In the afternoon, the molten iron flowing out of the mud tank became less and less.
Yun Buliu didn't care about this anymore. Instead, he pulled out the charcoal burning in the kiln from another side door and threw it into the pit for burial in sand.
After all the charcoal fire was pulled out of the kiln, Yun Buliu poured water on the remaining broken charcoal. He only stopped pouring water when the temperature in the kiln dropped.
After sweating all day long, I finally finished this kiln charcoal.
But in comparison, the white charcoal obtained was at least half less than what was expected.
It's just that the iron smelting was successful, and the white charcoal was lost due to the long charcoal making time, so it didn't matter. Especially looking at the dozens of cooled clay molds and wooden molds, his heart couldn't help but feel hot...
…There are iron tools that can be used!
Finally I can use an iron kitchen knife, I can use a hammer, I can have an iron cauldron...
The more I think about it, the happier Yun Buliu becomes and I feel that life is becoming more and more fulfilling.
He couldn't help but ran to smash these clay molds and took out the iron tools inside.
Kitchen knives, shovels, hatchets, butcher's knives, hoes, large shovels, iron rakes, axes, hammers, iron spearheads, large iron ingots, iron drills, pliers...
There are also iron bars more than half a meter long, a total of fifty or sixty, which are completely enough for him to make some iron tools he wants to make. Of course, he still needs to explore the skills of making iron by himself.
Of course, there is also the big iron pot that is most important to him.
It's just that these are just rough embryos and need further processing and polishing by him, such as the three knives and axes, and twenty 20-centimeter-long iron spearheads.
These need to be sharpened before they can be used.
Moreover, next to the large iron pot, there were some thorns left after the molten iron cooled, which he needed to slowly polish and round.
In addition, those tools also required him to make some wooden handles.
He put away the rough tools and iron bars, took them back to the small bamboo building, and prepared to go back and work on them slowly.
Then, he dug out the cooled white charcoal from the soil pit, put it in a basket, and put it in the cave. There was already a lot of white charcoal in the cave, which was enough for him to use for a long time.
As for the black charcoal that he splashed with water, he used a wooden hoe to pull it out of the charcoal kiln and prepare it for drying before putting it into baskets.
These black charcoal can be used to boil tea or stew soup in a small yellow mud charcoal stove.
As for the waste stone residue left after iron smelting, he pulled it out and poured it into the open space in front of the small bamboo building. These waste materials can reduce the muddy condition of the open space on rainy days.
By the time I finished doing this, the sky was getting dark, and the aroma of meat and wild vegetables was already wafting from the stone pot.
In his greeting, the tiger cub and the fur ball soon appeared in front of him.
As for Xiaobai, he still hasn’t come back, and he doesn’t know what he is doing under the lake!
It's a pity that he didn't dare to go down to see what was going on. If he saw a super giant snake quietly looking at him under the lake when he got off the lake...imagining this scene, he couldn't help but shudder.
That scene is so terrifying and scary!
Therefore, he didn't care what Xiaobai was doing when he went to the lake.
You should never be curious about this kind of thing.
It was night, the moon was hidden and the stars were sinking. It was pitch black all around, with no clouds left and no torches lit.
He suppressed his excitement after getting the iron tool and continued to meditate on the terrace, using the method of appearance to feel the free and agile wind that was everywhere in the world.
Imagine these winds lifting his body and traveling around the world.
Of course, this is just his own imagination. What really travels around the world is his spiritual thoughts.
At some point, Xiaobai emerged from the lake and swam quietly to the small bamboo house. His fat belly looked bulging. He didn't know what he had eaten, and his movements became a little slow.
When it swam to the edge of the terrace, it was unable to wrap itself around the bamboo poles. After wrapping it twice, it fell off halfway.
Yun Buliu, whose mind was wandering in the wind, noticed it coming back and woke up. Then he ran to the edge of the terrace and squatted to watch its movements.
When he saw that it was too full to swim back to the terrace, he was speechless.
Finally, I had to jump down, pick it up, and put it on the edge of the terrace.
"What did your parents feed you? Your belly is so swollen like this!"
Looking at its bulging belly, you really can’t tell what kind of animal it is.
He had no choice but to pick it up again and take it back to the bamboo house.
After being sent back upstairs, it sat motionless on his animal skin bamboo bed.
Seeing this, Yun Buliu couldn't help but laugh and shook his head.
A night of silence.
When I woke up the next morning, the sky finally turned gray.
Seeing that it might rain today, he stopped watering the bean and millet seedlings.
Looking at the thriving crops, Yun Buliu's mood was not much different from that of the old farmers he had seen in his hometown, and he couldn't help but grin.
This was something he had never imagined.
How could he have imagined that one day he would farm like the older generation?
In order not to go back to farming in the ravines, he worked hard to go to the city. No matter how hard and tired he was, he gritted his teeth and held on. In fact, there are many young people like him who have gone out from the countryside, and they cannot compare with the people in the city.
, there is no comparison, you can only work harder and harder than others.
Although the effect of working hard may not be much better, if you don't work hard, you really won't have the slightest chance.
Because such a beautiful thing as demolishing the second generation will never fall on them.
But who would have thought that he would actually come to such a world, where even these rice seeds and bean seeds were found after traveling thousands of miles.
It is simply unimaginable that this is such a primitive and wild world!
After sighing with emotion, he ran to wash up and prepare to make wild vegetable broth.
After that, they started practicing Tai Chi again in that open space.
He was still not afraid of death and used his thoughts to gather the yin and yang energy around his body. He seemed to have a sense of stupidity, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, but preferring to travel to the tiger mountains.
But the yin and yang energy flowing around can bring him different feelings.
First of all, it was the pressure on his body, which seemed to add a pair of shackles to his body, making his body become a little heavier when practicing Tai Chi.
In this case, the exercise effect is actually very good.
Secondly, he needs to be familiar with these two energies, because these two energies can derive the power of thunder, which is definitely a good thing for him.
He cannot simply give up on these two energies and not use them because he is afraid that they may cause harm to him. That would be a sign of cowardice.
If he really doesn't dare to touch these two energies anymore because of fear, then he will really have no choice but to eat and die in the mountains for the rest of his life.
Although he didn't mind eating and waiting to die, he wanted to know the secrets of practice even more.