Todd was a little confused: "You...what did you say?"
Huggins patted his belly and made a eating gesture with his hands: "Didn't you tell Edgar yesterday that there was a way for us to eat meat every day?"
The big mouth hidden behind the man said helpfully: "You also said it would save us from having to work in the fields!"
After giving Edgar a slap on the back of the head, Huggins crossed himself on his chest: "Father in Heaven, please forgive our sins..."
Todd was a little confused about what the other party meant: "But, Master Miles said..."
The man stretched out his hand to stop Todd's words and whispered: "Master Mairis is a servant of God, and concentrating on cultivating Taoism is his lifelong pursuit, but I am not a monk."
"Me neither." Big Mouth followed.
"Forehead."
Todd was speechless for a moment.
Patting his head, Todd suddenly said: "So, I never wanted to become a monk?!"
Huggins looked him up and down, shook his head and expressed his different opinions: "I don't think so? You seem to have put on these clothes voluntarily."
Todd looked at the coarse linen clothes of the two people opposite him, and then looked at the monk's clothes on his own body. He was completely dumbfounded.
That day he just picked up the clothes and put them on without thinking of so much!
Putting his arm around Todd's neck, Huggins changed the topic and began to comfort him: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with being a monk. You don't have to run around for a living, and you don't have to worry about being homeless. It's just like me and Eyre.
Degas, one was a helper of the monks, and the other was a messenger of the monastery. He might die in a foreign land one day, and there won’t even be anyone to collect the body..."
Todd could hear something in the other person's words. He was using the past to remind himself that he was kind to him.
Huggins moved his head closer and extended his right hand to Todd: "Let's cooperate. You tell me what to do, and I'll find someone to do it. What do you think? Do you want to do it or not?"
He wanted to squeeze his head between the two, but couldn't find any space. Edgar raised his hands and shouted loudly: "There's me, there's me!"
Todd looked at Huggins' extended right hand and began to hesitate.
what to do?
Originally, he only wanted Edgar to help conceal his whereabouts, but Huggins' proposal was obviously more reasonable. Because he could not complete the refining by himself alone.
So, should we show them the drawings? Should we choose a more secretive smelting site? Should we reconsider the details of cooperation?
The empty stomach stimulated Todd's brain, and hunger hit his thoughts like a tide. Forced to the bottom line by appetite and survival, he gritted his teeth and stamped his feet. He had no time to think about anything more, almost.
Subconsciously, he grabbed Huggins' hand tightly: "Do it!"
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When they came to the monk's room, they saw the chemical equation that Todd had completed last night and the half-drawn practical design. Although neither of them could read, Huggins could see more clearly than Edgar was watching the fun.
What a meaningful thing.
Text that I have never seen before.
Complex and difficult calculations.
Exquisite equipment.
Coupled with the fact that he was able to escape unharmed after being exposed to the "Sutherland Relic".
It only took a few days for the Slavic man to doubt the idea that "Todd may be the blessed son of God" proposed by Master Melis before, and then to be shaken now.
What kind of miracles will happen to this farmer’s child?
Such questions naturally appeared in men's minds.
Todd looked back at Edgar with wary eyes, and said to Huggins: "Is it okay to let him be here? I don't want to be snitched behind my back again."
Grabbing the angry little kid with explosive hair, the man smiled and said: "It is this little guy's job to report your whereabouts to Master Miles, please don't blame him more. But I believe that now, since you have joined us
Cooperation, he should know what to do..."
Edgar shrank his head under Huggins' "deep meaning" smile and nodded slightly.
Not paying attention to the expressions of the people around him, Todd pointed at the drawing with a wooden stick and tried to explain what was to be done next in as simple and understandable language as possible.
Thanks to his career as a teacher in his previous life, Todd's explanations in simple terms allowed Huggins, a person without any basic knowledge of chemistry, to understand a thing or two.
"To put it simply, the technology for refining silver ore in the Yinhuan Kingdom is not yet mature, resulting in about 30% of the silver nuggets remaining in the waste residue. This method can extract the remaining silver nuggets. Is that what you mean?
"
Listening to Huggins' statement, Todd thought for a while, and corrected a small problem in the other party's words with a rigorous academic attitude: "Considering the temperature in the furnace, the purity of the lead block, and the skill of the operation, it is necessary to recycle it from the waste residue.
The amount of silver extracted may not be as much as 30%..."
The man lowered his body and asked: "So how many are there approximately?"
This issue involves the final profit, and he has to care.
After doing some mental math, Todd gave a conservative answer: "About 10%."
Huggins put on his gloves, smoothed the braid on his chin, and began to think deeply.
The cost of ore raw materials is zero, and the waste residue is piled at the foot of the mountain. You can get as much as you want.
Lead is not a problem, just a little bit of food can be obtained from the monastery's warehouse, and the cost is almost negligible.
The only thing that costs money is the wood and charcoal used as fuel, as well as the cost of equipment modification.
As for what Todd said about how to pay craftsmen, the man did not refute it, but listened to it more as a joke.
Huggins did a calculation in his mind and came to this conclusion.
This is definitely a good deal!
Slapping his palms on the table, the man said decisively: "Tell me, what do you want us to do?!"
Todd stretched out his index finger: "Time, I need time to complete this plan. My usual morning classes and farm work take up my precious time."
Then the middle finger: "Material samples. I need some charcoal, waste residue and lead-rich samples, which can help me modify the plan."
Next is the ring finger: "Supervise the work on the spot. I need to observe and detect the reaction process at the smelting site, so that if problems arise, they can be corrected in time."
Finally, the little finger: "Experimental equipment. With the materials, if I want to identify and calculate the minerals and content, I need a complete set of experimental equipment."
Huggins pondered for a moment and then said: "I can be responsible for the materials. If there is time, Edgar can help. But what are the experimental equipment?"
Relying on his impressions, Todd drew on paper the most basic chemical experimental equipment from his previous life: test tubes, beakers, measuring cylinders, distilling bottles, filter tubes, etc.
The man's eyes lit up and he slowly said: "I know there is a place that has these things, but I need a few days to prepare them."
The morning of the next day.
Hearing the waker's bell, Todd got up out of habit. After a second thought, he lay down again. He thought that if anyone came to check, he would pretend to be sick, so he enjoyed a rare hour of sleep.
After guessing that the morning class was over, Todd put on his monk's uniform and went to Master Miles' teaching room as usual.
Secretly observing the old man's expression in class, there was nothing unusual. Todd finally let go of his worries. It seemed that Edgar, that bastard, had finally taken cover for himself.
After the lecture, Todd asked the master for books and paper on the pretext of studying grammar. The happy smile on the old man's face made him feel regret and self-blame for a moment, but the desire to improve his life instantly diluted this feeling.
After eating a tasteless lunch, Todd was finally able to devote himself wholeheartedly to making money.
This sitting lasted from noon to evening.
The sun sets, taking away the last ray of light from the room.
Looking at the finally completed design drawings and processing procedures, Todd moved his sore shoulders and rubbed his sore eyes, thinking that he could finally rest for a while.
He was about to go out to find something to eat to fill his stomach, but he heard another man's wailing sound coming from the ground under the bluestone slab, and couldn't help but think of what Huggins had said to him before.
"Once every three days, you will get used to it soon."