Six hundred and ninetieth chapters East Palace team
Liu Laoshi has three sons. The eldest and the third have inherited his mantle and both have good skills and are well-known as good carpenters in Xinfeng. The second son Liu Tianyang learned to be a mason from his uncle...
The Fang family couldn't help but sigh, there were actually so many talented people in this small village, there were specialized craftsmen for everything.
Fang Erlang didn't need to stretch out his hands for such a menial task as making a bed. He only had to hold a small purple clay teapot and point at it, while Liu Tianyang led his two brothers and a group of servants to do it.
In fact, there is no technical content in the fire pit. You only need to understand some principles and understand its structure. What's more, there are also construction drawings drawn by the Fang family. The shape, height, and length of the flue are all detailed and clear. The entire fire pit has not yet started construction, and every link
It's clear at a glance.
Liu Laoshi accompanied Fang Jun, looked at the construction drawings, and exclaimed: "Erlang's drawings are so good. If we use this kind of drawings to build houses in the future, it will be much easier. Even the newly designed pavilions will not
There would be too many errors.”
He has a status at the level of the founder of Zhuangzi, and no one except Fang Jun can command him.
At this time, the original kang surface had been dug up, and the inside of the kang hole was black and full of soot, which had already blocked the flue. Moreover, the flue was empty straight up and down, and the flue was as deep as the kang was high. It was a hole in the air.
It's even more of a big hole...
Without insulation, heat storage, or air convection, how much firewood must be burned to heat the kang?
Liu Tianyang directed the servants to first lay a thick layer of sand in the kang hole, and then put the bricks up according to the design on the drawing, and then glued them with mortar mixed with yellow mud and sand, and they were built in a short time.
It's over.
Dog holes are more troublesome.
In the past, this place was left open at will. The chimney only played a role in emitting smoke, and did not use the flow of air to fully burn the firewood in the stove.
Liu Tianyang built the dog hole according to the drawing, lit a handful of thatch according to Fang Jun's instructions, and approached the dog hole. A sudden gust of wind blew out the thatch.
Fang Jun shook his head repeatedly.
Liu Tianyang scratched his head, confused: "It's always been done this way. The wind is light today, so it's not easy to get a fever. If the wind is strong, it will be no problem."
Fang Jun was speechless. When the wind is strong, the fire should be lit, but when the wind is low, it should not be lit. Then why should I go to all this trouble to set up this kang?
Rolling up his sleeves, Fang Jun jumped into the kang hole, squatted under the chimney, and blocked half of the dog hole with a piece of brick. He stretched out his hand and tried it. If it didn't work, he blocked some more, leaving only a palm width.
I tried it again and found it to be about the same.
"Light another handful of thatch and see the effect."
Liu Tianyang quickly grabbed a handful of thatch, lit it, and moved it near the dog hole.
A suction force suddenly appeared in the gap, completely sucking the flames inside, making a "Woo-Woo" sound.
Liu Tianyang was dumbfounded. What was going on? Is there a monster breathing hard outside the chimney?
Fang Jun clapped his hands and stood up, saying: "The most important thing about the quality of a kang is the dog hole. Follow the method just now, lay the kang more times, and try it a few times, and you will master it."
I can't explain the principles to these illiterate guys, I just tell them how to do it.
Cover the stone slab, plug the gaps tightly with small stones, and finally apply a layer of yellow mud on the stone slab, smooth it and polish it.
The eldest son of the Liu family, Liu Tiansheng, polished the old kang edge again to make it smooth and smooth, and then pressed it on.
In less than two hours, the kang was laid out.
Fang Jun led a group of craftsmen to the outhouse to build a new stove.
Just after noon, the stove was also built.
Then the fire was lit to raise the temperature. The newly made kang noodles had not been baked for two or three days, making it difficult to sleep on and too moist.
This new type of stove has a large pot in the front and a stove in the back, both of which are juxtaposed. The large pot burns firewood and the stove burns coal. When the big pot is used, the smoke hole from the stove entering the kang hole is blocked, and vice versa.
Put firewood on the bottom shelf of the large pot, ignite it with a fire stick, and it will burn. After a while, a large pot of water will boil.
Everyone was a little shocked. Fang Quan said: "This stove is good. There is no wind outside the house today, and the pot of water boils faster than usual when the wind is strong! And it saves a lot of firewood, which is a good thing!"
Liu Tianyang knelt down in front of Fang Jun with a pop.
Fang Jun was startled and almost threw the teapot in his hand, and asked in surprise: "What are you doing?"
Liu Tian looked at Fang Jun seductively and said, "Erlang, please accept me as your disciple..."
Fang Jun was puzzled: "I'll let you be a hammer..." Then he realized, could this kid want to learn his skill in making a kang?
"It's not that difficult to make a bed, you've seen everything before and after, and you still don't know how to do it?"
"I know how to do it, but this is your craft, Erlang. How can I dare to use it without your permission?"
Emotions are afraid of this...
Of course, there is no such thing as intellectual property protection laws these days. Whoever learns the craftsmanship belongs to the same person. But Liu Tianyang is a servant of the Fang family. If he secretly learns the craftsmanship of his master and uses it himself, he will not be punished.
Beaten to death by the owner?
Fang Jun waved his hands speechlessly: "Come on, you just want to become a disciple for just such a thing? Then one day, young master, I will show you my real skills, and you still can't recognize the ancestor? They are all trivial. Anyone who has learned it can take it.
It’s the same for everyone, or you could just form a construction team to make kangs for other people’s homes, and you can make a little money, right?”
Everyone was overjoyed.
One more skill means one more meal.
These days, no matter what kind of craft it is, it is kept under wraps. It is said that it is passed down from son to daughter, son from daughter, son from daughter-in-law... Therefore, except for the ancestral craftsmanship passed down by one's own family, even if you become an apprentice, you will not be able to learn any real skills.
People in the world would rather take it into a coffin than give it to others easily.
How could someone like Fang Jun, who didn't care at all, not make them overjoyed?
However, when we think about it again, it is not surprising that Erlang even taught his peerless craftsmanship like glass making to several old craftsmen in Zhuangzi.
This Erlang of ours is indeed an out-and-out stick...
But isn't it lucky to meet such a master?
Fang Jun saw that it was still early and there was no lunch for the servants these days, so he led everyone to build a fireplace in the study while the iron was hot.
The fireplace was easy to build, but the chimney took a lot of effort.
Finally, the scaffolding was put up before the construction was completed. I was afraid that the freezing weather would freeze the adhesive mud, so I kept the fire burning after the fireplace was built.
There is an antique fireplace, the pine wood burns and makes a "must peel" sound, exuding a faint scent of pine. Sitting in the large and bright study, you feel as if you are in medieval Europe.
I had longed for a house with a fireplace like this in my previous life, but I never thought it would come true in this life...
Fang Jun looked at the blazing fire in the fireplace and felt a little worried.
Where will you sleep tonight?
Zhuangzi is not big, but there are many people. Apart from this bedroom, this study room is Fang Jun's personal space.
The fire in the bedroom is not yet dry, and there is no bed or place to sleep in the study.
Otherwise, go to Wu Meimei's house and spend the night?
Thinking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here.
Fang Jun was sitting on the bench, with soft footsteps behind him. A familiar fragrance filled his nose, and a gentle and sweet voice sounded in his ears: "Erlang, what are you thinking about, so lost in thought?"
When Fang Jun heard this, he turned around and saw that it was indeed Wu Meiniang.
Is this considered a tacit understanding?
Just when I was thinking of you, you showed up...
Fang Jun looked at Wu Meiniang's charming and beautiful face, bulging breasts, and wicker-like waist, swallowed his saliva, and said: "Well, so and so is homeless, is the goddess willing to take her in for a night? "
Young Master Xu said
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