107 The following is played passionately by Kelly Kim
"Polu! Your time is up!" Someone shouted at the door.
"Wait a moment! It'll be ready soon!" He didn't raise his head, concentrating on letting his eyes scan the scroll in front of him.
After lingering for a while, Polu closed the scroll in his hand with satisfaction. He put the scroll back on the bookshelf and staggered out of the library. He had hardly slept in the past few days, and he had never slept at all.
He maintained his energy by relying on the injection rod, but the tension that lasted for a week made his mind a little dizzy, so that he did not notice that every time he used energy to restore, the energy of the natural ancient trees that permeated the surrounding space would flow into his body at the same time.
He only went out to eat and drink occasionally. Although he was not very haggard now, the problem of sitting for a long time was still very obvious, which was caused by not taking a shower for many days. Bolu stretched contentedly, although he felt that he had changed.
It has become a ruthless endorsement machine, but all the information that should be remembered has been copied in the brain.
"I made a lot of money this time! The formula I found is almost a priceless treasure! Although it's a bit numb from stuffing too much in one breath, I made a lot of money with the formula of the physical strengthening potion!" Bolu scratched the bursts.
I have an itchy scalp and my hair feels a little sticky.
Leonardo, Leah and Ella were all standing at the door waiting. Ella handed Polu a small bag: "Here, the three seeds you want were collected with great difficulty. No one has collected them for hundreds of years."
No one in the elves needs this at all. If you hadn’t found this recipe, I’m afraid it would have been gathering dust here.”
Unexpectedly, the elf was so generous in providing the seeds Boru needed without even putting forward any additional conditions. He sincerely saluted Ella: "Thank you very much."
"It's okay, we treat you as friends, not just talk. By the way, remember to give us a discount next time you buy equipment!"
"Don't worry! It's definitely a friendly price. Then we'll go back now. We've been out for so many days and we still don't know what's going on at home." Bolu said and took out the scroll that had not been used before.
"Hey! Don't worry! Wait a minute Edith, she's going to get her luggage. She will follow you to develop things for rangers, as well as the promised armor! Don't forget it!"
"Study when you get back, study when you get back!"
After everyone gathered, Bolu released the teleportation scroll. As the world spun again, three people and one elf appeared at the positioning point of Red Mountain again. After Bolu regained his sense of balance, he walked out of the door and looked around.
I breathed a sigh of relief. There seemed to be no traces of being attacked. The roof of the artillery shell production line was still there, and there was no scary black smoke rising. That was good.
"I'm exhausted now. Let's go back and recuperate first. We'll start working again tomorrow." Polu yawned. He had exhausted all his energy after being bored in the house for a week. Leonardo is the only one here.
He was going to the military camp, so the three of them waved goodbye to him.
"Can I build a cabin on the mountain behind the military camp?" Edith asked the two of them.
"Is there something in the manor that isn't good enough?"
"No, it's all good, but I definitely won't stay here for just a few days, so I still want to be closer to nature. At least there are trees there."
At noon the next day, Bolu got up from the soft bed he had been away from for a long time.
When he walked into the workshop, what he saw was not the roaring and enthusiastic appearance of machinery that he expected, but a group of people standing in a circle, frowning around some parts. He leaned against the wall and sneaked to the outside of the crowd, listening.
There were voices of argument inside:
"Why, this spindle shattered as soon as it was put on the rolling mill. It's too brittle! Geola! How do you want us to produce this iron!"
"You still said that you destroyed the rolling machine! Now you can't even use suitable spindles for rolling!"
"What! Is everything broken? I've only been out for a few days? The rolling bed is broken? The forging has stopped?" Polu felt his anger burning, and he couldn't control himself and roared behind the crowd.
"Ah! Young manager, you're finally back!" Smith and Geola, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, were not afraid of him at all. Instead, they seemed to see hope of solving the problem. Their eyes were green and they gathered around him, talking all around.
Tiaode stated the problems he encountered.
"Many machines were broken. We made accessories. After installing them, this one didn't work! It couldn't fit together! The shape was too complicated. We polished it for a long time and finally fit it. The vibration was also very loud, which scared us.
Don't dare to turn it on again. Or it will break after using it for a while." Smith's hairline has obviously receded, from the middle of his head to the back of his head.
"A few cylinders had cracks, and we didn't know how to repair them, so we stopped."
"There are still a few batches of iron that are extremely brittle! We don't know what happened. The steps were obviously the same as before, but then they were all thrown into the stockyard." Geola's crow's feet are so deep that they look like an old farmer in an oil painting.
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"Stop! Stop making noise!" Polu raised his hand to stop the workers from continuing to make noise.
He paused and asked again: "Why don't you go find my teacher Landau?"
Everyone present looked at each other: "We, we don't think it's good to trouble Master Landau with such a trivial matter?"
"It's a small thing? The factory has shut down. Do you think it's a small thing? Didn't little Irene hurt you?" Polu turned around irritably with his hands behind his back.
"What exactly caused these problems? Let me tell you now. Let me name them!"
"Gora!"
"After the furnace became larger, our control over the output of molten iron decreased. Now the output of molten iron is large, but the quality has become unstable."
"Okay, there is a problem with the quality of molten iron. Is there anything else? Smith!"
"It used to be that you were very easy to process the blanks, but we couldn't process them into such a suitable size. They were either big or small, and we always had to rework them to assemble them. Moreover, some of the iron ingots now fall apart as soon as they are forged.
Or it's so hard that it can't be polished, so I really can't find a way."
"That's the most important thing? Okay, I know it in my mind." Bolu felt a headache. After the furnace became larger, the quality problem of the molten iron became more prominent.
When the furnace was still small, experienced craftsmen could handle it. From the current situation, it is obviously beyond their control.
Fortunately, the molten iron used to cast the cannon was the molten iron from the experimental furnace, and then the fried steel method was used. The blacksmiths used a method that the blacksmiths were familiar with, and everyone felt more confident, but the crucible was too small.
Most of the molten iron from the new furnace was used to cast solid cannonballs and cannonballs. No one could see whether these things were smashed on the enemy.
"It seems that the luck in the novice stage has been used up. If I don't improve, I'm afraid there will be a production accident." He thought about it in his mind irritably, and said very reluctantly:
"Stop the big furnace first. What comes out now is all scrap iron. Just check how the furnace is doing. Then you can use the small furnace to make little Irene's gun head. Is this okay? I'll go study it first.
Let's see how to solve this problem. If there is a problem with the product, don't make it. Stop the production here first. Release all the molten iron, or cast it into shotguns. Come to me when the furnace is cold. It's really okay.
Just do it for hygiene."
After the accuracy and material issues were completely entrusted to the local blacksmith, serious problems arose. Bolu wanted to solve this problem from the root. After all, he could not and did not want to focus on trivial matters in the factory 24 hours a day to be a tool man. He pondered while
While walking out of the door, he walked towards Landau's laboratory.
The problem of accuracy comes from measurement methods and standards. If there are suitable measurement tools, can the process at least advance to the early stage of the industrial revolution?
The material is the problem that really troubles Polu. Although the elemental knowledge gained in the practice of iron-making is very similar to the memory of the previous life, there is no empirical method for many parts now, and it is absolutely impossible and impossible to copy it.
If the composition of the materials cannot be accurately grasped, then no matter how big the furnace is, it will just be a larger-scale workshop, which is far from the factory Bolu knew.
"Dephosphorization, desulfurization, alloy steel, and adding magnesium to make graphite cast iron. Well, then we have to build a converter and normalizing and annealing things. If this doesn't solve the problem of element detection, I'm afraid it won't be possible."
While he was thinking, he walked to the door of Landau's laboratory.