The Clavarson father and son did not rest. They were determined to tame the huge furnace in their home. They also shared their love for smelting and their pursuit of wealth. A new round of smelting began.
The new smelting started with heating the stove. For this reason, the father and son had already sent charcoal burners to refuel the work, allowing the two to reserve a large amount of new charcoal. Similarly, the ore mined from the local mines was piled up into a pile.
hill.
This time Klavason encouraged his son Kawei to have what can be called the greatest adventure of his life.
"Kawei, remember my words! This time we are going to smelt all the ores! Then you don't have to take the risk of grabbing the sponge iron with pliers! After I release all the slag, we will wait for two or three days.
After smelting, the furnace cools down naturally. In this way, the sponge iron we obtain is enough for us to use for a month!"
Klavasen's words were indeed a bit exaggerated. Thinking that he had been roasted for a time, Kawei agreed with his father's request.
A large amount of dry carbon was thrown into the furnace, and then Kawei threw in a torch, and soon there was smoke and dust. At the same time, Klavason pulled up to four leather bag blowers out of the house, and connected them to the inherent ones one by one.
A total of four air inlets were dug out by surprise.
Obviously, when smelting begins, all blacksmith apprentices must participate in heavy blasting operations, just to help their master complete a smelting on an unprecedented scale in the history of the Russians.
It was a beautiful morning, and after a night of warming the stove, Klavasen decided that the furnace was in optimal condition.
The blacksmith apprentices, including Kamnier, had complete confidence in the subsequent smelting, and everyone was waiting for their master to give the final instructions.
The tall furnace radiated terrible heat. Kawei stared at the furnace and saw that the scene around its edges became swaying in a daze.
The furnace is too hot, it's a good time for smelting.
However, a strange and unpleasant feeling suddenly sprouted in Kawei's heart.
"Dad, I know we have to take risks. But do you want to throw all the ore mined in ten days into that furnace?"
"Are you afraid?" Klavason looked at his son displeased.
"Of course I'm not afraid. But, how long will it take to burn so much ore?!"
"So you're worried about fuel?"
"a little bit."
"This is the only thing you don't have to worry about!" Klavasen was confident: "Of course our current smelting consumes a lot of fuel. I have already contacted the charcoal burners and everything is fine. No matter how long the furnace needs to burn, we will never
Lack of good fuel.”
"Okay." Kawei nodded, even though the doubts in his heart had not dissipated.
Klavasen imagined a beautiful picture in his mind, that is, opening the slag outlet, a large amount of molten slag flowing out, and what is left in the furnace is a huge number of hot sponge iron stacked on top of each other.
He continued to encourage his son: "If you make a huge furnace, it should smelt the most ore at one time, otherwise it will be flashy. This time, we will try its limit. As long as we are successful, we will have a long future."
We no longer need to spend time smelting sponge iron, we will use our time for deep processing of the large amount of sponge iron produced."
"Then let's get started, Dad."
"okay!"
Following Klavasen's order, the blacksmith apprentices began to line up on the assembly line and began to pass the ore that had been smashed into small pieces to each other.
Standing at the top of the steps was Kamnier, standing next to the hot hearth, knowing full well that a foolish touch could turn his fingers into a piece of cooked meat.
He felt that he had gained the favor of his master. During the entire feeding process, he served as the final baton, and all the ores were finally thrown into the furnace through his hands.
Kamne is almost throwing ores, and every drop of the ores brings violent tremors of the flames and a large amount of sparks spurting out, just like the hiccups of the abyss fire dragon.
A rather long period of time passed. When Kamne struggled to move his immature body from the price table, he suddenly slumped to the ground and couldn't help wiping the sweat on his head with his sleeves.
The situation of other children is not much better. They are all part of the "human conveyor belt". In fact, everyone has touched and moved every piece of ore.
They are children after all, and after a lot of physical exertion, they just want to sit down and have a good rest.
"What are you doing?! Everyone, stand up!" Klavasen stared, frightening all the children to get up again.
"Did I let you rest?! How dare a blacksmith dare to be lazy at a critical moment. Do you realize that laziness will lead to failure in smelting? I am kind, but will your master be kind to you who make mistakes in the future? You are still stunned.
What are you doing? Go and get the charcoal, don’t you see that the temperature of the furnace has dropped?!"
Klavasen's sudden manic criticism made the almost paralyzed children tense up again. Led by Kamni, all the children hurried to the small room where the charcoal blocks were stacked, and went straight to the stove with bundles of pine charcoal.
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"Stop dawdling, keep running!" Klavason put his head together and kept flapping his hands.
Under his urging, Kamni ran all the way, even though he felt that his chest was about to burst. Without paying attention, he fell onto the sandy ground, and his burlap clothes were stained with a lot of sand.
The charcoal protected him from injury.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to be a coward? Kamne, get up here. Your master doesn't want to be a coward!"
The boy Kamni gritted his teeth and climbed up, dragging his tired body and carrying the broken charcoal branches straight to the stove.
A large number of bundles of charcoal were thrown directly into the furnace. Gradually, the Clavarsons, who were watching the flames, noticed a change in the color of the flames.
Because all the ores were thrown in at once, the temperature of the furnace dropped sharply, causing the red flames to sink into fierce and terrifying smoke. Fishing boats on the sea even thought that someone on the shore was on fire.
Do you just throw all the charcoal into the stove and that's it?
Of course not yet.
Klavasen was like a stern teacher. He pointed out the names of the lazy ones one by one, and especially said some unpleasant words to Kamni.
The nervous children struggled to overcome their fatigue. They ran to the idle leather bag blowers one after another, and aimed all four blower outlets at the air inlet of the furnace. They began to work in pairs.
Lift and press the furnace, causing a large amount of air to be poured into the furnace, and the flames emerging from the top of the furnace become more spectacular.
So Klavason intentionally abused the blacksmith apprentices under his command?
Abuse? He, an old guy, doesn't dare, and there's no need.
In the final analysis, these so-called apprentices are not our own people, they are all Rurik's servants.
Klavasen had no intention of harming them, but he still served as a teacher responsibly.
So in the face of his father's harsh measures, Kawei just watched from the side and didn't feel anything was wrong at all. He really responded to his words: "I am doing it for your own good."
This is indeed the case for Klavasen. What he is doing now is exactly the same as Kawei who trained himself in his young state many years ago. He wants to hand over his lifelong abilities to young people who are interested in blacksmithing, and for this reason he becomes impatient in his eagerness for success.
, are all very normal things.
Kamne knew what his master meant, and he even cherished the opportunity to be scolded. Even if he was very tired, was it still more strenuous than carrying a rattan basket to transport ore?
A total of eleven children took the lead in operating the blower, and when they saw the flames gushing out, Klavasen's sullen face finally relaxed, and Kawei noticed that his father was actually smiling secretly.
"They seem to be very tired." Kawei said casually.
"Indeed. But compared to the efforts we have to make in the future, what is this hardship?"
Kawei suddenly had some insights into life, and couldn't help but nod in agreement with his father's words: "It seems that Kamne is very hardworking. He is already working very hard in Ironburg in the north."
"That's what it should be. Haven't you noticed that Rurik intends to become brothers with this little kid? He is really lucky."
"I understand. He really wants to prove that he is useful to his master."
Klavasen shrugged: "All of them will feel that they have witnessed a great moment together many years later. Let's go, Kawei, after all, this is a matter for all of us."
Two senior blacksmiths finally joined in the key blowing, and as many as four leather bag blowers were started at the same time.
If you expect a blower with limited capacity to blow in a large amount of air, then you really underestimate the smelting industry.
The Klavason father and son were engaged in a protracted adventure. Finally, the children fell down from exhaustion. Klavason had no intention of ordering the exhausted children to continue fighting, but the blower still needed to be constantly controlled by a physically strong person.
How to find labor force?
Oh, as long as you give enough money, there are many young men in the tribe who are willing to work hard.
By the end of the day, the Clavarsons had completely become spectators.
The current situation has become a bit strange. Although the ore is still being burned by heat, the people who operate the blowers and throw new carbon into the furnace have all become young fishermen making extra money.
The Kravarson family has already accumulated a considerable amount of wealth. Because of their indestructible alliance with Rurik, the family's wealth can only increase in value.
Forging iron for survival has long become a thing of the past. Watching those young fishermen serving the big stoves in order to make money, an unprecedented sense of comfort really made Klavasen feel comfortable all over.
An old guy with a beard and white hair all over his body sat on a wooden chair, and beside him were as many as eleven children.
Klavasen sat quietly, watching the hired hands doing boring work.
Kawei stood behind his father and couldn't help but excite: "If we had known this, why would we have to work hard? Look at you, your body is almost falling apart."
"Oh, how I want to be young again."
"You? Recognize the reality. You are already an old man."
Klavasen shook his head regretfully: "At least your woman is going to give birth. Is her name Kuzneslav?"
"Yes, a Novgorodian name."
Klavason shrugged: "After all, Lilia is also the daughter of a leader. Well, my grandson will be called this name. From now on, you must train your son as harshly as I did."
"I understand. It's just..."
"Just what?"
Kawei pointed slightly: "We can definitely hire a lot of people to work for us. We don't have to ask them to do iron work. They can do a lot of chores."
"Yes. But my grandson must be the best blacksmith. If you can't do a good job in education, even if I have to walk with a cane, I will educate my grandson myself."
Kawei smiled knowingly: "How can I be lazy? Besides, I'm afraid Rurik will be more willing to educate your grandson, because they are relatives, right?"
Klavasen thought for a while and couldn't help laughing slowly.
As many as eighteen screen fishermen are employed. Anyway, the work of mending the nets is mainly the responsibility of the women in the family. Almost all the fishermen who come ashore will be transformed into loggers or hunters immediately. A family works hard to make a living.
Live a better life. Of course they can amass wealth by gathering people to rob, but plundering is not the mainstream of life, and it faces huge risks.
The hired fishermen received an extremely generous salary promise from Klavassin, and in order to obtain these two silver coins, they had to ensure that the furnace was always running at high temperature.
The work even continued into the middle of the night! What was going on inside the furnace? Late at night, Kawei tried to touch it with a pair of pokers. He did come across a lot of solid matter, and he could really feel the thick, hot slag.
resistance.
The stove still needs to continue burning, even if it has consumed up to twenty silver coins worth of pine wood charcoal, all the efforts are worth it.
In fact, to be fair, all the efforts are not very much.
Until late at night, Kawei felt that there was no big problem in his adventure with his father.
However, serious problems always occur slowly and slowly without being noticed by the naked eye.
Because the so-called slag that Kawei was testing with giant fire tongs was no longer pure slag.
The flames ejected from the furnace mouth are yellow-white. If Kawei had clairvoyant eyes, he would be able to see the white flames in the core area of the furnace.
The key parts of the huge furnace have been in a white flame state for a long time, which means that the extreme high temperature in the furnace has reached a certain critical value!
It's another early morning, but this day it's a little hazy.
Many people are saying that this is a sign that it is going to rain. If it rains, daily fishing work will be forced to be put on hold, because no one believes that their small fishing boat can withstand the huge wind and waves. Even Rurik and his men
Fishing boats now have to consider a passive fishing moratorium of returning to harbor to take shelter from the wind.
The haze can only make the Clavarsons a little unhappy, but what makes them even more regretful is that yesterday they abused their children's strength and forced them to do strenuous exercise in a short period of time. Now each of them is complaining that their arms are sore.
I can't carry anything heavier at the moment.
Krava didn't take it seriously. He and his son Kawi rewarded the employees who still took turns operating the blower at night with dried fish they bought in large quantities.
They ate something quickly, and at the same time, two silver coins of good quality were stuffed into their hands.
Sure enough, the blacksmith kept his promise. He not only paid commissions but also took care of the food. The Kravassins were really good people.
Since the other party is a good person, they are willing to continue doing it.
Clavassen also planned this. Since many people are very tired, the ore in the furnace should be smelted successfully after a day and night.
"The last half day! In the middle of the day, even if your work basically stops, I will still pay you two silver coins. Now continue working!"
Being able to obtain a total of four silver coins so easily, this kind of good thing falls on your shoulders, who would give up the opportunity?
More charcoal is thrown into the stove, and the blower is still running.
It seems that today is still a good start and there are no problems.
A sudden muffled sound caused everyone operating the blower to stop what they were doing.
Klavason, who had closed his eyes to rest his mind, suddenly sat up straight: "What's wrong with you? Keep working!"
"But blacksmith, didn't you hear a strange noise just now?" Someone shouted cautiously. His words aroused everyone's strong alert.
"Strange noise!? I think it's because you haven't slept and your ears are hallucinating."
"But..." The man wanted to prove that he heard correctly, but a new sound suddenly came, and now Klavasen himself heard it.
It seems that it is a shattering sound?!
Just as Klavasen had an idea, a new muffled sound came from the stove. Now he really couldn't sit still!
As for the employees, they simply hid in the furnace out of instinctive self-preservation.
Finally, obvious cracks appeared in the hardened stove. Seeing the current scene, the hairs all over Klavason's body had already stood up!
He stammered: "Quick! Run! You idiots, if you don't want to die, run!"
Klavasen finally turned into a roar, and a group of boys with sore arms around him ran away first, followed by the employees, who fled in panic.
The cracked furnace continued to twist and deform, and finally through the huge cracks visible to the naked eye, a bright yellow light suddenly appeared.
Is it fire? No! It is some kind of unprecedented existence, flowing out unscrupulously like water.
Klavason was stunned on the spot, he had no idea what the thing in front of him meant.
Until there was a muffled sound, the entire stove suddenly collapsed. A lot of molten material was hit by falling debris. Some of the molten material was splashed, and part of it actually fell into the room where the Klavasen family stored charcoal, and it ignited instantly.
On fire.
"Oops!" Klavasen witnessed the hot molten substances all over the ground. They were likely to flow into his home and ignite the entire house. At least the charcoal storage room was already on fire. I'm afraid there was no chance of extinguishing the fire there.
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He didn't care about cleaning up the mess of the destroyed furnace. In the critical moment, he just wanted to protect his family.
Klavasen got into the house and shouted at the top of his lungs: "It's on fire! Kawei, take your mother and your wife and leave quickly! Go to our old house!"
Kawei was a little confused. He originally wanted to say some warm words to his wife who was about to give birth to calm Lilia's nervousness, but his father's roar made the whole family nervous.
Kawei complained a little. When he supported his wife and approached the door, he saw that the stove not far away turned into a terrifying existence that was hot and burning. He was almost stupid! At least Lilia was stunned.
"Hurry up! It's important to hold on to your life!"
Kawei woke up from a dream. Anyway, the stove was gone, so he really had no choice but to escape with his father. As for his own house, thank God, at least a lot of wealth was secretly buried underground in the old house. It would not be a big problem if he rebuilt a new house. Only