There was no engine, no small drill, no cutter, not even an abrasive cloth. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the days when there was nothing, it was so hard to work.

It took John two hours just to smooth the wooden rollers.

That's a lot of work.

John stood up, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his clean right hand, took a few breaths before turning around, glanced at the cramped Henry, and then looked at the black girl behind him.

He had long hair, looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, wore a brand new dress with no logo removed, large eyes, and some bruises on his face, which was of the upper middle class among blacks.

Overall, this girl is considered a burp little beauty.

"What's your name?"

"Ahh Ariel! The girl said tremblingly, her hands clutching the skirt on her body, looking very nervous.

"Ariel!"

John frowned, recalled, and said, "How come I haven't heard of you. ”

"I'm Madame..."At this point, Ariel suddenly remembered what Henry had told him before, and quickly changed his words: "I bought it back last month by An Lila." ”

"Oh!" John nodded and continued, "Is there a contract?" ”

"Yes!"

Ariel hurriedly walked up and took out the slave contract representing his identity.

John looked at it carefully, made sure it was correct, and said, "Go ahead, go to the villa and find Debbie, and she'll reassign you to work." ”

Hearing this, the girl's eyes instantly turned red, and she resisted the urge to cry and bowed deeply to John.

In this era of slaves without human rights, the identity of black slaves is a slave contract, and this contract is also the only guarantee of life.

Once the contract is gone, or abandoned by their masters, these black slaves are no different from stray wild dogs?

The girl left, with the joy of being born again, and also took the heart of a boy.

"Have you seen enough?"

"Nope!"

Henry subconsciously spoke, regretted it after speaking, his face was embarrassed, and he hurriedly said, "Enough has been seen, enough has been seen." ”

"When you've seen enough, come and work!"

John snorted, his face was very ugly, what girl didn't look for, he just liked a trouble, if it weren't for the fact that this kid looked quite pleasing to the eye, he wouldn't bother to care about it.

……

The cigarette machine is not a delicate machine, there are only three steps in total: drawing, forming, cutting,

The first and third steps are very simple, there is nothing to study, the key is the second step - forming, which is simply to wrap the tobacco made in the first step with paper.

This is the most complex place in the whole cigarette manufacturing process, and it is also the most worthy of innovation.

Whether it is the filling cigarette machine invented by Sunil in the early days, or the continuous forming cigarette machine that was continuously improved and molded later, and the cigarette machine in the mid-20th century, it is named after this step.

John designed the second type, a super-simplified version of the continuous cigarette machine that has no engine, no cutting machine, and uses human power to do the work.

The operation process of this kind of cigarette maker is very simple, first the chopped tobacco is formed into tobacco strips, and then it is wrapped vertically along the tobacco strips with continuous paper strips, and then the slurry is coated at the edge of the paper strip to form continuous cigarette strips, and finally the continuous cigarette strips are cut into cigarette sticks of a certain length with a knife wheel.

He had already made the rollers for drawing the wire, and the cutter wheels for cutting had been purchased from Delaishire, and now only the forming device remained.

As the warehouse door closed, the sound of banging echoed through the quiet plantation again,

This time it lasted longer, from evening to early morning, from sunrise to sunset, for a whole day and a night, except for eating, drinking, and gathering the necessary tools, John never left the warehouse.

The hard work has paid off.

With the belt attached to the roulette disc and the rollers tucked into the frame, the continuous cigarette machine, which had taken so much effort, was finally operational.

John wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the cigarettes that slowly came out of the base, and his eyes subconsciously narrowed into a straight line, as if he was looking at countless shining golden bills.

Finally it worked.

John grinned, smirking at the thought of John Condon's first cigarette machine in 1852.

He picked up a cigarette and threw it to the freckled boy who was dozing in the corner, and said,

"Try it and see how it tastes?"

Henry shook his head and looked at a pair of panda-like dark circles in his eyes, from yesterday to now, for a full 36 hours, his eyes have not blinked, his head is so heavy that he can barely lift it, how can he be in the mood to smoke,

However, who made him the eldest young master?

Henry sighed weakly, picked up the cigarette on the ground, lit it with the candle next to him, and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, a strong smell rushed into his body, making him shake all over his body and couldn't stop coughing.

This smell is too choking!

"How's it going, how does it feel?" John asked with a smile,

"It's okay, it's just a little bitter."

"Bitterness is inevitable, how can an unspiced cigarette not be bitter."

"Spices?" Henry's face was confused, and he asked puzzledly, "Do you need spices in the smoke?" ”

John smiled and didn't answer, it's an industry secret, and the fewer people who know, the better.

Then, after dismantling the molded cigarette machine into countless parts, John left the warehouse, took a hot bath in the villa, and fell asleep after dinner.

……

At the same time, in the depths of the northern forest, dozens of miles away, the demon hunter brother and sister, who had not been seen for a long time, appeared on a cliff with a 90° slope.

The whistling autumn wind blew from the north, with a chilling chill that blew away that tired face.

The cliffs were nearby, but they didn't care at all, and all their eyes were on the mountains not far away, which were hidden by the thick fog and couldn't even see their appearance.

Foggy Mountains! Wolf Valley!

This is the name given to this mountain and this canyon, this is the place where legendary creatures gather, it belongs to the forbidden area of humans, and for decades, no living person has ever come out of it, and naturally there is no information about it.

"What should I do, are you still chasing?"

Gretel took a sip of water, a rare look of exhaustion on her pale face, they had been chasing the four werewolves hiding in the forest for a whole day, and they had killed three of them during this time, leaving only the last one.

It's a pity that he ran away.

Han Sel was silent, this place gave him a very bad feeling, just standing here, there was a faint tingling sensation in his skin, it was the first time he had encountered such a strong killing intent.

What to do, really give up?

Three of the four werewolves died, one ran away, and according to the personality of that tribe, a revenge killing was inevitable, and that was the last thing the witcher wanted.

Hansel frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he was about to speak, when a mountain-like coercion suddenly descended from the sky.

The black clouds surged, the boundless fog rushed violently, accompanied by a terrible wolf howl, the gale gusted, the air rippled in large areas, a circular vortex appeared in the center of the dense fog, and the whole earth trembled slightly in a trance.

"Not good!"

Hansel's face changed drastically, and he picked up Gretel to the side and turned to run.