Chapter 314: What is gushing out of the furnace is actually magma
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In the evening, eleven boys, led by Kamnier, came back breathlessly carrying a rattan basket. The first thing they did when they came back was to look for dried fish belly.
At the same time, Rurik had been with Lilia, who was holding his stomach.
Now that the old man has arranged a marriage contract, Lurik has naturally become Lilia's brother-in-law. According to the tradition of the region, she should be called her sister directly. In this relatively thin-minded community, Lilia always regards Rülik as her younger brother, and she can talk to a boy who can speak ancient Slavic more fluently.
Lilia does have something to leave Rick to give a suggestion.
Relying on the stepladder handle of the Novgorod-style wooden house of the blacksmith's family, the two looked sideways at the small stove in the blacksmith's shed under the soft sunset light and the huge stove that had just built the canopy.
"It's really a big stove, you see, Kawei throws ore into it before the fire is lit. Isn't it a little haste?"
"I'm afraid he can't wait." Rurik shrugged.
"My dear, I still want to hear about you in the north. Also, Kawei..."
After all, it is a couple. Although Lilia is only seventeen years old now, caring about her husband has become an instinctive reaction.
"What happened to him at Fort Elon Orava? What can you do? I arrange for him to strike iron every day. There is nothing else to do except this."
"Oh! I am very worried about him. I am relieved to see that he is okay. The stove is really too big. I am really afraid that he will..."
"Get burned? Oh, the blacksmith always takes risks."
However, Lilia was not referring to the risk of being burned: "Ruriek, I know that when the stove was being made, the kid from Kamni himself got into the refractory ore. You know what I'm worried about, if the stove burns. , Once you accidentally fall in, just..."
"what!"
Lilia looked at Rurik’s eyes immediately: “It’s so dangerous! He said he must use tongs to catch the smelted iron ore. He is risking his life, but I can’t stop him. Rurik, maybe they What I am doing now is the best smelting method, but I still hope you do something."
"What to do? Oh, I do do something." As he said, Rurik continued to look at the flames from the tall stove: "Lilyka, I've been thinking of a brand new stove, one that everyone can do. A stove I’ve never seen before."
"Then do it! I just want my child not to lose his father because of an accident."
Lilia’s words reminded Rurik of many things. Steelmaking in any era is a dangerous thing, and if a steelworker has an accident at work, it might be a violent death. Steelmaking itself is accompanied by huge risks, but steel is the foundation of the underlying material for the development of human science and technology. What's more, for the Ross tribe, Rurik deliberately makes his tribe a powerful existence with huge amounts of steel.
Rurik settled down: "Lilia, I think your husband is touching a field he has never seen before."
"what is that?"
"Let's wait and see."
Lilica barely squeezed out a smile, and continued to caress her huge belly: "My hometown's White Tree Manor has got your ironware, and life will definitely become better. Now the little blacksmith in my stomach is about to be born, Rurik , You are my child's uncle."
uncle? It should be more appropriate to call my uncle! After all, her younger sister, Svetlana, is the wife of the old man.
When Rurik thought, they usually used the same word to describe uncles, uncles, uncles, adoptive fathers and even uncles.
"Oh, that's a good thing, I hope you can give birth to a boy."
"Of course it's a boy, and I hope he will become a blacksmith. Rurik, give him a name."
Rurik was sure that Lilia was not joking, and he had to take it seriously.
Looking at Lilia's face, Rurik thought of the essence of her pure-blooded hairy girl.
She is a pure Irmen Slav in various senses. Since she is a Slav, she has to take a proper name.
"Just call him Alexander."
"Huh? What's that name?" Lilia looked blank.
"You do not understand?"
"Why would I understand?"
Looking at her blank face, Rurik realized that this vocabulary actually came from the Greek language, or the vocabulary from the Roman world, really made her, a Slav, unfamiliar. After thinking about it, Rurik realized that the so-called large number of common names of Russians actually came from two main sources, one is the biblical characters, and the other is the common names of the Eastern Romans. After all, the East Slavs in history are big fans of East Rome.
I thought that Lilia only wanted her unborn son to be a blacksmith, so the name was easy to pick.
"Since you are a blacksmith, call him a blacksmith. Call him Kuznetsov."
The meaning of this name is self-evident, Lilia instantly understood, nodded involuntarily, and continued to caress her belly and muttered: "This name is not bad, then I will give him another vocabulary."
"What vocabulary?"
"It's honour. It's called Kuznetslav."
Hearing it, Rurik understood its meaning instantly, the so-called "honorable blacksmith".
Lilia continued to stroke her belly, murmured: "Kuja (Kuznetslav's nickname), you have your own name. You will become the best blacksmith."
Can a child who has not yet been born really become the best blacksmith?
Rurik was willing to believe that the child would be a boy. He looked sideways at Kawei who was still standing on a high place dumping ore, and he trusted Lilia's expectations more and more.
Besides, in terms of seniority, he will also be the uncle of this child in the future.
A torch was thrown into the big stove, and Kawei strode down on the high platform.
At this moment, Klavasen, who was already squatting at the bladder blower, was already fully prepared.
"Dad! Start!"
"Good Le!"
Clavasson is always strong, he is struggling to press down the skin, and a strong airflow is injected into the hearth along the blow hole. Thanks to the large amount of air coming in, the burning torch started to ignite the charcoal block. So far, a long smelting kicked off.
According to the plan of the Cravason and his sons, after the completion of the new furnace, all the northern ore will be initially smelted, which is the so-called smelting of sponge iron.
Even with a small furnace, the smelting process takes a lot of time. Today, it takes more time to serve a big stove, just to bake it to the scorching heat.
Compared to other craftsmen, the blacksmith is probably the most patient. Because of their enthusiasm for work, just forging sponge iron, they need to hold a hammer and sweat like rain for a long time. Want quick success? Do not! When the sponge iron full of holes is smashed into an iron ingot, the frequency of beating may be fixed, even if it is forged with a waterwheel, the frequency of forging has not been reduced.
Use one word to describe the next thing, that is boring.
Do you want to continue watching the show?
No, there is nothing good about it anymore.
Orange flames continued to spray from the mouth of the furnace. Both Rurik and Kawei knew that this flame color could only indicate that the furnace temperature was too low.
Clavasson has rich experience, and now he has learned from Rurik that "combustion is a process of violent chemical reaction", and flame is an assessment of the severity of the reaction.
Only when the sprayed color became bright yellow and burned for at least another afternoon in this state, Clavason could still be sure that all the ore in the furnace was burned into sponge iron in a package.
Rurik went back with respect for the future.
He rushed to the blacksmith's shop early in the morning, and he saw that there were seven or eight-year-old blacksmith apprentices who were holding large amounts of dry charcoal and throwing them at the mouth of the orange flames. There were other children in Kamnière. Under the command of, they played with the bladder blower together, and every time they pressed, the flame became more heated.
Rurik had a face-to-face meeting with Kawei, who was checking the stove early, and only then learned one thing.
In order to take care of the biggest stove he had in his life, Clavasson's spirit seemed to be twenty years younger, and he became an energetic man. He felt that he was full of power, so throughout the night, this old guy kept throwing charcoal into the stove based on the principle that the stove could not be extinguished.
"Kawei, maybe you should stop him. Klavasen is getting older, and his excessive desperation will kill him." Rurik said directly, Kawei shrugged and was not angry.
"I want to stop him, but smelting is his lifelong pursuit."
"What about your father?"
"He's exhausted! He drank some alcohol before going to bed. He was in good condition. I will take over the next job."
"Okay." Rurik continued to look at the stove, feeling regretful: "It seems that it will take you a while, obviously there are still many swords to build, and..."
"Crossbow?" Cavy smiled.
"Yes. To have a new crossbow, to have a new arrow, these require you to provide the most basic steel."
"So you are worried that I will delay production? Your worries are superfluous." Kawei faced his giant stove and opened his arms almost as thick as his thighs: "This is the largest stove. We threw in ten yesterday. The ore of the old furnace. It can smelt ten times the sponge iron in one go! As long as I succeed this time, I will throw in twenty times the ore the next time. Our production capacity will be greatly increased!"
The truth is this truth, and Rurik is indeed gratified, but there are even greater regrets in his heart. He muttered to himself: "Well, I knew that you would make a giant furnace when you came back. You told me earlier, wouldn't it be better for us to design a blast furnace together."
For a whole day, everything about the Cravason father and son, and even all the blacksmith apprentices, revolved around the huge fire-breathing furnace.
In order to avoid accidental danger, the canopy of the stove was dismantled.
In order to ensure that the furnace continues to burn, during the daytime, the entire tribe’s charcoal-burners stock up on the Cravason’s house. In order to increase their enthusiasm, Kawei also spread a statement: The Cravason family is willing to buy charcoal at a high price.
Everyone is profit-seeking, and Kawei also talks about credit.
There is no shortage of high-quality fuel for the stove, but the so-called fuel is almost always charcoal fired with pine trees, which is three times the calorific value of pine branches, and the peculiar smell after burning is quite unpleasant.
The calorific value of the fuel has reached 33 megajoules per kilogram. As long as the charcoal can be fully burned under high oxygen conditions, as long as the furnace's temperature-locking ability is qualified, the hot sponge iron will react with the charcoal and become Kawei’s never seen before. What Rurik wanted most.
Rurik didn't know what kind of chrome ore could be burnt by Kawei's new huge furnace, and he couldn't judge how high temperature the hurriedly built furnace could keep.
He continued to pay attention to the work of the blacksmith, and the never-ending tongue of the huge stove became a talk of tribal residents, and attracted a large number of slightly leisurely people to stop and watch.
Among the onlookers, there were also the ten visitors who received good treatment in the port of Narvik.
Mordgen of Balmerk and his nine brothers, they also marveled at the huge settlement of the Ross tribe, the large number of ships in the fjord, and the Rurik of Ross actually controlled the young boys and girls of the whole tribe. .
They marveled at these things, until they watched a fire dragon drilled out of the huge furnace in amazement, they realized that their understanding of the Ross people was still pure as a white cloth.
The whole tribe hoped that the Cravasons could smelt something interesting.
The ordinary life has important information. Some people think that they throw in a lot of ore. The result is that the blacksmith can build more swords, so that everyone does not have to queue up, and the price of the sword will also decrease.
There are also people who have a little understanding of smelting. They use their associations and begin to speculate that perhaps a huge furnace can melt iron ore into water like copper ore.
Many people think this is nonsense, but it is the other blacksmith families in the tribe. They watched the feats of the Clavasson family with enthusiasm and had to pay attention to the legend of "direct smelting of molten iron". Youdao is a trio of tigers, and they have to think about it. In addition, more realistic factors force them to pay special attention.
It is like smelting bronze, a small furnace uses the ore in a clay crucible to melt into bronze water for casting.
how is it…
If Kravasson's level can melt iron ore, not to mention what a miracle this is. As long as he succeeds, the huge iron output is enough to make his family a supporting role in the tribal blacksmith industry.
Lack of entertainment, life is indifferent, and the rumors about blacksmiths are well known in the city that has been busy day and night.
Rurik had to sigh that someone was terrible, and of course he was even more looking forward to what the Clavasson stove could produce.
From the evening of the first day, when the fire started, until Clavasson felt that the time was ripe for baking, more than forty hours had passed.
It was noon on the third day after the ignition, and the plan was to turn off the fire.
What a great moment! At least two thousand people gathered spontaneously at Kravasson's house, and hundreds of people even climbed high to see what happened, relying on their good eyesight.
Rurik stood in the best position. He was in the forefront of the crowd, witnessing Kawei carrying the specially-made giant tongs, climbing the high steps with unstoppable bravery.
"You, are you trying to pinch the sponge iron out of the stove so violently? What a lunatic!"
It was seen that Kawei was stunned by putting on a simple-made leather mask, with dripping linen covering his entire head, it seemed that he was going to fight the heat.
The whole work is full of danger, and it is also very stupid. Taking out the finished product after smelting actually requires craftsmen to risk their lives to take it.
In full view, Clavasson's roar attracted the attention of the onlookers.
"People! Be careful! The **** that can burn people with nothing left is coming out!"
slag? Cravason actually used the combination of "ore waste" to describe slag.
Most people of the tribe have no interest in smelting iron, so naturally they don't know anything about the name, even if they live in the same huge settlement as the blacksmith.
Behind Rurik are his close friends and his concubines. In line with the principle of long-sightedness, including Carlotta, Ella, and Seporava, who seem to be very weak girls, were ordered by Rurik to watch the masterpieces of the blacksmith.
Cravason finished speaking what almost no one understood, and then took one of his iron chisels, walked into the pre-closed **** outlet, and began to work hard to dig the weak point of the furnace.
Carlotta was a little nervous: "Liurik, what will happen next? That man is destroying the stove. Could it be that he wants to tear down the stove? In my hometown, the blacksmith is indeed tearing down the stove."
Rurik immediately understood what the girl Carlotta meant. Yes, the exchanges between Rurik and Kravassen learned that the only way for the Ross people to smelt was to dismantle the furnace to get sponge iron. As for the reuse of furnaces, Actually, there are not many years and months.
"I don't know what happened, I can only tell you that he didn't destroy the stove."
Carlotta didn't speak any more, until he saw Clavasson jump up suddenly, an amazing scene happened!
I saw a lot of dark red things gushing out, because of the pressure, the gushing speed was quite fast.
It was as viscous as summer honey, and as freshly made yogurt, but that thing was obviously full of danger.
Sister Carlotta subconsciously grabbed Ric's two arms.
And Sepolawa simply hugged her brother Telavis' waist and hid behind her.
"Are you scared?"
"Yes...a little bit. It feels very dangerous." Carlotta said weakly. At the same time, the whole scene made an amazing cry because people had seen everything that had never been done before.
What did you guys see? It's actually slag
If a very appropriate thing is used to describe the current slag, is there a better term than magma?
The composition of **** is almost silicate. Does it make sense that it is not magma? !
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
In the evening, eleven boys, led by Kamnier, came back breathlessly carrying a rattan basket. The first thing they did when they came back was to look for dried fish belly.
At the same time, Rurik had been with Lilia, who was holding his stomach.
Now that the old man has arranged a marriage contract, Lurik has naturally become Lilia's brother-in-law. According to the tradition of the region, she should be called her sister directly. In this relatively thin-minded community, Lilia always regards Rülik as her younger brother, and she can talk to a boy who can speak ancient Slavic more fluently.
Lilia does have something to leave Rick to give a suggestion.
Relying on the stepladder handle of the Novgorod-style wooden house of the blacksmith's family, the two looked sideways at the small stove in the blacksmith's shed under the soft sunset light and the huge stove that had just built the canopy.
"It's really a big stove, you see, Kawei throws ore into it before the fire is lit. Isn't it a little haste?"
"I'm afraid he can't wait." Rurik shrugged.
"My dear, I still want to hear about you in the north. Also, Kawei..."
After all, it is a couple. Although Lilia is only seventeen years old now, caring about her husband has become an instinctive reaction.
"What happened to him at Fort Elon Orava? What can you do? I arrange for him to strike iron every day. There is nothing else to do except this."
"Oh! I am very worried about him. I am relieved to see that he is okay. The stove is really too big. I am really afraid that he will..."
"Get burned? Oh, the blacksmith always takes risks."
However, Lilia was not referring to the risk of being burned: "Ruriek, I know that when the stove was being made, the kid from Kamni himself got into the refractory ore. You know what I'm worried about, if the stove burns. , Once you accidentally fall in, just..."
"what!"
Lilia looked at Rurik’s eyes immediately: “It’s so dangerous! He said he must use tongs to catch the smelted iron ore. He is risking his life, but I can’t stop him. Rurik, maybe they What I am doing now is the best smelting method, but I still hope you do something."
"What to do? Oh, I do do something." As he said, Rurik continued to look at the flames from the tall stove: "Lilyka, I've been thinking of a brand new stove, one that everyone can do. A stove I’ve never seen before."
"Then do it! I just want my child not to lose his father because of an accident."
Lilia’s words reminded Rurik of many things. Steelmaking in any era is a dangerous thing, and if a steelworker has an accident at work, it might be a violent death. Steelmaking itself is accompanied by huge risks, but steel is the foundation of the underlying material for the development of human science and technology. What's more, for the Ross tribe, Rurik deliberately makes his tribe a powerful existence with huge amounts of steel.
Rurik settled down: "Lilia, I think your husband is touching a field he has never seen before."
"what is that?"
"Let's wait and see."
Lilica barely squeezed out a smile, and continued to caress her huge belly: "My hometown's White Tree Manor has got your ironware, and life will definitely become better. Now the little blacksmith in my stomach is about to be born, Rurik , You are my child's uncle."
uncle? It should be more appropriate to call my uncle! After all, her younger sister, Svetlana, is the wife of the old man.
When Rurik thought, they usually used the same word to describe uncles, uncles, uncles, adoptive fathers and even uncles.
"Oh, that's a good thing, I hope you can give birth to a boy."
"Of course it's a boy, and I hope he will become a blacksmith. Rurik, give him a name."
Rurik was sure that Lilia was not joking, and he had to take it seriously.
Looking at Lilia's face, Rurik thought of the essence of her pure-blooded hairy girl.
She is a pure Irmen Slav in various senses. Since she is a Slav, she has to take a proper name.
"Just call him Alexander."
"Huh? What's that name?" Lilia looked blank.
"You do not understand?"
"Why would I understand?"
Looking at her blank face, Rurik realized that this vocabulary actually came from the Greek language, or the vocabulary from the Roman world, really made her, a Slav, unfamiliar. After thinking about it, Rurik realized that the so-called large number of common names of Russians actually came from two main sources, one is the biblical characters, and the other is the common names of the Eastern Romans. After all, the East Slavs in history are big fans of East Rome.
I thought that Lilia only wanted her unborn son to be a blacksmith, so the name was easy to pick.
"Since you are a blacksmith, call him a blacksmith. Call him Kuznetsov."
The meaning of this name is self-evident, Lilia instantly understood, nodded involuntarily, and continued to caress her belly and muttered: "This name is not bad, then I will give him another vocabulary."
"What vocabulary?"
"It's honour. It's called Kuznetslav."
Hearing it, Rurik understood its meaning instantly, the so-called "honorable blacksmith".
Lilia continued to stroke her belly, murmured: "Kuja (Kuznetslav's nickname), you have your own name. You will become the best blacksmith."
Can a child who has not yet been born really become the best blacksmith?
Rurik was willing to believe that the child would be a boy. He looked sideways at Kawei who was still standing on a high place dumping ore, and he trusted Lilia's expectations more and more.
Besides, in terms of seniority, he will also be the uncle of this child in the future.
A torch was thrown into the big stove, and Kawei strode down on the high platform.
At this moment, Klavasen, who was already squatting at the bladder blower, was already fully prepared.
"Dad! Start!"
"Good Le!"
Clavasson is always strong, he is struggling to press down the skin, and a strong airflow is injected into the hearth along the blow hole. Thanks to the large amount of air coming in, the burning torch started to ignite the charcoal block. So far, a long smelting kicked off.
According to the plan of the Cravason and his sons, after the completion of the new furnace, all the northern ore will be initially smelted, which is the so-called smelting of sponge iron.
Even with a small furnace, the smelting process takes a lot of time. Today, it takes more time to serve a big stove, just to bake it to the scorching heat.
Compared to other craftsmen, the blacksmith is probably the most patient. Because of their enthusiasm for work, just forging sponge iron, they need to hold a hammer and sweat like rain for a long time. Want quick success? Do not! When the sponge iron full of holes is smashed into an iron ingot, the frequency of beating may be fixed, even if it is forged with a waterwheel, the frequency of forging has not been reduced.
Use one word to describe the next thing, that is boring.
Do you want to continue watching the show?
No, there is nothing good about it anymore.
Orange flames continued to spray from the mouth of the furnace. Both Rurik and Kawei knew that this flame color could only indicate that the furnace temperature was too low.
Clavasson has rich experience, and now he has learned from Rurik that "combustion is a process of violent chemical reaction", and flame is an assessment of the severity of the reaction.
Only when the sprayed color became bright yellow and burned for at least another afternoon in this state, Clavason could still be sure that all the ore in the furnace was burned into sponge iron in a package.
Rurik went back with respect for the future.
He rushed to the blacksmith's shop early in the morning, and he saw that there were seven or eight-year-old blacksmith apprentices who were holding large amounts of dry charcoal and throwing them at the mouth of the orange flames. There were other children in Kamnière. Under the command of, they played with the bladder blower together, and every time they pressed, the flame became more heated.
Rurik had a face-to-face meeting with Kawei, who was checking the stove early, and only then learned one thing.
In order to take care of the biggest stove he had in his life, Clavasson's spirit seemed to be twenty years younger, and he became an energetic man. He felt that he was full of power, so throughout the night, this old guy kept throwing charcoal into the stove based on the principle that the stove could not be extinguished.
"Kawei, maybe you should stop him. Klavasen is getting older, and his excessive desperation will kill him." Rurik said directly, Kawei shrugged and was not angry.
"I want to stop him, but smelting is his lifelong pursuit."
"What about your father?"
"He's exhausted! He drank some alcohol before going to bed. He was in good condition. I will take over the next job."
"Okay." Rurik continued to look at the stove, feeling regretful: "It seems that it will take you a while, obviously there are still many swords to build, and..."
"Crossbow?" Cavy smiled.
"Yes. To have a new crossbow, to have a new arrow, these require you to provide the most basic steel."
"So you are worried that I will delay production? Your worries are superfluous." Kawei faced his giant stove and opened his arms almost as thick as his thighs: "This is the largest stove. We threw in ten yesterday. The ore of the old furnace. It can smelt ten times the sponge iron in one go! As long as I succeed this time, I will throw in twenty times the ore the next time. Our production capacity will be greatly increased!"
The truth is this truth, and Rurik is indeed gratified, but there are even greater regrets in his heart. He muttered to himself: "Well, I knew that you would make a giant furnace when you came back. You told me earlier, wouldn't it be better for us to design a blast furnace together."
For a whole day, everything about the Cravason father and son, and even all the blacksmith apprentices, revolved around the huge fire-breathing furnace.
In order to avoid accidental danger, the canopy of the stove was dismantled.
In order to ensure that the furnace continues to burn, during the daytime, the entire tribe’s charcoal-burners stock up on the Cravason’s house. In order to increase their enthusiasm, Kawei also spread a statement: The Cravason family is willing to buy charcoal at a high price.
Everyone is profit-seeking, and Kawei also talks about credit.
There is no shortage of high-quality fuel for the stove, but the so-called fuel is almost always charcoal fired with pine trees, which is three times the calorific value of pine branches, and the peculiar smell after burning is quite unpleasant.
The calorific value of the fuel has reached 33 megajoules per kilogram. As long as the charcoal can be fully burned under high oxygen conditions, as long as the furnace's temperature-locking ability is qualified, the hot sponge iron will react with the charcoal and become Kawei’s never seen before. What Rurik wanted most.
Rurik didn't know what kind of chrome ore could be burnt by Kawei's new huge furnace, and he couldn't judge how high temperature the hurriedly built furnace could keep.
He continued to pay attention to the work of the blacksmith, and the never-ending tongue of the huge stove became a talk of tribal residents, and attracted a large number of slightly leisurely people to stop and watch.
Among the onlookers, there were also the ten visitors who received good treatment in the port of Narvik.
Mordgen of Balmerk and his nine brothers, they also marveled at the huge settlement of the Ross tribe, the large number of ships in the fjord, and the Rurik of Ross actually controlled the young boys and girls of the whole tribe. .
They marveled at these things, until they watched a fire dragon drilled out of the huge furnace in amazement, they realized that their understanding of the Ross people was still pure as a white cloth.
The whole tribe hoped that the Cravasons could smelt something interesting.
The ordinary life has important information. Some people think that they throw in a lot of ore. The result is that the blacksmith can build more swords, so that everyone does not have to queue up, and the price of the sword will also decrease.
There are also people who have a little understanding of smelting. They use their associations and begin to speculate that perhaps a huge furnace can melt iron ore into water like copper ore.
Many people think this is nonsense, but it is the other blacksmith families in the tribe. They watched the feats of the Clavasson family with enthusiasm and had to pay attention to the legend of "direct smelting of molten iron". Youdao is a trio of tigers, and they have to think about it. In addition, more realistic factors force them to pay special attention.
It is like smelting bronze, a small furnace uses the ore in a clay crucible to melt into bronze water for casting.
how is it…
If Kravasson's level can melt iron ore, not to mention what a miracle this is. As long as he succeeds, the huge iron output is enough to make his family a supporting role in the tribal blacksmith industry.
Lack of entertainment, life is indifferent, and the rumors about blacksmiths are well known in the city that has been busy day and night.
Rurik had to sigh that someone was terrible, and of course he was even more looking forward to what the Clavasson stove could produce.
From the evening of the first day, when the fire started, until Clavasson felt that the time was ripe for baking, more than forty hours had passed.
It was noon on the third day after the ignition, and the plan was to turn off the fire.
What a great moment! At least two thousand people gathered spontaneously at Kravasson's house, and hundreds of people even climbed high to see what happened, relying on their good eyesight.
Rurik stood in the best position. He was in the forefront of the crowd, witnessing Kawei carrying the specially-made giant tongs, climbing the high steps with unstoppable bravery.
"You, are you trying to pinch the sponge iron out of the stove so violently? What a lunatic!"
It was seen that Kawei was stunned by putting on a simple-made leather mask, with dripping linen covering his entire head, it seemed that he was going to fight the heat.
The whole work is full of danger, and it is also very stupid. Taking out the finished product after smelting actually requires craftsmen to risk their lives to take it.
In full view, Clavasson's roar attracted the attention of the onlookers.
"People! Be careful! The **** that can burn people with nothing left is coming out!"
slag? Cravason actually used the combination of "ore waste" to describe slag.
Most people of the tribe have no interest in smelting iron, so naturally they don't know anything about the name, even if they live in the same huge settlement as the blacksmith.
Behind Rurik are his close friends and his concubines. In line with the principle of long-sightedness, including Carlotta, Ella, and Seporava, who seem to be very weak girls, were ordered by Rurik to watch the masterpieces of the blacksmith.
Cravason finished speaking what almost no one understood, and then took one of his iron chisels, walked into the pre-closed **** outlet, and began to work hard to dig the weak point of the furnace.
Carlotta was a little nervous: "Liurik, what will happen next? That man is destroying the stove. Could it be that he wants to tear down the stove? In my hometown, the blacksmith is indeed tearing down the stove."
Rurik immediately understood what the girl Carlotta meant. Yes, the exchanges between Rurik and Kravassen learned that the only way for the Ross people to smelt was to dismantle the furnace to get sponge iron. As for the reuse of furnaces, Actually, there are not many years and months.
"I don't know what happened, I can only tell you that he didn't destroy the stove."
Carlotta didn't speak any more, until he saw Clavasson jump up suddenly, an amazing scene happened!
I saw a lot of dark red things gushing out, because of the pressure, the gushing speed was quite fast.
It was as viscous as summer honey, and as freshly made yogurt, but that thing was obviously full of danger.
Sister Carlotta subconsciously grabbed Ric's two arms.
And Sepolawa simply hugged her brother Telavis' waist and hid behind her.
"Are you scared?"
"Yes...a little bit. It feels very dangerous." Carlotta said weakly. At the same time, the whole scene made an amazing cry because people had seen everything that had never been done before.
What did you guys see? It's actually slag
If a very appropriate thing is used to describe the current slag, is there a better term than magma?
The composition of **** is almost silicate. Does it make sense that it is not magma? !
In the evening, eleven boys, led by Kamnier, came back breathlessly carrying a rattan basket. The first thing they did when they came back was to look for dried fish belly.At the same time, Rurik had been with Lilia, who was holding his stomach.Now that the old man has arranged a marriage contract, Lurik has naturally become Lilia's brother-in-law. According to the tradition of the region, she should be called her sister directly. In this relatively thin-minded community, Lilia always regards Rlik as her younger brother, and she can talk to a boy who can speak ancient Slavic more fluently.Lilia does have something to leave Rick to give a suggestion.Relying on the stepladder handle of the Novgorod-style wooden house of the blacksmith's family, the two looked sideways at the small stove in the blacksmith's shed under the soft sunset light and the huge stove that had just built the canopy."It's really a big stove, you see, Kawei throws ore into it before the fire is lit. Isn't it a little haste?""I'm afraid he can't wait." Rurik shrugged."My dear, I still want to hear about you in the north. Also, Kawei..."After all, it is a couple. Although Lilia is only seventeen years old now, caring about her husband has become an instinctive reaction."What happened to him at Fort Elon Orava? What can you do? I arrange for him to strike iron every day. There is nothing else to do except this.""Oh! I am very worried about him. I am relieved to see that he is okay. The stove is really too big. I am really afraid that he will...""Get burned? Oh, the blacksmith always takes risks."However, Lilia was not referring to the risk of being burned: "Ruriek, I know that when the stove was being made, the kid from Kamni himself got into the refractory ore. You know what I'm worried about, if the stove burns. , Once you accidentally fall in, just...""what!"Lilia looked at Rurik's eyes immediately: It's so dangerous! He said he must use tongs to catch the smelted iron ore. He is risking his life, but I can't stop him. Rurik, maybe they What I am doing now is the best smelting method, but I still hope you do something.""What to do? Oh, I do do something." As he said, Rurik continued to look at the flames from the tall stove: "Lilyka, I've been thinking of a brand new stove, one that everyone can do. A stove I've never seen before.""Then do it! I just want my child not to lose his father because of an accident."Lilia's words reminded Rurik of many things. Steelmaking in any era is a dangerous thing, and if a steelworker has an accident at work, it might be a violent death. Steelmaking itself is accompanied by huge risks, but steel is the foundation of the underlying material for the development of human science and technology. What's more, for the Ross tribe, Rurik deliberately makes his tribe a powerful existence with huge amounts of steel.Rurik settled down: "Lilia, I think your husband is touching a field he has never seen before.""what is that?""Let's wait and see."Lilica barely squeezed out a smile, and continued to caress her huge belly: "My hometown's White Tree Manor has got your ironware, and life will definitely become better. Now the little blacksmith in my stomach is about to be born, Rurik , You are my child's uncle."uncle? It should be more appropriate to call my uncle! After all, her younger sister, Svetlana, is the wife of the old man.When Rurik thought, they usually used the same word to describe uncles, uncles, uncles, adoptive fathers and even uncles."Oh, that's a good thing, I hope you can give birth to a boy.""Of course it's a boy, and I hope he will become a blacksmith. Rurik, give him a name."Rurik was sure that Lilia was not joking, and he had to take it seriously.Looking at Lilia's face, Rurik thought of the essence of her pure-blooded hairy girl.She is a pure Irmen Slav in various senses. Since she is a Slav, she has to take a proper name."Just call him Alexander.""Huh? What's that name?" Lilia looked blank."You do not understand?""Why would I understand?"Looking at her blank face, Rurik realized that this vocabulary actually came from the Greek language, or the vocabulary from the Roman world, really made her, a Slav, unfamiliar. After thinking about it, Rurik realized that the so-called large number of common names of Russians actually came from two main sources, one is the biblical characters, and the other is the common names of the Eastern Romans. After all, the East Slavs in history are big fans of East Rome.I thought that Lilia only wanted her unborn son to be a blacksmith, so the name was easy to pick."Since you are a blacksmith, call him a blacksmith. Call him Kuznetsov."The meaning of this name is self-evident, Lilia instantly understood, nodded involuntarily, and continued to caress her belly and muttered: "This name is not bad, then I will give him another vocabulary.""What vocabulary?""It's honour. It's called Kuznetslav."Hearing it, Rurik understood its meaning instantly, the so-called "honorable blacksmith".Lilia continued to stroke her belly, murmured: "Kuja Kuznetslav's nickname, you have your own name. You will become the best blacksmith."Can a child who has not yet been born really become the best blacksmith?Rurik was willing to believe that the child would be a boy. He looked sideways at Kawei who was still standing on a high place dumping ore, and he trusted Lilia's expectations more and more.Besides, in terms of seniority, he will also be the uncle of this child in the future.A torch was thrown into the big stove, and Kawei strode down on the high platform.At this moment, Klavasen, who was already squatting at the bladder blower, was already fully prepared."Dad! Start!""Good Le!"Clavasson is always strong, he is struggling to press down the skin, and a strong airflow is injected into the hearth along the blow hole. Thanks to the large amount of air coming in, the burning torch started to ignite the charcoal block. So far, a long smelting kicked off.According to the plan of the Cravason and his sons, after the completion of the new furnace, all the northern ore will be initially smelted, which is the so-called smelting of sponge iron.Even with a small furnace, the smelting process takes a lot of time. Today, it takes more time to serve a big stove, just to bake it to the scorching heat.Compared to other craftsmen, the blacksmith is probably the most patient. Because of their enthusiasm for work, just forging sponge iron, they need to hold a hammer and sweat like rain for a long time. Want quick success? Do not! When the sponge iron full of holes is smashed into an iron ingot, the frequency of beating may be fixed, even if it is forged with a waterwheel, the frequency of forging has not been reduced.Use one word to describe the next thing, that is boring.Do you want to continue watching the show?No, there is nothing good about it anymore.Orange flames continued to spray from the mouth of the furnace. Both Rurik and Kawei knew that this flame color could only indicate that the furnace temperature was too low.Clavasson has rich experience, and now he has learned from Rurik that "combustion is a process of violent chemical reaction", and flame is an assessment of the severity of the reaction.Only when the sprayed color became bright yellow and burned for at least another afternoon in this state, Clavason could still be sure that all the ore in the furnace was burned into sponge iron in a package.Rurik went back with respect for the future.He rushed to the blacksmith's shop early in the morning, and he saw that there were seven or eight-year-old blacksmith apprentices who were holding large amounts of dry charcoal and throwing them at the mouth of the orange flames. There were other children in Kamnire. Under the command of, they played with the bladder blower together, and every time they pressed, the flame became more heated.Rurik had a face-to-face meeting with Kawei, who was checking the stove early, and only then learned one thing.In order to take care of the biggest stove he had in his life, Clavasson's spirit seemed to be twenty years younger, and he became an energetic man. He felt that he was full of power, so throughout the night, this old guy kept throwing charcoal into the stove based on the principle that the stove could not be extinguished."Kawei, maybe you should stop him. Klavasen is getting older, and his excessive desperation will kill him." Rurik said directly, Kawei shrugged and was not angry."I want to stop him, but smelting is his lifelong pursuit.""What about your father?""He's exhausted! He drank some alcohol before going to bed. He was in good condition. I will take over the next job.""Okay." Rurik continued to look at the stove, feeling regretful: "It seems that it will take you a while, obviously there are still many swords to build, and...""Crossbow?" Cavy smiled."Yes. To have a new crossbow, to have a new arrow, these require you to provide the most basic steel.""So you are worried that I will delay production? Your worries are superfluous." Kawei faced his giant stove and opened his arms almost as thick as his thighs: "This is the largest stove. We threw in ten yesterday. The ore of the old furnace. It can smelt ten times the sponge iron in one go! As long as I succeed this time, I will throw in twenty times the ore the next time. Our production capacity will be greatly increased!"The truth is this truth, and Rurik is indeed gratified, but there are even greater regrets in his heart. He muttered to himself: "Well, I knew that you would make a giant furnace when you came back. You told me earlier, wouldn't it be better for us to design a blast furnace together."For a whole day, everything about the Cravason father and son, and even all the blacksmith apprentices, revolved around the huge fire-breathing furnace.In order to avoid accidental danger, the canopy of the stove was dismantled.In order to ensure that the furnace continues to burn, during the daytime, the entire tribe's charcoal-burners stock up on the Cravason's house. In order to increase their enthusiasm, Kawei also spread a statement: The Cravason family is willing to buy charcoal at a high price.Everyone is profit-seeking, and Kawei also talks about credit.There is no shortage of high-quality fuel for the stove, but the so-called fuel is almost always charcoal fired with pine trees, which is three times the calorific value of pine branches, and the peculiar smell after burning is quite unpleasant.The calorific value of the fuel has reached 33 megajoules per kilogram. As long as the charcoal can be fully burned under high oxygen conditions, as long as the furnace's temperature-locking ability is qualified, the hot sponge iron will react with the charcoal and become Kawei's never seen before. What Rurik wanted most.Rurik didn't know what kind of chrome ore could be burnt by Kawei's new huge furnace, and he couldn't judge how high temperature the hurriedly built furnace could keep.He continued to pay attention to the work of the blacksmith, and the never-ending tongue of the huge stove became a talk of tribal residents, and attracted a large number of slightly leisurely people to stop and watch.Among the onlookers, there were also the ten visitors who received good treatment in the port of Narvik.Mordgen of Balmerk and his nine brothers, they also marveled at the huge settlement of the Ross tribe, the large number of ships in the fjord, and the Rurik of Ross actually controlled the young boys and girls of the whole tribe. .They marveled at these things, until they watched a fire dragon drilled out of the huge furnace in amazement, they realized that their understanding of the Ross people was still pure as a white cloth.The whole tribe hoped that the Cravasons could smelt something interesting.The ordinary life has important information. Some people think that they throw in a lot of ore. The result is that the blacksmith can build more swords, so that everyone does not have to queue up, and the price of the sword will also decrease.There are also people who have a little understanding of smelting. They use their associations and begin to speculate that perhaps a huge furnace can melt iron ore into water like copper ore.Many people think this is nonsense, but it is the other blacksmith families in the tribe. They watched the feats of the Clavasson family with enthusiasm and had to pay attention to the legend of "direct smelting of molten iron". Youdao is a trio of tigers, and they have to think about it. In addition, more realistic factors force them to pay special attention.It is like smelting bronze, a small furnace uses the ore in a clay crucible to melt into bronze water for casting.how is itIf Kravasson's level can melt iron ore, not to mention what a miracle this is. As long as he succeeds, the huge iron output is enough to make his family a supporting role in the tribal blacksmith industry.Lack of entertainment, life is indifferent, and the rumors about blacksmiths are well known in the city that has been busy day and night.Rurik had to sigh that someone was terrible, and of course he was even more looking forward to what the Clavasson stove could produce.From the evening of the first day, when the fire started, until Clavasson felt that the time was ripe for baking, more than forty hours had passed.It was noon on the third day after the ignition, and the plan was to turn off the fire.What a great moment! At least two thousand people gathered spontaneously at Kravasson's house, and hundreds of people even climbed high to see what happened, relying on their good eyesight.Rurik stood in the best position. He was in the forefront of the crowd, witnessing Kawei carrying the specially-made giant tongs, climbing the high steps with unstoppable bravery."You, are you trying to pinch the sponge iron out of the stove so violently? What a lunatic!"It was seen that Kawei was stunned by putting on a simple-made leather mask, with dripping linen covering his entire head, it seemed that he was going to fight the heat.The whole work is full of danger, and it is also very stupid. Taking out the finished product after smelting actually requires craftsmen to risk their lives to take it.In full view, Clavasson's roar attracted the attention of the onlookers."People! Be careful! The **** that can burn people with nothing left is coming out!"slag? Cravason actually used the combination of "ore waste" to describe slag.Most people of the tribe have no interest in smelting iron, so naturally they don't know anything about the name, even if they live in the same huge settlement as the blacksmith.Behind Rurik are his close friends and his concubines. In line with the principle of long-sightedness, including Carlotta, Ella, and Seporava, who seem to be very weak girls, were ordered by Rurik to watch the masterpieces of the blacksmith.Cravason finished speaking what almost no one understood, and then took one of his iron chisels, walked into the pre-closed **** outlet, and began to work hard to dig the weak point of the furnace.Carlotta was a little nervous: "Liurik, what will happen next? That man is destroying the stove. Could it be that he wants to tear down the stove? In my hometown, the blacksmith is indeed tearing down the stove."Rurik immediately understood what the girl Carlotta meant. Yes, the exchanges between Rurik and Kravassen learned that the only way for the Ross people to smelt was to dismantle the furnace to get sponge iron. As for the reuse of furnaces, Actually, there are not many years and months."I don't know what happened, I can only tell you that he didn't destroy the stove."Carlotta didn't speak any more, until he saw Clavasson jump up suddenly, an amazing scene happened!I saw a lot of dark red things gushing out, because of the pressure, the gushing speed was quite fast.It was as viscous as summer honey, and as freshly made yogurt, but that thing was obviously full of danger.Sister Carlotta subconsciously grabbed Ric's two arms.And Sepolawa simply hugged her brother Telavis' waist and hid behind her."Are you scared?""Yes...a little bit. It feels very dangerous." Carlotta said weakly. At the same time, the whole scene made an amazing cry because people had seen everything that had never been done before.What did you guys see? It's actually slagIf a very appropriate thing is used to describe the current slag, is there a better term than magma?The composition of **** is almost silicate. Does it make sense that it is not magma? !
