I don't understand this technique at all, after all, it's not what I'm good at.

And Yang Rui, who has always been very excited, has no movement at this time, and I think maybe Yang Rui doesn't know how to practice iron at all.

But now, in this case, we have found this rough iron stone, and if we can't turn it into a tool, then we will be in vain for the past few days.

The big guys were all worried, and finally I thought that this iron smelting was nothing more than the effect of high temperature.

Then it should be good to burn it with fire.

So we worked on the kiln again, sealed almost all the leaks, except for one opening, and put all the iron in the clay pot that we had already burned, and we kept watch outside.

Since we didn't know the time, we set it for five hours.

Five hours, at this stage, I really had a very hard time.

But I knew that success or failure was here, and Wang Ping and Chen Jian didn't have the heart to do anything else, so they followed me to stay by the side of the kiln.

Bai Wei and the others went to find some dry branches again in the woods next to them.

In the evening, Wang Xiaoxiao and the others deliberately packed up a pot of soup that we had caught before.

After eating, the time had finally come, and we took out the clay pot only to find that the rough iron stones inside had finally shown some signs of melting, but there was still something missing.

Chen Jian had a headache, frowned, and circled around me vigorously.

"Brother Sihai, what is the situation, why doesn't this thing melt?"

Wang Ping also scratched his hair: "I haven't touched this thing before, but I think this iron-making can't be so simple, just throw the primitives into it, and it will melt away by itself?"

I have a headache because I really don't know anything about it.

At this time, there is simply no way to collect evidence.

And at this time, a bearded foreigner came over, looked at us and said a few words, I didn't understand, and called**Help translate** and said, the bearded man told us that there is indeed something to be added to this, but what needs to be added is lime powder.

But where is there any lime powder in this place?

And I think if it was in ancient times, there was no lime powder at that time, right?

Thinking about it, I think it may be that we don't have enough time, or maybe it's not enough temperature inside.

I looked at Wang Ping: "Go, bring all the dry firewood from our previous time, I still don't believe that these pieces of iron will never be able to melt into iron pulp?"

Wang Ping nodded, followed Chen Jian and the two to take almost all of our dry firewood, and then continued to add firewood.

After waiting for more than three hours, it was already dark, Wang Ping was a little sleepy, and Chen Jian had already gone back to accompany Liu Jiaojiao and Miracle.

Seeing the moon rise and the snowflakes that began to fall outside, I took a deep breath and patted Wang Ping: "Let's open it again and see these things inside." ”

Wang Ping nodded, and when we took out the clay stove, I couldn't help but rejoice, because what had always been lumpy had finally melted, and it was all that fiery red.

Wang Ping was very excited, and after taking it out, he poured it directly on the stone wall on the side, and the molten iron left its shape along the stone wall, and Wang Ping couldn't help but scream with excitement.

"Four seas, are we done?"

I nodded, but it was because the temperature wasn't high enough.

Now, this does require a high temperature, but if you think about it this way, it will require more dry firewood.

In addition to finding these iron ores, we also need to collect more firewood.

The next few days are going to be even busier.

For the next twenty days, we had no time to rest, and almost all of the rest of us went out in search of dry wood and iron ore except for the rest of the camp in turn.

Fortunately, with our unremitting efforts, we finally made a long knife.

Although the shape of this knife is rather strange, it is still very sharp after the blade is opened.

Wang Ping took the knife, spun around in front of my eyes, waved his hand, and slashed at the trunk of the tree next to him.

The trunk of the tree broke in response, and the people around him cheered at the same time, and Bai Wei was too happy to turn around me vigorously at this time.

"Zhao Sihai, can you give me a spear, I used to like Zhao Zilong the most, I think he is very cool with a gun, this spear is still practical, and it can protect himself! Okay?"

Bai Wei hadn't been so hippie and smiling like me for a long time, and I was in a very good mood now, so I almost didn't hesitate, so I nodded.

Then our ironmaking technology began to gradually improve.

In the beginning, it was pig iron, but through forging, it gradually became stronger and began to be tempered, but no matter what, it could not be turned into mature iron.

Speaking of which, it's because our craftsmanship is too simple, but with these things, it's still much better than before.

Wang Ping and I also made a big pot, and this time we finally didn't need those clay pots, and this big iron pot was enough for everyone to eat in one meal.

These female colleagues can finally relax.

And the ones we kept in the warehouse where we ate. The spiders also received a lot of silk, all of which were carefully put away by Xiao Qiang, Wang Xiaoxiao knew how to make a sweater, and used that spider silk to make a small dress.

After wearing it for the miracle, it really fits, and it is very soft, and it is not easy to break.

The only trouble is that there are so few of them that there are no others.

And these spiders are cold and heat resistant, and they are easy to survive, but they can't reproduce, otherwise we will basically solve the problem of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

It didn't take long for the dry firewood to run out, and the leakage of the house began to become more and more obvious.

Because these cracks in the wood couldn't keep the cold wind out after all, I finally decided to go out with the big guys to find the kind of mud that could be burned into a mud stove, and at the cracks to keep out the wind, and second, to make it stronger.

More than a month passed like this, and the days flew quickly, but the snow outside showed no sign of stopping.

Chen Jian had nothing to do, picked up the leaves that we could use to soak in water before, and put them in an iron pot to stir-fry, bursts of fragrance came out, and when boiling in the pot, the taste was really no worse than tea.

That afternoon, we were sitting in the dining warehouse chatting, but there was a commotion outside, and I hurriedly ran out of the warehouse door to see that there was a heavy snow outside, and a large herd of wild boars had run out of the woods like crazy, skimmed our camp and left without looking back, looking at them as if they were running for their lives!

But there were no other animals in the woods except for these wild boars, so what were these wild boars afraid of?