Rise of Rurik Chapter 313

Life has returned to stability, and the warm climate has also made life full of hope.

As usual years and months, the Ross people do not feel that the climate is warming on a macro level. The land in the fjord is still barren and the climate is still cold. Oats and rye cannot be grown in the short frost-free period, and the situation this year is even worse.

The limited onion fields in the fjord are already in July, and the growth of the onion seedlings is very unsatisfactory. There are no pure farmers in the Ross tribe. The so-called planting industry is a small industry that fishermen engage in in their free time. Planting some hardy varieties of onions is nothing more than a seasoning for life.

It is idiotic to expect to use the land of the fjord to grow a lot of onions.

It's just that no one is very concerned about the local planting industry. Who cares about the poor growth of onions?

No one is aware of the big problems hidden in the farmland, including Rurik himself, who is still hopeful for this year's harvest season in order to buy a large amount of food in the south.

He eagerly looked forward to the end of August, looking forward to those businessmen going north with a large amount of supplies.

Of course Rurik cared about his father very much.

Although this winter ended too late, the sailing of Sorgon that was supposed to be spring was lagging for a whole month!

In the spring of last year, Sorgun had to deal with some things in Novgorod and a large number of matters concerning the construction of Shilla Fort. Many things delayed too much time, which caused the return of Otto's fleet to be delayed.

It was already mid-July, and Rurik learned that there were two ships from Shilla Fort. They were messengers, and they were all reporting messages from Otto.

Rurik still didn't know what his father was doing, he made his own judgment through the message sent by the messenger.

Obviously, Otto must be temporarily rooted in Novgorod or Shilla Fort, I am afraid that this year will be the spring and autumn Sorgon together.

Let the old man take care of the construction!

Before he inherited the rule of Shilla Fort and Novgorod, Rurik felt that he needed to implement a long-conceived thing.

A small batch of ore from the northern mines was transported to Roseburg, and all the ore was transported to the home of the blacksmith Clavasson.

As an experienced old blacksmith, Kravasson saw the ore reflecting the dark luster, and subconsciously recognized its wonder.

As Kawei showed his father his own chrome steel axe, and used it to violently smash the indestructible steel sword blank into deep dents, Kravasson's Three Views were refreshed again.

"This... what kind of magic weapon is this?! Even the steel sword has become a waste?!"

Kawei comforted his father, and his attitude was also full of pride.

He pointed to a small pile of ores on the ground: "Dad, my axe is made from these northern ores. Rurik has achieved great success. I have taught those people how to smelt, how to forge, and even Rurik invented another one. Kind of machinery that uses river water, forged with the power of river water..."

Kawei's words continued to wash away Cravason's aging mind.

Cravason lived a long time, he was consciously knowledgeable, even in the face of the magical Rurik, he still considered himself an elder. He became a bit pedantic and stubborn, but the axe in his son's hand was indeed unusual.

"So that's the way it is? I know that some fishermen have obtained some high-quality axes. I didn't expect it to be so. However, those scientific people are not credible."

"But they already know how to smelt." Kawei added.

This is the only thing that makes Clavasson seduced: "Maybe you did this wrong, and you shouldn't teach them our forging skills."

"But that was Rurik's order, and we must fulfill his order."

"I know! But..." Cravason's eyes began to darken and trembled uncontrollably. He looked at the flames from the half-man high stove and said quietly: "Maybe an era is over. We will do it after all. Servants of Rurik, we have become rich enough that I can no longer consider the future."

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing... You are back. Good back!"

Kawei still didn't quite understand, he subconsciously asked: "Lilia, where is she?"

"She's in the inner room."

"She won't come out to see me?!"

Clavasson smiled and complained: "You should go and see her! Did you know? Her day will come soon."

Kawei understood what the old man meant in an instant, and couldn't help being happy.

Immediately afterwards, under Clavasson's gaze, the son who saw it slipped into the interior room to visit his mother, and his wife Lilia, who was lying on the wooden bed with a big belly and had a very inconvenient life.

For the blacksmith, life is not about returning to peace. Cravason is hitting the iron, looking forward to his own happy event.

Cravason and Kawei began to smelt the ore from the north. It turns out that it is an extremely laborious task to use only a small furnace to smelt chromite into sponge iron. The reason is naturally A small stove does not maximize the heat of charcoal.

what to do?

Kawei began to build a large furnace next to his home, just like he did at Fort Elon Orava. Those blacksmith apprentices who were still children, under the command of the young blacksmith Kamnier, used the clay mined in the area to start Build a new furnace.

Clavasson has been paying attention to his son's actions and has witnessed him commanding the construction of a new furnace.

This stove is not ordinary, it is quickly piled up by a large amount of clay, and it was piled up by more than a dozen children into two stikheight behemoths!

In a sense, it looks exactly like a blast furnace, but it is still an enlarged version of the traditional furnace.

Because of the successful experience of smelting at Elronburg, Kawi talked with Liurik, and he realized a very basic principle. That is, as long as the temperature is high enough, iron ore can turn into molten iron, as long as there is molten iron, it can be cast directly like bronze water.

But how easy is it to melt the ore completely?

Kawei can't expect so much, but he really needs a bigger furnace if he wants to smelt chromite.

In order to build a furnace nearly two meters high, just piling up clay, the children spent two days. A layer of local iron ore used for heat insulation and reinforcement is laid inside the hearth, and the children have a good day.

The space inside the furnace is actually very large, it is enough for Kamnier to stand alone in it. In fact, the work of laying the iron ore inside the stack was done by Kamnier.

Outside the furnace, Kawei built two steps with stones, and he pulled Kamnier out of the furnace, and then poked his head to check the internal structure.

"Yes, in this way chromite ore can also be smelted into sponge iron, and ordinary ore becomes easier to smelt."

"Is this all right?" Kamnier asked weakly, dirty.

"Enough is enough, you and your brothers have a good rest, and the rest of the work of curing the furnace is my business!"

Is the next thing really just about Kawei? In fact, he still needs the help of his father Clavasson.

The son and his apprentices have already built a huge stove. The father and son began to fill in charcoal together, and piled up a large number of charcoal blocks outside the stove.

The Cravason family had already stocked a large amount of silver coins, and they used money offensively, which soon prompted a group of Rose craftsmen to burn a large amount of charcoal.

The charcoal block was ignited, and in the next forty-eight hours, a hot bonfire would not be extinguished!

The fire lasted for two days and two nights, and the entire towering stove had undergone a qualitative change.

The pottery is made of clay, and now the main material of this stove is clay. When the flame extinguished naturally, the hot embers also cooled down, leaving behind the stove that was smoked into black charcoal.

The whole body has been blackened ceramics, and even the sandy ground that carries the stove has been burned to glaze.

About Kravassen, it took more than ten days to build a large furnace. When it was finished, Rurik became the most distinguished one among the many visitors.

It was already late July, and it was just a few days before August in the Julian calendar.

This afternoon is an ordinary day in the world. A large number of fishing boats are working in the sea, and the nearby forests are only woodcutters and grass cutters. As usual, the deer breeders spend a lot of time grazing and have already taken care of the newly born deer.

People are always busy and life is calm and calm.

Under the calmness, there is enthusiasm. Everyone is looking forward to the arrival of August and the return of those businessmen.

Rurik was attracted by the new masterpiece of the Clavasson family.

According to his own plan, he should try to implement the plan to manufacture the blast furnace after returning to his hometown, because many housework matters were delayed until the end of July.

Now that the children's military training and cultural education, Rurik hasn't bothered too much. Learning that Clavasson's masterpiece was finally completed, Rurik had thought of it out of instinct. They were spontaneously trying to make a blast furnace.

Rurik brought his followers Bankanuf, Fisk, and even the reliable mercenary captain Evlo to the door of the blacksmith's house enthusiastically.

The bonfire that had been burning all night was completely extinguished, and a tall, pure black cylindrical stove resembling a chimney suddenly appeared in front of Rurik.

Kawei, who was still checking the stove, quickly saw Rurik's visit.

He jumped down the nearly one-meter-high stone steps, and ran to Rurik regardless of his body, and then pointed to his masterpiece enthusiastically: "Ruriek, look! I finally reproduced it in my hometown. A big stove was succeeded."

"I know you are doing these things."

Rurik didn't talk any more nonsense, and rushed to the stove in line with his professionalism. He subconsciously stretched out his little hand to touch the stove, and then looked at his finger, it was already soaked with carbon.

"The stove is so dirty?! You won't wipe it?"

"Is it necessary?" Kawei asked strangely.

"Oh, maybe it's not necessary. Okay, this stove is very cold. Have you never used it?"

"Of course! If you don't come to visit, how can I use it? I want your comment!"

Although it was flattering, Rurik liked it very much.

It just so happened that Clavasson, wearing a full-body cowhide jacket, came holding a large bundle of pure black charcoal sticks.

"Yo! Rurik, you are finally here. Are you here to see my son's masterpiece?"

"of course."

"Look at it! Soon, we will start smelting." Cravason's very confident attitude fully shows that he is going to do a great thing.

Rurik didn't care about the dirty hands of this matter. He touched the stove and walked around the bottom of the stove, carefully inspecting the whole structure of the stove.

At this moment, Kravasson, who was standing on the steps and throwing charcoal blocks into the stove, was also talking about it.

Rurik didn't answer Clavasson's nonsense, his eyes were always on the bottom of the stove.

"Strange, this stove has the meaning of a blast furnace. But it is definitely not a blast furnace."

"There are only two openings that can be used to poke the iron pipe of the bladder blower, and the position is also on the upper side. A large opening is designed at the bottom? This is clearly the **** outlet. As for the iron outlet, alas, there really is no."

"Ah, it's hard to say that Kawei still has to stand on the steps, risking his face being burned, and he just uses tongs to pull the sponge iron out."

"Sponge iron?! Can such a large furnace only produce sponge iron? Can it not produce molten iron?!"

It was crazy to think that now, Rurik started to pay attention to Clavasson's eloquence.

It turned out that Kawei had told his father all of his ideas, and how he was not pleased with his son's extremely promising feat. The daughter-in-law is about to give birth, and the son is making the biggest stove in family history. In his pride, Clavasson gave his son unprecedented assistance.

Rurik no longer wandered, he listened to Clavasson, so he understood the blacksmith's intentions.

Things didn't go beyond Rurik's expectations. They had never seen pig iron, so they only got the concept of molten iron from themselves. As for how to create it, it only existed in the idea.

"Clarvasson, my Kamnier, and your apprentices? Where are they?" Rurik asked suddenly.

"Oh, they went up the mountain to dig for ore with their rattan baskets on their backs."

"Huh? You just let them go with a group of children? No adults watching?"

Clavasson paused his work: "They have weapons. Besides, there are no beasts in this land. You really don't have to worry about anything."

do not worry? When Rurik thought that those children were less than ten years old, unexpectedly...

wrong! The age is 830~www.mtlnovel.com~ Those children have never been cowards, but they have been forced by the times to become men.

It was a coincidence that Rurik came, he was able to see the process of putting the new furnace into use, and he also learned about the great work conceived by the Cravassen father and son.

Since the furnace is made very large, more sponge iron can be smelted. To smelt so much sponge iron, a large amount of charcoal is naturally needed.

A large amount of charcoal is consumed in exchange for a large amount of sponge iron, as long as the sponge iron is completed, the rest will be easy to handle.

For a long time, the Cravason family used a small furnace to smelt sponge iron. Later, the furnace finally broke down, and Kawei built a new half-high furnace. A year later, a giant stove rose from the ground! Through linear thinking, Caravason keenly realized that the latest furnace is energy-producing sponge iron.

What is the biggest factor limiting the production capacity of your own ironware? The supply of ore is probably not the worst, but the lack of preliminary smelting of a large amount of ore is the biggest constraint.

After all, the sponge iron can be heated again to the extent that it can be forged without a high temperature. As long as a large amount of sponge iron is stored, the rest of the work will be easy.

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