When Polu drew the topographic map with surprise, everyone returned to the foot of the mountain: "Okay, Irene, do you know whose house is going to open the furnace at this moment? Take me to see it." Although I have seen it.
Design, decided to find a place where the furnace will be turned on soon to see the working status of the actual thing. Bolu turned around: "You guys go back first, it will take a long time to guard the furnace. I can go by myself."
Leah started to wail: "Ah! Can't we go after eating? It's only the second day, why are you in such a hurry?"
A smile appeared on Bolu's face: "Because I really like studying these things."
Leah covered her forehead: "Okay, okay, tell me where to find you later, I'll have a meal and come back."
"I will take the steward to Ironworks No. 3. You tell the coachman to go to Workshop No. 3, and he will send you here." Eileen reported the address.
Liya, who was hungry and in a bad mood, took Tezier and Hick into the carriage and left in a hurry. Irene took Polu into a quite large yard. As soon as they entered the door, they saw the ore piled against the wall.
Heaps and charcoal pits. Bolu suddenly became convinced: I thought you had mastered the technology of the Zentraedi Star and could directly use magic to restore iron and produce iron. It would be fine if you didn’t use coal. It would be too magical if you didn’t even use carbon. Wait, this idea says
Maybe it's feasible? The furnace can't hold it, so I can purify and process the ore first. Polu was stunned when he saw the raw materials piled in place.
"My lord, my lord!"
"Oh, I just thought of something else. Sorry." Bolu turned around and saw Irene standing in front of him with an old man.
"Master Manager, he is the manager of this workshop, Peter." After some formal greetings, Uncle Peter led the two of them into a small courtyard.
"Look, sir, this is the simplified magic furnace designed by Patrice."
Bolu opened his mouth, but no words came out. But he was roaring in his heart: "This is too simplified!"
This furnace is about two meters high and about 1 meter in diameter. It doesn't look too out of place when placed in the yard. The whole furnace is a cylindrical shape with a thick bottom and a thin top. The exterior is made of clay, and it is baked at high temperatures to create a cylindrical shape.
It was a bright orange-yellow color, so much so that it looked more like a fired pottery. It was completely different from the image of the magic furnace that Bolu had imagined.
"How many furnaces of iron can this furnace produce in a day?"
"If the condition is good, there will be two furnaces during the day and two furnaces at night. One furnace will cost about 100 kilograms of iron, which is about 400 kilograms a day."
"In good condition? What about in bad condition?"
"Sometimes the furnace becomes unusable after being used for a long time. The furnace is full of slag, and the efficiency of burning iron is very low. One furnace can be fired in a day. At this time, the furnace must be shut down for maintenance, otherwise the furnace will
It's going to be blocked. Once blocked, the slag and molten iron in the entire furnace will mix together and solidify into a big lump of scrap iron, and it will be scrapped."
"So Hongshan relies on this thing to produce a million kilograms of iron a year? How many furnaces are there in the workshop? How often does it need to be maintained, and how long does each maintenance last?"
Faced with Bolu's barrage of questions, Peter began to sweat on his head.
"We have nine furnaces in Workshop No. 3, three of which are in good operating condition, three of which are declining, and one-third of which have been shut down and are awaiting maintenance. This furnace is broken and its parts have been removed.
Go and fix it.”
"Isn't the equipment availability a bit low? If it's so easy to break, why not expand a few more furnaces? Where is the bottleneck? Isn't there someone who can do it?" Polu frowned.
Peter seemed a little afraid: "The family that made the stove can't make it anymore."
"Huh? What's going on?"
"They said before that there was something that was good and bad, and they really couldn't fix it themselves, so they needed to find an alchemist to fix it. As a result, in the past few years, the alchemists they paid for came several times, but they never came.
It was completely repaired and works intermittently, but it was completely scrapped a few years ago. No new stoves have been produced since."
"Are you here to mess with me on purpose? I thought your infrastructure was complete, but now you tell me it's all broken?" Polu choked his chest and almost suffocated to death.
"We'll talk about this later. Take me to see the production process first."
Peter led the two of them into another courtyard. The courtyard was bustling with activity, which was in sharp contrast to the deserted desertion next door. As soon as they entered the door, they saw several workers in the corner crushing ore and charcoal with sledgehammers.
Finally, the crushed ore was put into a bucket, and the charcoal powder was collected in a small basin. A middle-aged man stood on the shelf on the top of the stove, and his face was brightly illuminated by the fire in the furnace.
"Don't scream, let's just watch it for a while." Bolu stopped Peter who was about to call him down.
Bolu carefully observed the iron-making furnace being produced. A component that had not been seen in the previous yard quickly attracted Bolu's attention. There were four square plates, each 80 centimeters square. There were complex inscriptions on them.
The texture is set up on four steel pipes connected to the furnace. The square plate is slightly glowing with magic.
Luster, a trace of blue halo seeped into this square board from the air. Magic components! Now that we have seen the key components, Polu just stepped forward to take a closer look. Suddenly, a roar came from above his head: "
Don't touch it! Who are you! What are you doing!" The middle-aged man looked at the furnace and jumped down from the top of the furnace.
"Who let you in!? Do you know what this is? Just touch it. Didn't I tell you that you can't touch this place? Do you still need your hands?" The middle-aged man's face was burnt red and shiny.
It was a roar that covered his head and face.
"Geola, shut up!" Peter kicked him in panic.
"Dad, what are you doing? What kind of kid is this? You're touching everywhere, and what should you do if you turn around and burn your hands?"
Bolu was angry and funny: "Irene, please explain."
Irene coughed twice and said loudly: "This is Mr. Porovalier, the acting superintendent of the mining area, an alchemist, and the disciple of Mr. Patrice!"
"Who is it Patrice?" "Real or false?"
"Such a young alchemist?" "If you want to say that he is Patrice's disciple, is it not surprising that he is so young?"
There were subtle discussions coming from the surroundings. And Geola's face turned pale. It has been many years since a serious noble manager came to this place. Geola has been paying attention to the furnace again, and the bright firelight affected it.
His sight completely failed to see Boru's clothes clearly.
With Irene behind him, he jumped down anxiously when he saw Bolu approaching the square board. He didn't even wait for him to reach out and touch it. All kinds of terrible rumors about the punishment of those who offended the nobles kept in his mind.
emerged. Cold sweat dripped down his cheeks.
"What are you afraid of? I don't eat people. You're right, you shouldn't touch the working parts at will. I won't punish you, just keep working." Geola returned to the stove top with an expression of disbelief.
, but his expression obviously did not relax as he stood on the stove top. Polu turned around and asked Irene: "Why is he so afraid?"
"According to the laws of the kingdom, if you verbally attack a noble, you can impose one of the individual punishments on him in addition to the death penalty."
"Isn't that true? What kind of nobleman am I? I don't need any punishment for such a trivial matter. I can just let it go."
"The moment you were authorized to manage this place, you represented the authority of the royal family. When you punished him, you maintained the dignity of the royal family. When you let him go, you showed the kindness of the royal family."
Bolu thought about it for a moment and felt something was wrong. "Then I'm just trying to show off my power, right?"