Todd was a little confused: "You ...... What do you say?"

Huggins patted his stomach and made a gesture of eating with his hand: "Didn't you say to Edgar yesterday that there is a way to make us eat meat every day?"

The big mouth hidden behind the man said in a helpful voice: "You also said that we don't have to work in the field!"

Giving Edgar a slap on the back of the head, Huggins drew a cross on his chest: "Heavenly Father, please forgive us for our sins......"

The apprentice was a little confused about the meaning of the other party: "But, Master Myris said......"

The man stretched out his hand to stop Todd's words and whispered, "Master Myris is a servant of the Heavenly Father, and it is his life's pursuit to devote himself to cultivation, but I am not a monk. ”

"Me neither. The big mouth followed.

"Uh. ”

Todd paused.

Patting his head, the apprentice suddenly said, "So, I never wanted to be a monk?!"

Huggins looked him up and down, shook his head and disagreed, "I don't think I'm right? ”

Todd looked at the coarse linen clothes of the two opposite, and then looked at the monk's outfit on his body, completely stupid.

That day, he just picked up his clothes and put them on his body, and he didn't expect so much at all!

Putting his arm around Todd's neck, Huggins turned his words around and began to reassure him: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with being a monk. You don't have to run around to make a living, and you don't have to worry about being homeless. It's like me and Edgar, one is a helper for the monks, the other is a messenger for the monastery. Maybe one day he will die in a foreign land, and there is not even a person to collect the body......"

Todd heard something in the other party's words, which was a reminder of the past that he was kind to him.

Huggins leaned his head closer and stretched out his right hand to the apprentice: "Let's work together, you will be responsible for telling me how to do it, and I will be responsible for finding someone to do it." How's that, do you want to do it?"

Trying to squeeze his head between the two, but couldn't find a gap, Edgar raised his hand next to him and shouted, "And me, and me!"

His brain was spinning rapidly, Todd weighed the pros and cons, and finally gritted his teeth and stomped his foot to grasp Huggins' hand tightly: "It's done!"

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When he went to the monk's room, he saw the chemical equation that Todd had completed the previous night and the half-drawn practical design, though neither of them could read. But Huggins could see more meaningful things than Edgar's hilariousness.

Never-before-seen text.

Complex and difficult calculations.

Exquisite equipment.

Coupled with the fact that he was able to get out of the "Sutherland Relic" in touch.

The Slavic man's previous statement that "Todd may be the Father's blessed Son" has only been questioned for a few days from the beginning to the current wavering.

What other miracles will happen to this farmer's child?

Such a question naturally arises in men's minds.

Todd looked back at Edgar with a wary look and said to Huggins, "Is it okay to let him be here? ”

Grabbing the angry little kid, the man smiled and said, "It's the little guy's job to report your whereabouts to Master Myris, please don't blame him more." But now that I'm sure he's joined us, he should know what he's going to do......"

Edgar shrank his head and nodded lightly in Huggins' meaningful smile.

Not paying attention to the expressions of the people next to him, Todd pointed to the drawings with wooden sticks and explained what he was going to do next in as simple and understandable language as possible.

Thanks to this period of his career as a teacher in his previous life, the boy's simple explanations made Huggins, who has no chemistry foundation, understand a thing or two.

"To put it simply, the technology of refining silver ore in the Silver Ring Kingdom is not yet mature, resulting in about 30% of the silver nuggets remaining in the waste residue, and this method can extract the remaining silver nuggets. That's what it means, right?"

Listening to Huggins's statement, Todd thought for a moment, and corrected a small problem in the other party's words with a rigorous academic attitude: "Considering the temperature in the furnace, the purity of the lead block, and the skill of the operation, the silver extracted from the waste residue may not be as much as 30%......"

The man sank down and asked, "So how many?"

This question involves how much profit is ultimately made, and he has to be concerned.

After doing the mental arithmetic, Todd gave a conservative answer: "About 10%." ”

Huggins, wearing gloves, brushed the pigtails of his chin and pondered.

The cost of ore raw materials is zero, and those waste slags are piled up at the foot of the mountain, as much as you want.

Lead material is not a problem either, as little food can be taken out of the monastery's warehouses at a negligible cost.

The only thing that costs money is wood and charcoal for fuel, as well as the cost of retrofitting equipment.

As for what Todd said about what to pay the craftsman, the man did not refute it, but listened to it more as a joke.

Huggins made a mental calculation and came to such a conclusion.

It's definitely a good deal!

Slapping his palm on the table, the man said categorically, "Say, what do you want us to do?!"

Todd held out his index finger: "Time, I need time to complete this set." Morning classes and farming take up my precious time. ”

Then the middle finger: "Material sample." I need some samples of charcoal, residue and lead to help me modify my protocol. ”

Then came the ring finger: "Oversee on the spot." I need to observe and monitor the reaction process at the melting site so that problems can be corrected in time. ”

And finally the little thumb: "Experimental equipment." With the materials, in order to identify and calculate the minerals and contents, I need a complete set of laboratory equipment. ”

Huggins pondered for a moment and said, "I can take care of the materials. Time is a testament to Edgar's help. But what is the lab equipment?"

With his impressions, Todd depicted on paper the most basic chemical laboratory equipment in his previous life: test tubes, beakers, graduated cylinders, distillation flasks, filter tubes, and so on.

The man's eyes lit up, and he slowly spoke, "I know there is a place where these things are available, but I need a few days to prepare. ”

The morning of the next day.

Hearing the robin's bell, Todd habitually got up, thought about it, and lay down again. Under the guise that if someone came to check, it would be a big deal to pretend to be sick, and it was rare to enjoy an hour's sleep.

After the morning class, Todd put on his monastic robes and went to Master Myris's room as usual.

Secretly observing the old man's expression in class, there was nothing abnormal, Todd finally let go of the big stone in his heart, it seems that Edgar's bastard boy has finally covered for himself.

At the end of the lesson, the boy asked his master for books and paper under the pretext of studying grammar. The relieved smile on the old man's face made him regret and self-blame for a moment, but the desire to improve his life instantly diluted this feeling.

After using the Chinese rice with the same chewing wax, Todd was finally able to devote himself to making money.

The sitting lasted from noon to evening.

The sun set and took away the last rays of light in the room.

Looking at the design drawings and processing process that were finally completed, Todd moved his aching shoulders and rubbed his astringent eyes, thinking that he could finally rest for a while.

He was about to go out to find something to eat to pad his stomach, but he heard the man's wail from the ground under the bluestone slab, and he couldn't help but remember what Huggins had said to him before.

"Once every three days, you'll get used to it soon. 』