove is gone."

"It doesn't matter. If the stove is gone, we can build a new one. We are not short of money."

Lilia's new one is slightly stable , her mother-in-law also came over to comfort her.

Kawei stood up and looked around, thankful that the people who should be evacuated were all here, then turned around and left.

"Alas! Where are you going?" Lilia asked urgently.

"Go take a look at that damn stove."

"Don't..."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." After that, Kawei opened his legs and met with his father to start solving the mess.

The good thing among misfortunes is that only the storage room was ignited, and my wooden house is currently safe.

Seeing that the hot substances no longer flowed and began to solidify obviously, Klavasen, who was left behind, could finally relax his nervous heart. When Kawei returned, he was already manipulating the long-handled shovel and digging through the material that was beginning to harden.

Kawei whispered a few words to his father and immediately joined in the cleaning work.

In order to make the cleanup work faster and to avoid further expansion of the harm, Klavasen had no choice but to use money again.money means.

The escaping iron smelting employees were very frightened when they thought about the collapse of the furnace. They were the ones who were shouting that "the Klavasen family's furnace collapsed" and they were the first ones to run back. , wanting to know whether Klavason would fulfill his promise to give everyone two silver coins.

The most important thing in doing business is reputation, especially for tool manufacturers like blacksmiths. Not only did he fulfill his promise, he also promised that anyone who participated in the cleanup would receive two more silver coins.

Now, Klavason doesn’t have to worry about the slow cleaning speed.

Some iron smelting employees carried buckets of water and tried to put out the burning storage room, but there was still a lot of charcoal stored in it. It turned into a huge bonfire. How could a few buckets of water be used to put it out?

The thick smoke became an obvious sight. Anyone who looked up at the sky would notice a terrible anomaly.

Although there was haze today, Rurik expected it would not rain. As usual, he trained his men in fighting and archery on the hill. The entire tribe of boys and girls between the ages of six and ten became part of the training. It was entirely because Rurik's promise to take care of the food was really implemented properly, so every family was very happy to hand over their young children to follow the future leader.

The children stopped everything they were doing, including the girl who was operating the winch to wind the crossbow, and stopped the hard work at hand.

"Chief, over there!" Fisk pointed at the wooden sword and aimed it at the black smoke rising in the distance.

"Is there a fire in someone's house?!"

"Maybe, the situation must be very bad."

Rurik looked around, all the The children stretched their heads and stared, whispering to each other and wondering what was going on.

“Quiet!”

Rurik’s order was enough to intimidate everyone, and everyone fell silent.

"That's it for today! Someone's home may be on fire, but I hope it's not your home. If someone is unlucky, don't worry! Let's go and put out the fire!"

Rurik and his guys arrived late. After all, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Under the leadership of Rurik, they walked directly through the crowd and broke into the scene of the incident.

"Klavason! I didn't expect it was really your home. Oops! Stove?! Where is the stove?"

Hearing Rurik's voice, Klava immersed himself in cleaning Sen raised his head in shame and pointed at a piece of black material on the ground and a huge broken "potsherd".

"As you can see, the stove is here."

"Really collapsed? There is still smoke and dust, it turned out to be..."

"Nothing , the furnace collapsed and we built a new one first.Gotta clean up this damn slag. "Klavason spoke, and the regretful expression on his face made Rurik extremely uncomfortable.

"You all go back! Go to the cafeteria and wait for your meal. "Rurik turned around and ordered.

"Chief, do you want to stay? "Fisk asked weakly.

"I'd better stay. "

"You want to help the blacksmith? Maybe we can help. "

"No need, you go to eat! All members are dismissed today, please leave! "

Fisk didn't understand why his little leader was so impatient. I'm afraid it was mainly because he was sad to see the blacksmith's failure? Fisk didn't think much about it, and so did everyone else. Although everyone was curious, since leaving Rick ordered to leave quickly, so don't stay too long.

In fact, not only his own men, but Rurik also opened his arms and waved them, asking the onlookers to leave. He quickly mobilized a group of his mercenaries, and used these warriors who were armed with swords and axes all day long to invite away all the onlookers who did not know the truth.

The tribesmen walked away in anger, leaving those behind. The mercenaries also had new tasks.

Jevro and his men picked up long-handled shovels, or simply dug the ground, and began to clean up the slag.

Rurik’s words greatly surprised the Kravassins. Who would have thought that Rurik was particularly interested in huge furnaces?

Managing a powerful manuscript axe, Yevlo I felt that I could chop the still-hot slag into pieces like a stone, and then shovel it away more easily.

However, after this blow, although the slag was broken, it still revealed something incredible. The metal color.

Seeing the rough silver-gray section, Rurik’s head buzzed, and his golden ponytail almost stood up due to the frizz.

What is this? Slag? No.

Ryurik walked away and squatted down, subconsciously touching it with his fingers. >"Danger! "

Yevluo was eager to protect the Lord. He threw the manuscript axe, grabbed Rurik's waist with both hands, and hugged him directly to the side.

"Oh, what are you doing? What's going on? ”

“My lord, it’s too hot. ”

“Oh, then I really want to thank you. "Rurik patted his forehead vigorously and looked at his little hands again. What beautiful white hands, although they are a little calloused. If he had touched them stupidly just now, I am afraid his hands would be numb.

But the silver-gray gap section is so strange!

Is it possible that the stuff here is not slag at all, but pig iron? Or was it mixed with slag after the furnace collapsed? p>

Rurik continued to stare at Jevro’s masterpiece, and saw that the cross section was indeed silver-gray. This is a color that slag will never have, and is a color that only metal materials can have.color.

"Yevlo!"

"Here!"

"Keep chiseling. After chiseling out a piece, bring it to me and water it to cool it down. I want to take a good look."

"Okay." Yevluo shrugged. He didn't understand what the master meant, so he just did it.

For safety reasons, Jevro knocked out a piece that was a little larger than an adult man's hand. After the cold water cooled down, he personally handed it to the owner Rurik.

"Master, please take a look."

Rurik held the heavy thing in both hands, stared at the metallic luster section, and couldn't help but think about it.

This thing should be pig iron!

No! Clavassen's furnace is not a blast furnace, so how can it possibly smelt molten iron?

But wait, since his furnace smelts chromite into sponge iron, the temperature of the furnace should be very high. Ordinary ores are less resistant to high temperatures than chromite. Could it be that they have...

Rurik tried hard to recall the definition of blast furnace, so that he could understand that the so-called blast furnace only needs to be able to smelt ore. Pig iron, it is a blast furnace by definition, and it does not even need to be made very large.

Every pore of Rurik was screaming, his hands were sweating, his arms couldn't help but loosen, and the things in his hands fell to the sandy ground.

"Master, are you okay?" Jevluo asked with concern.

"It's okay! Yevluo, take out your ax and give it to me."

"Okay."

Yevluo didn't think much about it , he pulled out his chrome steel hand ax and handed it to Rurik, and then saw the boy squatting on tiptoes, holding the ax in both hands at a very tilted angle, and hitting the broken pieces with the blade.

In front of the sharp and strong chrome steel hand axe, the softness of the broken pieces is fully revealed. It was a small but flat section with an intoxicating metallic luster.

These cases are finally solved!

Rurik threw the hand axe, stood up with a smile on his face, and clapped his hands vigorously.

"Yevlo, do you know what this is?"

"It's slag, the waste from their iron smelting. I know this."

"No! You don't know anything." Rurik shook his head and said excitedly: "This is iron! It's called..."

Rurik was stunned for a moment, he really didn't know How to describe pig iron in one word.

He thought for a while, and simply made up a word "smeltiron", which is a combination of "smelting" and "iron".

Of course, Rurik remembered that modern English and even Western and Northern European countries have a proper term for "pig iron", the so-called "pig iron". Because the German blacksmiths who were the first in Western Europe to know how to smelt pig iron knew that pig iron tools were sufficient for large-scale agricultural production, in order to maximize profits, they required more finished products in one casting.

Blacksmiths use the basic principles of sand casting toThe mold, main feed port and a large number of branch feed ports are made in the molding sand.

The relationship between the branch lines and the main line is like the suckling relationship between a piglet and a sow.

I am afraid that it was the German blacksmith who was very passionate about pork sausages who named his casting "Pig Iron" due to the association of processing techniques.

Rurik felt that what he saw was already a kind of white iron. The fact that it could be cut off by Jevro showed that it was brittle. And I really feel that it has a soft texture. Pig iron is such a complex object. It is actually an ore in a certain sense, but the iron content has been enriched to 96%.

Rurik picked up the things on the ground and hurriedly approached Klavasen who was working hard: "Stop being busy, let me show you something."

"Can there be anything? What a good thing, my little master." Klavasen paused his work and threw the shovel directly on the ground. He looked into Rurik's bright eyes, his own expression full of guilt.

"That's it."

"A boring piece of slag?! Are you making fun of me?"

"You..." Rurik said nothing Angry, he deliberately asked: "By the way, even if the furnace collapses, the flying slag will set your house on fire. Where is the sponge iron? At least those things can still be used after being picked up."

This time, Krava Senzhen shrugged helplessly: "Are you kidding? Sponge iron? It's gone, it's all gone. God must have sent a punishment and destroyed my stove."

When he heard this, Rurik I couldn't help but think that this old guy was quite pious.

Wait a minute! How can this guy be pious? He and Kawei have always been pragmatic. For example, in order to allow his daughter-in-law to give birth safely, Klavasen carved a wooden sculpture and worshiped it, claiming to be dedicated to the goddess Freya who is in charge of fertility. In order to protect Lilia from her and avoid the misfortune of childbirth.

Rurik saw through it but didn’t tell it. He really didn’t understand why the Viking goddess Freya wanted to take care of the fertility of a Slavic woman.

“Do you think God is punishing you?” Rurik asked deliberately.

"What else?"

"Forget it." Rurik wiped the things in his hands with both hands: "You think this is slag? You are really stupid! There is no sponge iron Disappeared, it became this."

Clavason hurriedly called Kawei over, just because he saw the unique shiny luster of metal.

"What is this?" Kawei asked anxiously.

"That's what you are cleaning up now."

"Ah? Those wastes."

"Bah!" Rurik said displeased; This is smeltiron. And how are you sure that the collapse of the furnace is not a good thing? Let me tell you, Thor did not punish you, he did destroy your furnace, just because the furnace was inappropriate! ! Under the high temperature, the ore has melted! The iron and charcoal have been excessively fused, causing the iron to dry out.Crisp and melty. "

"You...you know everything? Are you sure? ”

“Of course, I just understand. Who do you think I am? "Rurik said firmly.

In an instant, the Kravasen father and his son suddenly realized.

"Ah! Like I added tin ore and lead to copper ore? Become a pot of molten stuff and cast into an oil lamp holder? ”

“That’s right! Rurik stamped his feet, "My friend, think better of things." Our mountainous areas are full of iron ore. Let's build a suitable furnace so that we can directly smelt molten iron and cast many usable tools. Klavasen, you have witnessed a miracle in your lifetime! You and Kawei are the first in the entire alliance to be able to smelt molten iron! ”

Klavasen’s depressed mood instantly brightened up after being praised by Rurik.

He already understood what Rurik was implying, and specifically ordered the working iron smelter to Employee: “You guys, collect all the scraps and don’t waste any of them. "

After speaking, Klavasen turned his head: "Dear, when will we build a new stove. ”

What happened was completely beyond Rurik’s expectation. Unexpectedly, the Klavasen family had magically reached the extreme high temperature for melting pig iron. In this way, there would really be no technical obstacles to their plan to build a blast furnace? Maybe so.

Rurik composed himself: "I have decided. After you put out the fire and clean up the ruins, we will sit down and discuss how to make the best big stove. Oh, it should be called a blast furnace! ”