Ten minutes later, the three of them surrounded the pot.
Schiller poured the herbal foam that had just been chopped like celery into the pot. Wanda stretched his head and looked at the bubbled pot, holding a bottle of red potion in his hand and said, "Is that OK? Do you want to add more?"
Strange took the chopsticks made of broken iron rods, put them into the pot, dipped them in the soup of the base, and said, "It's good, you can add some more. Schiller, you can try it."
Schiller poured a plate of crumbs of vegetables and said, "You guys can add spicy food, I will lose if you can't eat it."
Wanda swallowed, poured some red potion in, and said, "Okay, okay, that's it. The hot seeds of this world are spicy than the chili peppers in our world, and this is the hot potion that has been refined. If you put too much, it will be too spicy."
Strange tasted it again and said, "I always feel that something is missing? Should I add some salt?"
At this time, Schiller also tasted it and said, "I think it's a disadvantage. Is there a herb called acetic acid?"
Wanda stood up and took it, and soon took back some herbs with small fruits on the branches. She threw the herbs into the grinding crock and mashed them, and poured them into the pot.
Schiller and Strange tasted the taste again and gave thumbs up. Schiller brought over the prepared semi-coagulated blood and said, "Believe me, this is definitely not a dark dish."
"Of course," said Wanda, "it seems that only Americans in the world do not eat blood products. I still like black pudding, which has the smoothness of desserts and the aroma of meat products."
The two looked at Strange together.
"You guys are discriminating against Americans," Strange said. "I can try it, but I have a low acceptance of the smell. If there is a little bloody smell, I will not eat it."
"It's guaranteed not. My skill in adjusting blood Wang is excellent." Schiller poured the chopped blood Wang into the pot, picked up the fresh herbs next to it and threw them into the pot, and then said, "It's just that I didn't expect your taste to be so heavy. I remember that the surgeons eat lighter."
"Because most top surgeons are rich, and they pursue a healthy diet and light taste." Strange snorted coldly and said, "When I first entered the industry, I bought spicy roasted corn in front of a Mexican stall on the way to work in the hospital. Everyone in the department laughed as an inexplicable poor man."
"They are not aware of it." Wanda distributed the brass plates to the two, and said, "I bet God likes spicy roasted corn too."
"But is it really good for us to do this?" Wanda looked at the portrait with some concern.
The portrait is not hung on the wall, but taken down. More importantly, it is placed on the operating table, facing the passage where the patient comes.
The portrait's eyes were still bleeding, but they all flowed into the passage. Even when sitting in front of the table, Wanda could vaguely hear the cursing sound of her mother on the other end of the passage.
There is a long beak in front of the bird beak doctor's mask, which causes the mask to be centered up, and the doctor's mask is not so tightly tied. When the little boy hit it, the mask fell off directly.
Schiller was energetic now. He stared at the face exposed behind the mask, and then was surprised to find that it was Dr. Foster.
The doctor who looked amiable in the portrait suddenly showed a hideous expression. He gritted his teeth and leaned close to the little boy and said, "You damn bastard! You should go to hell! I will make you pay the price for your behavior!"
After saying that, he took the scalpel beside him, pried open the little boy's mouth, and grabbed his tongue.
Schiller immediately knew what he was going to do. He immediately wanted to manipulate the little boy and struggled, but he couldn't do it at all. Seeing the scalpel getting closer and closer to his tongue, Schiller suddenly woke up.
And within a minute before he woke up, the fireplace fire began to flash continuously and the color of the flame began to turn white. This proved that the temperature was rising sharply.
The ore that had not improved at first began to melt instantly, and even turned completely into liquid, leaking along the funnel to the pallet prepared by Schiller.
The temperature in the room also rose higher and higher, and it became as hot as the heat within a few dozen seconds. Schiller and Strange were almost awakened by heat at the same time.
The two of them noticed the abnormal temperature in the house and quickly pushed the door open and ran out. As soon as the door of the lounge closed, they looked at each other.
"What the hell? Is there something wrong with your stove?" Strange asked.
"How is that possible?" Schiller said, "It is normal to rise in temperature, otherwise how can metal ores be refined? Wait, and you can start casting soon."
The fire in the fireplace was still flashing, and it was getting faster and faster. The temperature in the lounge increased to a level that humans could not accept at all. However, it seemed that there was no way to conduct this through the walls, only the door of the lounge was hotter.
Schiller really thinks this is a normal phenomenon, because before the blast furnace is built, the fireplace can burn an adult in minutes. The blast furnace itself is to increase the flame temperature, so the temperature rise is a normal phenomenon, and it is a failure not to rise.
Moreover, the original fireplace had a large opening to transfer the temperature outward to warm the room. However, the blast furnace reduced the opening as much as possible so that the internal temperature became higher and higher. Therefore, there was only a small opening under the blast furnace for adding firewood.
The flames inside were getting stronger and stronger, as if they were condensing into some kind of monster, but because the opening of the blast furnace was too small, the other party could not climb out, and the burning became hotter and hotter when they were held inside, and the metal was smelting faster and faster.
Schiller no longer cared about the situation in the lounge. He walked over to check the portrait, and when he took it away, he looked at a wooden man who was drawing his eyes.
Schiller widened his eyes and immediately turned to look for pliers. Although the wooden man had no expression, his panic could be seen from his rapid crawling back.
By the time Schiller brought the pliers over, the wooden man had already run away. The portrait's eyes were almost finished, and that little bit was still bleeding.
Schiller threw down his pliers in disappointment, hung the portrait on the spot, and placed a flask under that point. He felt that this kind of blood might be sold for some money, and at least he could make up for the deficit.
The passage returned to normal, but the clothes of the patients sent here were covered with blood, and it was obvious that they were bleeding from the portrait. I guess there was a lot of trouble there.
Seven or eight patients were treated in the afternoon, and Schiller added two ore cultivation equipment.
In the evening, the firewood in the fireplace was burned out and the temperature finally gradually dropped.
When Schiller opened the door, there was still a heat wave in the room, but nothing was burned out. Only the shiny metal balls in the tray under the blast furnace were telling Schiller that his plan was going to be successful.
Schiller walked over and took out the metal tray and found that all the metal he threw in had been refined and the effect was excellent, so he could use it directly without purifying it.
Schiller stuffed more firewood into it, and then got some ore from the petri dish and threw it into the fireplace and burned it slowly.
He came to the operating table to use the clay he had obtained before to make molds. He was going to cast the musket using the whole casting method.
The musket is actually the most primitive musket in the world, and it can be traced back to the Yuan Dynasty. There are too many shortcomings of this gun, but the only advantage is that it is easy to build.
And those shortcomings do not seem to be disadvantages in Schiller. The accuracy of the musket is not high enough, and it can be understood as a version of the trolley with weakened power, but it is also compared with modern weapons. As long as this thing is made, it will be within ten meters of speed and accuracy, and can cause serious injuries with one shot.
Moreover, Schiller actually made a modern and improved version, and it still has some accuracy. It is not a problem to hit dozens of meters, at least it is better than Stark's small broken revolver.
As for gunpowder, Schiller had already prepared it. Not to mention that he had bought out almost all the sulfur. Saltpeter was originally a medicinal material and charcoal was also sold.
Now he can finally chase the trend of time travelers and experience the joy of the top leader rubbing black gunpowder.