When I was a child, my family had a set of 100,000 leather versions of why, which came in handy at this time, early the next morning, I tried to recall half a night, and the next day Wang Hou tossed up the leatherman carpenter in the house, which can be regarded as adding the last missing part.

Bellows.

Dismantled a big box, inserted two levers, pasted a large cowhide inside, this thing was ready, the built iron-making furnace was opened again, the bricks and cement built a ventilation channel, regardless of whether the cement was dry or not, Wang Hou couldn't wait to order the furnace to be opened to smelt iron ore.

Yesterday, those big coal blocks that had just been dry burned for a day came in handy, and the big coal blocks that had been dirty and shiny were moved to the furnace piece by piece in Wang Hou's shouting, and the iron ore that was pulled back yesterday was also thrown in, and then lime was sprinkled in as a reaction medium, but before Wang Hou ordered the ignition with great interest, he had been pinching his chin and frowning and watching, and the blacksmith head ordered by Mr. Cao suddenly clenched his fist on the side.

"Slow down!"

"Oh?"

His eyes fell on the muscles that had formed on this guy's face all year round, and Wang Hou was stunned and questioned.

is obviously a little nervous, after all, even if a petty official like Wang Hou is very different from his status as a domestic slave, this guy's craftsman spirit is not bad, and he still asks with his fists in his fists.

"I wonder if the head of the house wants to build farm tools or blades? If it is to build agricultural tools, charcoal refining is enough, but if it is to build a blade, the villain has used charcoal to refine many batches, and each time it is brittle and unusable, please Mingjian. ”

This guy knows a lot, and after glancing at him, Wang Hou smiled casually: "It's okay, just build some farm tools." ”

There was a look of disappointment evidently, but the muscle blacksmith didn't say much, and bowed back with his fists clenched.

This time it was not the honeycomb coal ignited, it was completely thrown into the red-hot charcoal block, even so it took a long time to ignite, but the fire together, the advantage of coal was vividly displayed, the blazing temperature popped out along the furnace mouth at once, the charcoal fire can reach up to 1,000 degrees, but the coal fire can reach more than 2,000 degrees, the ice and snow near the hot gas roast are melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the large and small pieces of iron ore with uneven quality inside are also quickly cracked, crackling and scattered.

"What are you doing? Blah the wind!! ”

If you want to say that the leader scolds people at every turn! Without eyesight, looking at Wang Pole and a few stupid standing there watching, Wang Hou was speechless and shouted, but this sentence made them even more helpless, Wang Hou personally grabbed the simple bellows handle, snorted into the wind, sufficient amount of offerings into it, the already vigorous flame was even more steaming, and the hot people couldn't even stand at the mouth of the furnace, and they could only retreat backwards.

Seeing Wang Hou sweating profusely pushing the bellows, the blacksmith head with muscles on his face just now was simply bright, and the two brisk steps followed, and they also took the second blast furnace to push inward and once again the fire was bright and steamed, at this time Wang Pole woke up like a dream, took the bellows fader in Wang Hou's hand, and the two blast furnaces were steaming together, Wang Hou could finally take a step back.

Pinching his chin and brushing the mustache that had grown with great difficulty, looking at the black smoke spewing from the blast furnace in front of him, Wang Hou's eyes once again burst into golden light, and he kept rubbing his hands.

Fuel can't work, steel products head office, right? The days when steamed buns are eaten one and thrown one by one, and soy milk is drunk and poured into one bowl, it all depends on this iron lump!

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This furnace ironmaking initially needs two processes, the first step is the block refining method, the first furnace burned for a few hours, the stone of non-metallic elements burned in the red-hot collapse is almost, the hot ash is pulled out, the coal is burned under the lack of oxygen to produce a large amount of carbon monoxide and iron ore in the reduction reaction, a piece of pig iron is still stained with slag irregular block has appeared in the slag ash.

Originally, I didn't think I pulled the iron out of the slag ash, but the two pieces of pig iron, which were still a little hot, hit each other twice, and the blacksmith's head, which had muscles on his face, immediately showed a face full of surprise, and looked at the tempting pig iron in his hand for a long time, and then suddenly went crazy like that, and threw it into the basket in a hurry.

In the same era in the West, at this time, it was still burned with charcoal blocks, at a low temperature of less than 1,000 degrees, the sponge iron full of honeycomb pores and impurities was smelted, and then the blacksmith's hammer was repeatedly hammered with this sponge iron, and the impurities were beaten out in order to complete the processing of ironware, but people were indeed rising stars, the Renaissance began, and in just two or three hundred years, the evolution of smelting technology from the Han Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty for two thousand years was completed, and the industrialization was completed immediately, completely surpassing the East.

Fortunately, now that there is Wang Hou, the smelting industry of the Han Dynasty has been improved.

Let the blast furnace begin to cool, Wang Hou, who got a pile of pig iron, was not busy smelting iron, but instead instructed the workers to continue to get busy, taking advantage of the heat of the high crying furnace to roast the frozen soil around him.

The bottom of the pit was completely paved, Wang Hou was not satisfied, and he asked people to move the bricks and build a layer of cement on top of it, just like two small swimming pools, so he was satisfied.

But after all this, it was almost dark, and the cement had to be dried for a while, and after lighting a coal stove nearby, the day ended here.

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Wang Hou, who didn't sleep until the early hours of the morning in later generations, was forced to quit Internet addiction at the end of the Han Dynasty when he didn't have a mobile phone, no computer, and no TV, and developed a habit of going to bed early and getting up early.

But there is more active than him, in the morning, dragging the yawning Wang pole and waiting for a dozen strong men in the house, when he arrived at the iron-making furnace at the edge of this coal mining area, the head of the muscle blacksmith had already arrived there, pinching his chin and frowning and studying the two big gourd-like blast furnaces, watching it intently, until Wang Hou slapped him heavily from behind, and then woke up.

"Ahh The villain meets the head of the house! ”

"What's your name?"

It's all his own employees, he doesn't even know his name, Wang Hou is also a little embarrassed, fortunately he is the master, how can it be reasonable, very pretending to be thirteen with a handle on the back of his stomach, this guy looks like a leader inspecting, and beckons there with a big grin, don't look at this blacksmith who is more than one meter and eight big men, he has to hurry up and hug his fists, and respectfully replied: "Back to the master, the villain Pu ......, the villain Wang Yuan, the ancestral home of Gong ......, Shu County"

"Alright, Wang Yuan, get ready to work!"

Where is the name of the ancient place he said, Wang Hou couldn't match it, so he simply waved his robe sleeves again, turned around and went to the mouth of the stove again. In this hand, the big blacksmith with a thick face was almost choked to death, and his face was full of embarrassment, but when he turned around and looked at the blast furnace that was still slightly cool in the morning light, his pupils appeared in fanaticism.

Half of the pig iron refined yesterday was taken out, and a piece of sponge iron was put into the blast furnace, but this time it was more than doubled the large black coal that had been roasted and the lime powder used as a reducing agent to go in, looking at the full blast furnace of the race, Wang Hou waved his hand with satisfaction, and Wang Pole threw a handful of firewood into it, and again, the incomparably hot flame was steaming.

This time the burning time was long, and after watching the blacksmiths busy for two hours, and when it was noon, Wang Hou's stomach began to grumble with hunger.

In this era, there is too little oil and water, and Wang Hou, who can make a fortune by eating cat food in later generations, can not stand starving, and is very unscrupulous to leave the Wang pole who is tired and sweating profusely in the tropics, he is going back to find a big stove to eat, without too much labor, and the tenants who gather together to watch the lively trilogy are also scattered, and they should go home to eat and eat at home, and they should dig coal to continue to change steamed buns.

In a group of people, the only dedicated one is the blacksmith head Wang Yuan who has muscles on his face, he really works as hard as he has beaten chicken blood, in the ice and snow in the winter, he threw aside the robe full of molten iron, exposing his strong chest muscles, sweating like rain, but his pair of copper bell-like leopard eyes are shining, panting and pulling the bellows all the time.

A gust of wind blew into the blazing furnace, those coal fires were even more swaying, the bricks inside the furnace were even burned red as if they were about to crystallize, and they were scorched for several hours, Wang Yuan suddenly shouted a hammer to crush a piece of the middle section of the furnace, and the hot molten iron instantly sprayed out along the holes left behind, not impartial, and just injected into the cement pool dug yesterday under the two blast furnaces.

This is the technology of this era of frying steel, even if Wang Hou is not there, Wang Hammer and Wang Yuan can also be completed like a fish in water, the two are one holding a big wooden pole, and they are not afraid of the heat in front of the pool, every few seconds there is a regular stirring in the pool, each time it is stirred, the wooden stick is also burned off, so about ten minutes of stirring, the original melted molten iron gradually solidified, and the originally red surface densely solidified a layer of volcanic ash like a scarred impurity.

Taking advantage of the last few moments when the metal was still soft, Wang Yuan divided the pool into nine grids like a big stick and scratched chocolate, and after waiting for a few minutes for the metal to cool directly, he did not hesitate to directly smash the bricks on the edge of the pool, and then smashed off the impurities of the previous layer, which was slightly dark and had a metallic silver luster, and the wrought iron package was still part of steel!

This Wang Houquan held a steamed bun and put a pickle in his stomach! Leng Buding Wang Yuan was like a madman, holding dozens of pounds of heavy wrought iron products, he broke in excitedly, and threw the heavy guy to Wang Hou's feet with a bang, dancing and shouting.

"Sir! Practiced, practiced, practiced! The villain's ancestors struck iron, and they have never seen such a high-quality iron material! ”

But his excitement almost didn't hit Wang Hou's feet, so frightened that Wang Hou choked on a mouthful of steamed buns, only rolled his eyes, his old face turned from yellow to blue, and finally he simply fell to the ground with a thud and suffocated to death.

A generation of great traversers choked to death by the steamed buns they brought and passed away.

Uh......, that's impossible!