After Wang Chuan and Kuan started, the people in the ironmaking workshop all moved, and everyone walked to the clay fan, or uncovered the clay fan or picked up the clamp, and chose the pouring iron tool that they were interested in. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The truth of quenching is not understood by everyone, but when they saw that the iron was too hot, they all learned from Wang Chuan and Kuan, and poured the iron with water to look at these iron tools again, which was considered quenching.

Some people didn't have to soak the iron with water, and the old and disabled blacksmiths helped to fill it. This is their operating norm, and they don't understand the truth.

The bark turned over the cauldron he had built, and poured water on it without turning it over, but when the pot was turned over, he found that the mud under it had cracked first. This was caused by the uneven heating of the mud fan, and the bark knew that he was in trouble, but he did not blush and reminded the others that he should get the iron out before watering.

Lambra was more concerned about the pouring of the axe. The axe was made by himself, and he was going to make a big plate axe that he could take advantage of. This axe has an axe eye instead of a rope at the back.

After quenching the axe, he installed the prepared handle of the axe, and cut it against a stake, and split it into wood in three strokes. I can't put it down with an axe. He had previously offered to build such a wide axe, but Kuan refused because he couldn't make it when he forged it. The little axe that was as light as iron sheet was not used to it for a long time.

What the black back cares about is the iron nail. When building a ship, they often have to use a lot of iron nails, which have to be forged by hand before, and each one has to beg the ironsmith for a long time, so that they are willing to give so many after three or five days, which is more difficult than pulling it out themselves. This time, he asked Wang Chuan to get him a clay fan with iron nails, and when the molten iron was a little cold, he pulled out the iron nails from these fans and threw them into the water next to him. After the white smoke passed, he picked up the black and warm nails, and he couldn't help but feel the urge to cry. Nails with thick fingers are well-proportioned and strong, with tips and caps, and you can tell that they are good nails at a glance. Pouring a little molten iron like this makes so much, don't you want to get as much as you want in the future? Don't ask for help anymore, do you?

The deer picked up a spearhead and looked at it, but he was not satisfied. Not to mention that this spearhead is thick, there is a groove in the middle, which makes people feel that they haven't done it well.

Zhuang Niu explained beside him: "Dad, this spear has to be forged again, and it will be thinner and sharper when the time comes." As for this groove, that was what Elder Chuan meant, and he said that there was this groove, and it was easy to pull it out after piercing it. ”

Without saying a word, the deer rode this spearhead into the desk, glared at him and asked, "You pull it out, how easy is it to pull it out?" ”

Zhuang Niu muttered: "Elder Chuan is talking about piercing into the animal's body, saying that this is a blood trough, and the ...... of bloodletting"

The deer rode viciously and said viciously: "Why didn't you say it earlier just now? Looking for a fight, isn't it? ”

Iron tools that used to require a lot of tempering can now be poured in just half a day. And it can be poured so much at once, although these have not yet opened the edge, but as long as they are polished a little, they will become good iron, and at such a speed, where do you have to forge day and night with the previous side?

Crying freely, I actually felt a little bitter, and at the same time I felt a little relieved. When I was urged by the people of the entire tribe to ask for iron weapons before, although I looked majestic, the pressure in it was really difficult to understand if I was not in his position.

Wang Chuan saw that his father was almost crying, afraid that he would forget his form, and wanted to remind and warn him, so he walked up to him, took the knife embryo and said: "Dad, the molten iron made by this method will have different qualities due to the different smelting time, the different weight of the iron pieces put in, the different amount of charcoal put into it, and the different strength of the blast. You have to think about this in the later smelting process, the quality of the molten iron made like this is average, it is okay to make a pot, and the quality may be worse if you make it into a knife. You see. ”

Wang Chuan put the knife embryo on the table, picked up the sledgehammer and slammed it into the middle of the knife. Only a loud dinging sound was heard, and the knife embryo bounced and was unscathed.

Kuan wiped a handful of tears and looked at his son in wonder.

Wang Chuan scratched his head, set up the knife embryo again, and smashed it with all his strength. Well, it's still not damaged at all.

After more than a year of non-stop exercise and growth, Wang Chuan's strength is not small now, and at least a dozen pounds of hammer is decent to carry. He didn't believe it was that strong. Could it be that the first steelmaking produced such a good molten steel?

Wang Chuan didn't believe in evil and kept beating on the knife embryo with a hammer, but until the knock reached the point where his face was red and his hands were weak, the knife embryo was not broken, but there were many dents knocked out. He originally wanted to show Kuan how this steel didn't work, but instead it turned into a proof of how this method worked.

In the end, Wang Chuan dropped the hammer and said, "Dad, make this knife for me." ”

It's rare to make such a good quality steel, so keep it yourself, as for the ones mentioned above, don't mention it, let them follow today's operation process most of the time. It's never too late to try other options when you have time.

Ten pots became eight, a mouthful of molten iron was poured less, and the bottom of the pot was not completed. A mouthful collapsed because of the mud, and a small half of the iron sheet came out. In view of the good steel refining this time, Wang Chuan asked Kuan to knock the two waste pots into iron sheets and daggers, and not to return to the furnace.

The first steelmaking was a great success, and today it is the first time. The ironworks are closed today, and Wang Chuan asked people to carry the pot back to the tribe to prepare to cook for everyone, so that the people of the entire tribe can experience the benefits of the tribe obtaining advanced technology. From now on, the production of steel should not be a problem, and it can be said that it is now the age of steel, and it can be celebrated.

Before cooking, move the pot to the Shenlong Temple to worship the ancestor of the Shenlong and thank the dragon for its gifts. Then on the square in front of the Dragon Temple, the eight pots were lined up and cooked on the spot.

Now I killed a cow and raised a wild boar for half a year, and first cleaned the iron pot with fat oil. Wang Chuan didn't understand the reason, but it is said that the new iron pot must be made like this once, otherwise the iron smell will be very strong. Then six of the eight pots boiled the broth, and two mouthfuls were placed next to Wang Chuan to stir-fry the vegetables by himself.

I haven't used an iron pot for more than a year, and my hands are raw. Fortunately, the people of the tribe are not very demanding, and when eight or nine hundred people eat, they really can't care about the taste or anything. No matter how many things Wang Chuan cooked, they would be divided in the blink of an eye, and the people in the queue behind him were still endless.

Wang Chuan cooked from noon to night, so tired that he couldn't lift his hands, a cow and a pig were eaten by everyone, and there were people lining up in front of the pot.

After dark, Wang Chuan finally fried a little meat on the buttocks of the cow, and when he hid in the Shenlong Temple to eat with his ancestors, there was a figure that staggered in and asked him to eat.

Wang Chuan lowered his head and said unceremoniously: "No." In the future, you will have to eat it and cook it yourself. ”

"Chirp." The figure who came didn't have to cook it himself, no matter how tired Wang Chuan was, he had to take care of it. He was busy all day and forgot about Kitty Hawk, but he didn't expect Kitty to find out on his own.