Chapter 152: Rurik needs glassware
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Lurik had a saber hanging on his waist, and there were two entourages behind him. If it weren't for him to be too young, this looks really magnificent.
The three of them stepped toward the beach, and the thick smoke from the chimney accurately showed the location of the smithy.
Unable to help them approach, the sound of Ding Ding Dong Dong had already reached Rurik's ears.
After a while, a bearded guy with two hairy arms in a rough leather jacket appeared in front of them.
This person is no one else, but the senior blacksmith Clavasson.
The corner of the old guy's eyes had noticed Rurik coming with a golden ponytail, and his work had not stopped.
Rurik leaned over happily: "I thought I was here, and you would suspend work and say hello to me."
"Oh, my little master, I'm very busy now. You know." Clavasson stared at the sword embryo that was tightly clamped by the pliers, and still had no intention of suspending work.
Rurik looked around and saw that the two long wooden benches in the "ironing workshop" with only a wooden roof ventilated (spring is here, and the wind-shielding wooden boards are taken), five swords have been placed vertically on them. Said they are still sword embryos.
From the naked eye, their length and color are very consistent.
"The swords on your stool, are they about to enter the final stage?" Rurik accosted.
"No. They haven't formed yet. They've just been forged ten times, which is far from the fifty times you asked for. But..." At this time, Kravasson finally suspended his work and grabbed the pliers. , Put the red sword embryo aside and let it cool naturally.
Clavasson took his wooden cup, took a glass of water from a bucket not far away, and drank it quickly.
"Ah! Really comfortable. You know my business, Rurik, I have taken a lot of orders! I am very busy now, and I must try my best to make steel swords. If it is only to cut ordinary iron swords, I find that I only need to forge twenty Basically enough."
"I don't know about this." Rurik was a little surprised, because this Klavasen was obviously cutting corners!
"You understand now. But don't worry, those brothers and I have already tried it. Twenty times of forging is enough. Finally, use grease for the final quenching, and the sword is done."
"The sword completed in this way is still sixty silver coins?"
"Of course." Cravason smiled satisfied, "The price is fixed like this, including those people. Sell a sword, and the six silver coins in it are yours. I don't dare to be greedy for even one silver coin. ."
Rurik already knew that the blacksmiths formed a guild spontaneously, and the technique of making steel swords was also spread by Kravassen.
Technology will die sooner or later. If five professional blacksmiths can do one thing at the same time, the efficiency of producing steel swords will naturally be much higher. Now that Klavasen deliberately saves costs for practicality, the production efficiency of the sword will also be higher.
They have completed nearly fifty orders, and he still has more than two hundred orders to be completed.
Clavasson was very honest in confessing the orders of several other blacksmiths, including himself. Everyone has accumulated as many as 500 orders! To complete them, the blacksmiths believe that even if it is winter, the struggle will continue. These struggles are of course very worthwhile, but that is a huge amount of money!
Rurik estimated that with these orders alone, he should have received three thousand silver coins in the end.
Is it just the production of steel swords? No! Once you understand the benefits of carburizing and quenching, shouldn't you make some steel axes? According to the agreement, any sales of steel axe will also get 10% profit.
Rurik led his own people towards him, and he surrounded his two men around the small stove.
"Kanuf, Fisk, you have all seen it, this is the work of a blacksmith. Burning stones to make weapons."
"So it's like this?" Fisk looked at the beating flame, and watched Clavasson with a white beard. He clamped a sword embryo with tongs and placed it in the fire. Immediately afterwards, Clarvasson, whose son could not help for the time being, personally operated the air bag blower. Every time he compressed air, the flames fiercely rushed up, scaring Fisk back subconsciously.
"Are you scared?" Rurik joked.
"No. This is the first time I have come to the forge. It turns out that our swords are made like this."
"You?" Caravason, who was squatting on the ground and pressing the airbag, frowned and said displeasedly: "Child, I am not making an ordinary sword now. Are you free? Can you come and help me squeeze this? My child Before you become a warrior, you must understand how your sword was born. Listen, you will use the steel sword I made in the future, just like others. Come and help me now."
Fisk thought for a while, he felt that the old guy's words were quite reasonable, and he came up with the work of the blacksmith's assistant.
As for Kanuf, his hands are also itchy.
With the help of two child laborers, Clavasson was able to free his hands and add charcoal to the stove at any time, and his eyes could also observe the flames closely.
Rurik watched the leaping flames with his back on his back, deliberately waiting until Klavasen was busy for a while.
He didn't wait too long, because Clavasson knew very well that Rurik's sudden arrival must explain something, which may be related to that matter.
Clavasson finally suspended his work. After he folded and forged the sword embryo, he directly carburized it in the fire. Now, without the help of a blower, the two children panting and sweating also stood up.
Karavason drank another large glass of water happily, then turned around and asked; "Let's talk, what can I do?"
"That's it! Regarding the great merchant Gould's cup, I think the time has come. I need you to help me make it."
"You think it's okay? But, I don't know how to make it. But if you can point me, it's like pointing me to make a steel sword, I think...I can satisfy you."
The corner of Lurik's mouth gently curled: "Of course, as long as you follow my requirements, you will be able to succeed. I will sell glasses to make money in the future."
Here, Rurik refers to it directly as "boli" instead of "" in the ancient Germanic language.
Boli is glass, which describes a completely transparent substance with a stone-like texture.
However, Kravasson was still silly.
Because the Germanic language is also Latin from the Romans, and the Romans also learned about the making of glassware from the Egyptians and learned this term.
Although Western Rome fell, the craftsmanship of glass making was not cut off.
The Frankish kingdom can still make glassware by itself, such as making some decorative glass gems, or making glassware.
It's just that these utensils are mainly enjoyed by the nobles, and their high prices and narrow markets make it difficult for poor farmers to understand them.
The same is true in Eastern Rome, and all kinds of glassware are still enjoyed by dignitaries.
Therefore, the glassware that has spread to the Nordic world is so rare and the price is ridiculously high.
For this reason, Kravasson has not even seen glass, whether it is "" or "boli", both words are unfamiliar.
Rurik did his best to describe its beauty.
"It uses some special stones and special materials to form a sticky reddish substance like **** in the furnace. Put this mass in a container and press it with another tool to make it. The shape of the quilt.
When it gradually cooled, it became transparent as ice. But such a cup is much harder than ice!
Gould spent a hundred silver coins for a transparent cup, and we didn't ask for too much. As long as we can mass produce and sell it at a price of ten silver coins, this will be fine..."
Rurik tried his best to introduce the beauty of a glass.
He particularly emphasized two points: First, the raw materials of this material are not difficult to obtain, and the production is relatively simple. Second, you can buy at least one ten silver coins.
Undoubtedly, Kravasson attaches great importance to these two things compared to the so-called glass which is still unknown.
Clavasson couldn't help asking: "My little master, this is true. Only a few stones can make a quilt relatively quickly. Can I sell it for ten silver coins?"
"It's true." Rurik pinched his waist confidently. "You just have to do what I said."
With that said, Rürich paused, looked around, and muttered: "It's too late today. You can't collect the raw materials right away, and even if you collect them, we still need some other equipment. Now... ...You find me a plank and give me a piece of carbon."
"Ok."
Soon, a wooden board containing ironing equipment was hugged by Karavassen. He turned its flat back face to Rurik, and handed it a so-called charcoal pen, which was actually a long and thin carbon rod. .
Rurik squatted down and ordered Clavasson to squat in front of him.
He drew it on the wooden board, and he also talked about the details.
From the beginning, text is a kind of picture. Even if it is a pure phonetic phonetic alphabet like the Luenwen of the Nordic counterparts, the source is also the magical modification of ancient Egyptian script.
By drawing the picture, Rurik believed that Kravasson could understand it.
Because what is painted on the board is basically a view of a mold.
Rurik was in his own professional quality and couldn't help drawing three views.
In the final analysis, what he painted is a schematic diagram of a mold system.
Where did Caravason know the three views, but the old guy knew the craftsmanship of bronze casting very well. Just a little bit by Rurik, Caravason was already fully aware of it.
"Rurik, although I basically don't understand your picture, you don't have to worry that I don't understand. You want me to make two special utensils out of bronze, no problem."
Rurik cried for a long time, maybe the old guy in front of him did understand: "Well, you should understand the meaning of these two bronze utensils. If there was a muddy mass at that time, put him in the utensil, and finally it would be possible. It is pressed into the shape of a cup. I also need you to make a wooden frame to fix the upper device to ensure the stability of the press."
Clavasson nodded, "It seems that, in a sense, this is a mortar for pounding onions."
"It's indeed similar. It takes many times to pound onions. As shown in the picture, my appliance only needs one time."
Rurik had drew very clearly on this board. He drew a sketch of a manual punching machine and ordered Karavassen to follow this principle.
Rurik didn't care about the exquisiteness of the so-called suppressing machine.
Exquisite and beautiful machine-made? That is impossible. In the final analysis, what Rurik wants is the finished glassware, even if the glass has a lot of impurities and the regulations are not neat.
Of course, rough machines naturally have great value. In the final analysis, technology is constantly accumulating and developing from generation to generation. Even if there are leaps and bounds of innovation in the process, it is after all generations of people constantly transforming it based on the original machine.
"That's it. Now that you can build the machine as shown, I'm relieved of that. Now please listen carefully to the materials I need."
"Yes." Cravason tensed his nerves. "Raw materials are the most important thing, tell me. I know these are part of Odin's wisdom."
"Hey, count it." Rurik solemnly said: "I want you to prepare four things. First, the pebbles that are as transparent as possible, as well as the sand in the stream. Second, pure white lime. . Third, it’s the ashes, just like boiling salt. I want the crystals in it, but this is the only thing I can ask the priests to do for me. Fourth, I want lead powder."
Clavasson does understand these four substances, including the third type of ashes. He now knows that the precipitate from the melted water of the ashes is the key to making soap.
"Rurik, among these four things, I will collect sand and lime by myself. You can help me get the essence of ashes. As for lead, I have ready-made ones here."
Rurik thought for a while and said, "Well, I can wait. At first I just wanted to do an experiment to prove that I can do it. You don't need to collect so many materials, as long as we succeed, then we try again. Increase production."
"Oh! My child, I really value my old bone." Klavasen laughed haha, "I am a blacksmith, maybe I don't have so much energy to help you make a cup, or something else."
"Of course. Even so, I still need your help. I'm here today to tell you about this. Clavasson, I will be back the day after tomorrow. By that time I hope you have fulfilled my requirements. You must do it as soon as possible. No matter what the result is, I will pay you..." Rurik thought for a while and said casually: "Fifty silver coins!"
"What?! So much money?" Cravason was startled.
"Why? Feel that there is not enough money?"
"No! Enough is enough." Clavasson's excitement was written on his face, and he felt comfortable when he mentioned coins. "This is better than business, the morning after tomorrow. No! By the time the sun goes down tomorrow, you will be big But come to me, I will be successful."
"It's the day after tomorrow. I hope there won't be any problems midway."
Rurik did not stay any longer. He had already informed about all the requirements for glass making, raw materials and processing equipment, and promised a huge sum of money after the event was completed.
Are you really trying to make glass like this?
Once a decision has been made, then one must walk to the end.
Asking himself, Rurik admires his decision.
Many peoples learned the technique of making glass thousands of years ago. The technology of blowing glass came from ancient Egypt two thousand years ago. The technology quickly spread to the Mediterranean coast and was finally carried forward by Rome~www.novelhall.com~ The technology they adopted was still blowing, which is really a technology. Live, if a glass blower is unqualified, he can blow his cheeks to waste.
The Ross people, who have basically never seen glass, can count on a few words of guidance to enable a small group of people to learn to blow glass? It is unrealistic. Even a good attempt, following the hot air flow of the copper pipe recoil, can completely scald the worker's throat, causing people to become dumb.
But another processing method, the technology of pressing glass, is completely implemented.
After all, glass, because of its magical molecular structure, makes people wonder whether it is a liquid or a solid. It does not have a solid-liquid decomposition temperature. When the temperature increases, it starts to become viscous, and finally becomes a hot red paste like ketchup.
A mass of temperature is not too extreme, just like plasticine paste placed in a mold, of course it can be pressed into the desired shape.
Compared with blown glass, this pressing technique is more suitable for making windowpanes and wide-mouth quilts. If the bottle is made industrially, the efficiency of the industrial blowing method is amazing. In later generations, a beverage company's global factories could blow out two million glass bottles a day.
The most critical point is that the process of pressing glass is simple, which is its advantage. To make the glassware quickly, the only thing Rurik thought of was the possibility of rapid realization of this set of pressing methods.
After all, it is still a possibility.
In theory, the possibility of success is very high! Rurik firmly believes that even if purely transparent glass cannot be made, it is enough to make colored translucent goods.
As for the toxicity of leaded glass, Rurik doesn't care. Anyway, the purpose of lead is to lower the melting point. If you use glassware and tableware, of course you can’t use lead glass.
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Lurik had a saber hanging on his waist, and there were two entourages behind him. If it weren't for him to be too young, this looks really magnificent.
The three of them stepped toward the beach, and the thick smoke from the chimney accurately showed the location of the smithy.
Unable to help them approach, the sound of Ding Ding Dong Dong had already reached Rurik's ears.
After a while, a bearded guy with two hairy arms in a rough leather jacket appeared in front of them.
This person is no one else, but the senior blacksmith Clavasson.
The corner of the old guy's eyes had noticed Rurik coming with a golden ponytail, and his work had not stopped.
Rurik leaned over happily: "I thought I was here, and you would suspend work and say hello to me."
"Oh, my little master, I'm very busy now. You know." Clavasson stared at the sword embryo that was tightly clamped by the pliers, and still had no intention of suspending work.
Rurik looked around and saw that the two long wooden benches in the "ironing workshop" with only a wooden roof ventilated (spring is here, and the wind-shielding wooden boards are taken), five swords have been placed vertically on them. Said they are still sword embryos.
From the naked eye, their length and color are very consistent.
"The swords on your stool, are they about to enter the final stage?" Rurik accosted.
"No. They haven't formed yet. They've just been forged ten times, which is far from the fifty times you asked for. But..." At this time, Kravasson finally suspended his work and grabbed the pliers. , Put the red sword embryo aside and let it cool naturally.
Clavasson took his wooden cup, took a glass of water from a bucket not far away, and drank it quickly.
"Ah! Really comfortable. You know my business, Rurik, I have taken a lot of orders! I am very busy now, and I must try my best to make steel swords. If it is only to cut ordinary iron swords, I find that I only need to forge twenty Basically enough."
"I don't know about this." Rurik was a little surprised, because this Klavasen was obviously cutting corners!
"You understand now. But don't worry, those brothers and I have already tried it. Twenty times of forging is enough. Finally, use grease for the final quenching, and the sword is done."
"The sword completed in this way is still sixty silver coins?"
"Of course." Cravason smiled satisfied, "The price is fixed like this, including those people. Sell a sword, and the six silver coins in it are yours. I don't dare to be greedy for even one silver coin. ."
Rurik already knew that the blacksmiths formed a guild spontaneously, and the technique of making steel swords was also spread by Kravassen.
Technology will die sooner or later. If five professional blacksmiths can do one thing at the same time, the efficiency of producing steel swords will naturally be much higher. Now that Klavasen deliberately saves costs for practicality, the production efficiency of the sword will also be higher.
They have completed nearly fifty orders, and he still has more than two hundred orders to be completed.
Clavasson was very honest in confessing the orders of several other blacksmiths, including himself. Everyone has accumulated as many as 500 orders! To complete them, the blacksmiths believe that even if it is winter, the struggle will continue. These struggles are of course very worthwhile, but that is a huge amount of money!
Rurik estimated that with these orders alone, he should have received three thousand silver coins in the end.
Is it just the production of steel swords? No! Once you understand the benefits of carburizing and quenching, shouldn't you make some steel axes? According to the agreement, any sales of steel axe will also get 10% profit.
Rurik led his own people towards him, and he surrounded his two men around the small stove.
"Kanuf, Fisk, you have all seen it, this is the work of a blacksmith. Burning stones to make weapons."
"So it's like this?" Fisk looked at the beating flame, and watched Clavasson with a white beard. He clamped a sword embryo with tongs and placed it in the fire. Immediately afterwards, Clarvasson, whose son could not help for the time being, personally operated the air bag blower. Every time he compressed air, the flames fiercely rushed up, scaring Fisk back subconsciously.
"Are you scared?" Rurik joked.
"No. This is the first time I have come to the forge. It turns out that our swords are made like this."
"You?" Caravason, who was squatting on the ground and pressing the airbag, frowned and said displeasedly: "Child, I am not making an ordinary sword now. Are you free? Can you come and help me squeeze this? My child Before you become a warrior, you must understand how your sword was born. Listen, you will use the steel sword I made in the future, just like others. Come and help me now."
Fisk thought for a while, he felt that the old guy's words were quite reasonable, and he came up with the work of the blacksmith's assistant.
As for Kanuf, his hands are also itchy.
With the help of two child laborers, Clavasson was able to free his hands and add charcoal to the stove at any time, and his eyes could also observe the flames closely.
Rurik watched the leaping flames with his back on his back, deliberately waiting until Klavasen was busy for a while.
He didn't wait too long, because Clavasson knew very well that Rurik's sudden arrival must explain something, which may be related to that matter.
Clavasson finally suspended his work. After he folded and forged the sword embryo, he directly carburized it in the fire. Now, without the help of a blower, the two children panting and sweating also stood up.
Karavason drank another large glass of water happily, then turned around and asked; "Let's talk, what can I do?"
"That's it! Regarding the great merchant Gould's cup, I think the time has come. I need you to help me make it."
"You think it's okay? But, I don't know how to make it. But if you can point me, it's like pointing me to make a steel sword, I think...I can satisfy you."
The corner of Lurik's mouth gently curled: "Of course, as long as you follow my requirements, you will be able to succeed. I will sell glasses to make money in the future."
Here, Rurik refers to it directly as "boli" instead of "" in the ancient Germanic language.
Boli is glass, which describes a completely transparent substance with a stone-like texture.
However, Kravasson was still silly.
Because the Germanic language is also Latin from the Romans, and the Romans also learned about the making of glassware from the Egyptians and learned this term.
Although Western Rome fell, the craftsmanship of glass making was not cut off.
The Frankish kingdom can still make glassware by itself, such as making some decorative glass gems, or making glassware.
It's just that these utensils are mainly enjoyed by the nobles, and their high prices and narrow markets make it difficult for poor farmers to understand them.
The same is true in Eastern Rome, and all kinds of glassware are still enjoyed by dignitaries.
Therefore, the glassware that has spread to the Nordic world is so rare and the price is ridiculously high.
For this reason, Kravasson has not even seen glass, whether it is "" or "boli", both words are unfamiliar.
Rurik did his best to describe its beauty.
"It uses some special stones and special materials to form a sticky reddish substance like **** in the furnace. Put this mass in a container and press it with another tool to make it. The shape of the quilt.
When it gradually cooled, it became transparent as ice. But such a cup is much harder than ice!
Gould spent a hundred silver coins for a transparent cup, and we didn't ask for too much. As long as we can mass produce and sell it at a price of ten silver coins, this will be fine..."
Rurik tried his best to introduce the beauty of a glass.
He particularly emphasized two points: First, the raw materials of this material are not difficult to obtain, and the production is relatively simple. Second, you can buy at least one ten silver coins.
Undoubtedly, Kravasson attaches great importance to these two things compared to the so-called glass which is still unknown.
Clavasson couldn't help asking: "My little master, this is true. Only a few stones can make a quilt relatively quickly. Can I sell it for ten silver coins?"
"It's true." Rurik pinched his waist confidently. "You just have to do what I said."
With that said, Rürich paused, looked around, and muttered: "It's too late today. You can't collect the raw materials right away, and even if you collect them, we still need some other equipment. Now... ...You find me a plank and give me a piece of carbon."
"Ok."
Soon, a wooden board containing ironing equipment was hugged by Karavassen. He turned its flat back face to Rurik, and handed it a so-called charcoal pen, which was actually a long and thin carbon rod. .
Rurik squatted down and ordered Clavasson to squat in front of him.
He drew it on the wooden board, and he also talked about the details.
From the beginning, text is a kind of picture. Even if it is a pure phonetic phonetic alphabet like the Luenwen of the Nordic counterparts, the source is also the magical modification of ancient Egyptian script.
By drawing the picture, Rurik believed that Kravasson could understand it.
Because what is painted on the board is basically a view of a mold.
Rurik was in his own professional quality and couldn't help drawing three views.
In the final analysis, what he painted is a schematic diagram of a mold system.
Where did Caravason know the three views, but the old guy knew the craftsmanship of bronze casting very well. Just a little bit by Rurik, Caravason was already fully aware of it.
"Rurik, although I basically don't understand your picture, you don't have to worry that I don't understand. You want me to make two special utensils out of bronze, no problem."
Rurik cried for a long time, maybe the old guy in front of him did understand: "Well, you should understand the meaning of these two bronze utensils. If there was a muddy mass at that time, put him in the utensil, and finally it would be possible. It is pressed into the shape of a cup. I also need you to make a wooden frame to fix the upper device to ensure the stability of the press."
Clavasson nodded, "It seems that, in a sense, this is a mortar for pounding onions."
"It's indeed similar. It takes many times to pound onions. As shown in the picture, my appliance only needs one time."
Rurik had drew very clearly on this board. He drew a sketch of a manual punching machine and ordered Karavassen to follow this principle.
Rurik didn't care about the exquisiteness of the so-called suppressing machine.
Exquisite and beautiful machine-made? That is impossible. In the final analysis, what Rurik wants is the finished glassware, even if the glass has a lot of impurities and the regulations are not neat.
Of course, rough machines naturally have great value. In the final analysis, technology is constantly accumulating and developing from generation to generation. Even if there are leaps and bounds of innovation in the process, it is after all generations of people constantly transforming it based on the original machine.
"That's it. Now that you can build the machine as shown, I'm relieved of that. Now please listen carefully to the materials I need."
"Yes." Cravason tensed his nerves. "Raw materials are the most important thing, tell me. I know these are part of Odin's wisdom."
"Hey, count it." Rurik solemnly said: "I want you to prepare four things. First, the pebbles that are as transparent as possible, as well as the sand in the stream. Second, pure white lime. . Third, it’s the ashes, just like boiling salt. I want the crystals in it, but this is the only thing I can ask the priests to do for me. Fourth, I want lead powder."
Clavasson does understand these four substances, including the third type of ashes. He now knows that the precipitate from the melted water of the ashes is the key to making soap.
"Rurik, among these four things, I will collect sand and lime by myself. You can help me get the essence of ashes. As for lead, I have ready-made ones here."
Rurik thought for a while and said, "Well, I can wait. At first I just wanted to do an experiment to prove that I can do it. You don't need to collect so many materials, as long as we succeed, then we try again. Increase production."
"Oh! My child, I really value my old bone." Klavasen laughed haha, "I am a blacksmith, maybe I don't have so much energy to help you make a cup, or something else."
"Of course. Even so, I still need your help. I'm here today to tell you about this. Clavasson, I will be back the day after tomorrow. By that time I hope you have fulfilled my requirements. You must do it as soon as possible. No matter what the result is, I will pay you..." Rurik thought for a while and said casually: "Fifty silver coins!"
"What?! So much money?" Cravason was startled.
"Why? Feel that there is not enough money?"
"No! Enough is enough." Clavasson's excitement was written on his face, and he felt comfortable when he mentioned coins. "This is better than business, the morning after tomorrow. No! By the time the sun goes down tomorrow, you will be big But come to me, I will be successful."
"It's the day after tomorrow. I hope there won't be any problems midway."
Rurik did not stay any longer. He had already informed about all the requirements for glass making, raw materials and processing equipment, and promised a huge sum of money after the event was completed.
Are you really trying to make glass like this?
Once a decision has been made, then one must walk to the end.
Asking himself, Rurik admires his decision.
Many peoples learned the technique of making glass thousands of years ago. The technology of blowing glass came from ancient Egypt two thousand years ago. The technology quickly spread to the Mediterranean coast and was finally carried forward by Rome~www.novelhall.com~ The technology they adopted was still blowing, which is really a technology. Live, if a glass blower is unqualified, he can blow his cheeks to waste.
The Ross people, who have basically never seen glass, can count on a few words of guidance to enable a small group of people to learn to blow glass? It is unrealistic. Even a good attempt, following the hot air flow of the copper pipe recoil, can completely scald the worker's throat, causing people to become dumb.
But another processing method, the technology of pressing glass, is completely implemented.
After all, glass, because of its magical molecular structure, makes people wonder whether it is a liquid or a solid. It does not have a solid-liquid decomposition temperature. When the temperature increases, it starts to become viscous, and finally becomes a hot red paste like ketchup.
A mass of temperature is not too extreme, just like plasticine paste placed in a mold, of course it can be pressed into the desired shape.
Compared with blown glass, this pressing technique is more suitable for making windowpanes and wide-mouth quilts. If the bottle is made industrially, the efficiency of the industrial blowing method is amazing. In later generations, a beverage company's global factories could blow out two million glass bottles a day.
The most critical point is that the process of pressing glass is simple, which is its advantage. To make the glassware quickly, the only thing Rurik thought of was the possibility of rapid realization of this set of pressing methods.
After all, it is still a possibility.
In theory, the possibility of success is very high! Rurik firmly believes that even if purely transparent glass cannot be made, it is enough to make colored translucent goods.
As for the toxicity of leaded glass, Rurik doesn't care. Anyway, the purpose of lead is to lower the melting point. If you use glassware and tableware, of course you can’t use lead glass.
Lurik had a saber hanging on his waist, and there were two entourages behind him. If it weren't for him to be too young, this looks really magnificent.The three of them stepped toward the beach, and the thick smoke from the chimney accurately showed the location of the smithy.Unable to help them approach, the sound of Ding Ding Dong Dong had already reached Rurik's ears.After a while, a bearded guy with two hairy arms in a rough leather jacket appeared in front of them.This person is no one else, but the senior blacksmith Clavasson.The corner of the old guy's eyes had noticed Rurik coming with a golden ponytail, and his work had not stopped.Rurik leaned over happily: "I thought I was here, and you would suspend work and say hello to me.""Oh, my little master, I'm very busy now. You know." Clavasson stared at the sword embryo that was tightly clamped by the pliers, and still had no intention of suspending work.Rurik looked around and saw that the two long wooden benches in the "ironing workshop" with only a wooden roof ventilated spring is here, and the wind-shielding wooden boards are taken, five swords have been placed vertically on them. Said they are still sword embryos.From the naked eye, their length and color are very consistent."The swords on your stool, are they about to enter the final stage?" Rurik accosted."No. They haven't formed yet. They've just been forged ten times, which is far from the fifty times you asked for. But..." At this time, Kravasson finally suspended his work and grabbed the pliers. , Put the red sword embryo aside and let it cool naturally.Clavasson took his wooden cup, took a glass of water from a bucket not far away, and drank it quickly."Ah! Really comfortable. You know my business, Rurik, I have taken a lot of orders! I am very busy now, and I must try my best to make steel swords. If it is only to cut ordinary iron swords, I find that I only need to forge twenty Basically enough.""I don't know about this." Rurik was a little surprised, because this Klavasen was obviously cutting corners!"You understand now. But don't worry, those brothers and I have already tried it. Twenty times of forging is enough. Finally, use grease for the final quenching, and the sword is done.""The sword completed in this way is still sixty silver coins?""Of course." Cravason smiled satisfied, "The price is fixed like this, including those people. Sell a sword, and the six silver coins in it are yours. I don't dare to be greedy for even one silver coin. ."Rurik already knew that the blacksmiths formed a guild spontaneously, and the technique of making steel swords was also spread by Kravassen.Technology will die sooner or later. If five professional blacksmiths can do one thing at the same time, the efficiency of producing steel swords will naturally be much higher. Now that Klavasen deliberately saves costs for practicality, the production efficiency of the sword will also be higher.They have completed nearly fifty orders, and he still has more than two hundred orders to be completed.Clavasson was very honest in confessing the orders of several other blacksmiths, including himself. Everyone has accumulated as many as 500 orders! To complete them, the blacksmiths believe that even if it is winter, the struggle will continue. These struggles are of course very worthwhile, but that is a huge amount of money!Rurik estimated that with these orders alone, he should have received three thousand silver coins in the end.Is it just the production of steel swords? No! Once you understand the benefits of carburizing and quenching, shouldn't you make some steel axes? According to the agreement, any sales of steel axe will also get 10% profit.Rurik led his own people towards him, and he surrounded his two men around the small stove."Kanuf, Fisk, you have all seen it, this is the work of a blacksmith. Burning stones to make weapons.""So it's like this?" Fisk looked at the beating flame, and watched Clavasson with a white beard. He clamped a sword embryo with tongs and placed it in the fire. Immediately afterwards, Clarvasson, whose son could not help for the time being, personally operated the air bag blower. Every time he compressed air, the flames fiercely rushed up, scaring Fisk back subconsciously."Are you scared?" Rurik joked."No. This is the first time I have come to the forge. It turns out that our swords are made like this.""You?" Caravason, who was squatting on the ground and pressing the airbag, frowned and said displeasedly: "Child, I am not making an ordinary sword now. Are you free? Can you come and help me squeeze this? My child Before you become a warrior, you must understand how your sword was born. Listen, you will use the steel sword I made in the future, just like others. Come and help me now."Fisk thought for a while, he felt that the old guy's words were quite reasonable, and he came up with the work of the blacksmith's assistant.As for Kanuf, his hands are also itchy.With the help of two child laborers, Clavasson was able to free his hands and add charcoal to the stove at any time, and his eyes could also observe the flames closely.Rurik watched the leaping flames with his back on his back, deliberately waiting until Klavasen was busy for a while.He didn't wait too long, because Clavasson knew very well that Rurik's sudden arrival must explain something, which may be related to that matter.Clavasson finally suspended his work. After he folded and forged the sword embryo, he directly carburized it in the fire. Now, without the help of a blower, the two children panting and sweating also stood up.Karavason drank another large glass of water happily, then turned around and asked; "Let's talk, what can I do?""That's it! Regarding the great merchant Gould's cup, I think the time has come. I need you to help me make it.""You think it's okay? But, I don't know how to make it. But if you can point me, it's like pointing me to make a steel sword, I think...I can satisfy you."The corner of Lurik's mouth gently curled: "Of course, as long as you follow my requirements, you will be able to succeed. I will sell glasses to make money in the future."Here, Rurik refers to it directly as "boli" instead of "" in the ancient Germanic language.Boli is glass, which describes a completely transparent substance with a stone-like texture.However, Kravasson was still silly.Because the Germanic language is also Latin from the Romans, and the Romans also learned about the making of glassware from the Egyptians and learned this term.Although Western Rome fell, the craftsmanship of glass making was not cut off.The Frankish kingdom can still make glassware by itself, such as making some decorative glass gems, or making glassware.It's just that these utensils are mainly enjoyed by the nobles, and their high prices and narrow markets make it difficult for poor farmers to understand them.The same is true in Eastern Rome, and all kinds of glassware are still enjoyed by dignitaries.Therefore, the glassware that has spread to the Nordic world is so rare and the price is ridiculously high.For this reason, Kravasson has not even seen glass, whether it is "" or "boli", both words are unfamiliar.Rurik did his best to describe its beauty."It uses some special stones and special materials to form a sticky reddish substance like **** in the furnace. Put this mass in a container and press it with another tool to make it. The shape of the quilt.When it gradually cooled, it became transparent as ice. But such a cup is much harder than ice!Gould spent a hundred silver coins for a transparent cup, and we didn't ask for too much. As long as we can mass produce and sell it at a price of ten silver coins, this will be fine..."Rurik tried his best to introduce the beauty of a glass.He particularly emphasized two points: First, the raw materials of this material are not difficult to obtain, and the production is relatively simple. Second, you can buy at least one ten silver coins.Undoubtedly, Kravasson attaches great importance to these two things compared to the so-called glass which is still unknown.Clavasson couldn't help asking: "My little master, this is true. Only a few stones can make a quilt relatively quickly. Can I sell it for ten silver coins?""It's true." Rurik pinched his waist confidently. "You just have to do what I said."With that said, Rrich paused, looked around, and muttered: "It's too late today. You can't collect the raw materials right away, and even if you collect them, we still need some other equipment. Now... ...You find me a plank and give me a piece of carbon.""Ok."Soon, a wooden board containing ironing equipment was hugged by Karavassen. He turned its flat back face to Rurik, and handed it a so-called charcoal pen, which was actually a long and thin carbon rod. .Rurik squatted down and ordered Clavasson to squat in front of him.He drew it on the wooden board, and he also talked about the details.From the beginning, text is a kind of picture. Even if it is a pure phonetic phonetic alphabet like the Luenwen of the Nordic counterparts, the source is also the magical modification of ancient Egyptian script.By drawing the picture, Rurik believed that Kravasson could understand it.Because what is painted on the board is basically a view of a mold.Rurik was in his own professional quality and couldn't help drawing three views.In the final analysis, what he painted is a schematic diagram of a mold system.Where did Caravason know the three views, but the old guy knew the craftsmanship of bronze casting very well. Just a little bit by Rurik, Caravason was already fully aware of it."Rurik, although I basically don't understand your picture, you don't have to worry that I don't understand. You want me to make two special utensils out of bronze, no problem."Rurik cried for a long time, maybe the old guy in front of him did understand: "Well, you should understand the meaning of these two bronze utensils. If there was a muddy mass at that time, put him in the utensil, and finally it would be possible. It is pressed into the shape of a cup. I also need you to make a wooden frame to fix the upper device to ensure the stability of the press."Clavasson nodded, "It seems that, in a sense, this is a mortar for pounding onions.""It's indeed similar. It takes many times to pound onions. As shown in the picture, my appliance only needs one time."Rurik had drew very clearly on this board. He drew a sketch of a manual punching machine and ordered Karavassen to follow this principle.Rurik didn't care about the exquisiteness of the so-called suppressing machine.Exquisite and beautiful machine-made? That is impossible. In the final analysis, what Rurik wants is the finished glassware, even if the glass has a lot of impurities and the regulations are not neat.Of course, rough machines naturally have great value. In the final analysis, technology is constantly accumulating and developing from generation to generation. Even if there are leaps and bounds of innovation in the process, it is after all generations of people constantly transforming it based on the original machine."That's it. Now that you can build the machine as shown, I'm relieved of that. Now please listen carefully to the materials I need.""Yes." Cravason tensed his nerves. "Raw materials are the most important thing, tell me. I know these are part of Odin's wisdom.""Hey, count it." Rurik solemnly said: "I want you to prepare four things. First, the pebbles that are as transparent as possible, as well as the sand in the stream. Second, pure white lime. . Third, it's the ashes, just like boiling salt. I want the crystals in it, but this is the only thing I can ask the priests to do for me. Fourth, I want lead powder."Clavasson does understand these four substances, including the third type of ashes. He now knows that the precipitate from the melted water of the ashes is the key to making soap."Rurik, among these four things, I will collect sand and lime by myself. You can help me get the essence of ashes. As for lead, I have ready-made ones here."Rurik thought for a while and said, "Well, I can wait. At first I just wanted to do an experiment to prove that I can do it. You don't need to collect so many materials, as long as we succeed, then we try again. Increase production.""Oh! My child, I really value my old bone." Klavasen laughed haha, "I am a blacksmith, maybe I don't have so much energy to help you make a cup, or something else.""Of course. Even so, I still need your help. I'm here today to tell you about this. Clavasson, I will be back the day after tomorrow. By that time I hope you have fulfilled my requirements. You must do it as soon as possible. No matter what the result is, I will pay you..." Rurik thought for a while and said casually: "Fifty silver coins!""What?! So much money?" Cravason was startled."Why? Feel that there is not enough money?""No! Enough is enough." Clavasson's excitement was written on his face, and he felt comfortable when he mentioned coins. "This is better than business, the morning after tomorrow. No! By the time the sun goes down tomorrow, you will be big But come to me, I will be successful.""It's the day after tomorrow. I hope there won't be any problems midway."Rurik did not stay any longer. He had already informed about all the requirements for glass making, raw materials and processing equipment, and promised a huge sum of money after the event was completed.Are you really trying to make glass like this?Once a decision has been made, then one must walk to the end.Asking himself, Rurik admires his decision.Many peoples learned the technique of making glass thousands of years ago. The technology of blowing glass came from ancient Egypt two thousand years ago. The technology quickly spread to the Mediterranean coast and was finally carried forward by Rome~www.novelhall.com~ The technology they adopted was still blowing, which is really a technology. Live, if a glass blower is unqualified, he can blow his cheeks to waste.The Ross people, who have basically never seen glass, can count on a few words of guidance to enable a small group of people to learn to blow glass? It is unrealistic. Even a good attempt, following the hot air flow of the copper pipe recoil, can completely scald the worker's throat, causing people to become dumb.But another processing method, the technology of pressing glass, is completely implemented.After all, glass, because of its magical molecular structure, makes people wonder whether it is a liquid or a solid. It does not have a solid-liquid decomposition temperature. When the temperature increases, it starts to become viscous, and finally becomes a hot red paste like ketchup.A mass of temperature is not too extreme, just like plasticine paste placed in a mold, of course it can be pressed into the desired shape.Compared with blown glass, this pressing technique is more suitable for making windowpanes and wide-mouth quilts. If the bottle is made industrially, the efficiency of the industrial blowing method is amazing. In later generations, a beverage company's global factories could blow out two million glass bottles a day.The most critical point is that the process of pressing glass is simple, which is its advantage. To make the glassware quickly, the only thing Rurik thought of was the possibility of rapid realization of this set of pressing methods.After all, it is still a possibility.In theory, the possibility of success is very high! Rurik firmly believes that even if purely transparent glass cannot be made, it is enough to make colored translucent goods.As for the toxicity of leaded glass, Rurik doesn't care. Anyway, the purpose of lead is to lower the melting point. If you use glassware and tableware, of course you can't use lead glass.
