Song Beiyun

"Little man... I have never been clear about what is a box and what is a cabinet. I have asked many people but they still don't understand. I think Mr. Song is very knowledgeable and knowledgeable, so he should know."

"Haha." Song Beiyun held up a finger: "You are asking the right person. Divide and collect them into boxes, gather them and collect them into cabinets. What is divided and collected? It means to put them in, sort them and put them away into boxes. There is no room for other things in a box, food is food, and medicinal materials are medicinal materials. And this cabinet is to store all these objects regardless of their types. You can see that there are more than just bowls in the cupboard, and not all clothes in the wardrobe. , this is the cabinet. Some people say that the one that opens horizontally is called a box and the one that opens vertically is called a cabinet, which is fine, but it is not very strict."

"Then why is there such a thing as a treasure chest?" Xiao Yu's eyes were full of curiosity: "There are obviously all kinds of things inside."

"No matter how many doors there are, it's a treasure. You haven't heard of the treasure chest, have you?"

"What about the box?"

This little thing is a motherfucker... Song Beiyun took a deep breath and explained the difference between a box and a box from the beginning to the end.

After he fully understood, he got up and bowed deeply to Song Beiyun, then returned to his expressionless bodyguard status, and sent Song Beiyun back to the room.

The next morning, Song Beiyun got up before dawn to wash up and walked out with a hoe on his shoulders, even forgetting the existence of Xiaoyu, but before he reached the door, he saw the little eunuch waiting for him outside. Realized... I have an extra personal bodyguard.

"Hey... I'm going out to work, so you don't have to follow me."

"Master Song, please forgive me, it's my duty."

All right, duty is duty, Song Beiyun brought him to the barracks, those familiar Qiu Ba even teased Mr. Song for bringing a little lady, but Xiaoyu didn't care at all, just silently followed Song Beiyun five steps behind Distance, neither far nor near.

Song Beiyun sighed a few times, then left him alone and started his day's work.Today it is mainly mud-making. The thin mud was spread on a cloth to dry overnight, and now it is all dry. He told several other craftsmen that the dried mud was collected and began to sieve the soil.

The process of sifting the soil is extremely annoying, first with a sieve, then with a linen cloth, after several times of sieving, the soil is as soft as ashes.

More than 1000 catties of yellow mud are now less than [-] catties left. After getting the fine powdery yellow mud, they are mixed with water, kneaded into mud cakes, wrapped in cloth, and dried by the nearby stove.

"When it's too hot, you must keep an eye on it, and take it out when it turns red, otherwise it will become a goddamn pottery." Song Beiyun instructed: "If you burn my treasure into pottery, you can eat army sticks .”

In the military camp, a group of rough men have no culture, and they can’t do without women in three sentences. What they long for most is white legs and tender waists. They get together in twos and threes, and the things they talk about can be described as What a mess.

But Song Beiyun was completely integrated into it. When talking about these things, he didn't look like a person who had read poetry and books, but he was a bastard Qiu Ba.

The little fish next to him didn't understand what there was to say about these things at all, and he was a little bored after standing there for a long time.

"Only you? The ability of a three-legged cat." Song Beiyun suddenly shouted: "Little fish, come here, these bastards want to compare with you."

Chapter 165: September 9th

Needless to say, Xiaoyu's fighting power, those Qiu Ba are his opponents, usually they can beat these reckless men to the ground without even moving their bodies.

Naturally, some people were dissatisfied with this uproar. The most capable fighter in the big camp called was the brother who rushed to help Song Beiyun last time. Compared with the birth, it is indeed a higher level.

However, Song Beiyun saw some clues during their competition. Xiaoyu's strength is actually not strong, he simply reacts quickly, and he does not have an advantage in such a competition. If he hits close, he will definitely not be able to withstand it.

Of course, this is pure cheating, because Xiaoyu didn't let go of the fight at all, his tricks are not fancy at all, just simple life-killing skills, and he must be a master of hidden weapons, because Song Beiyun found Xiaoyu's eyes looking at people It will always stay at the waist, chest, and throat, and there will never be a fourth place. Even when talking to people, what you look at is the position of the carotid artery in the person's neck.

Although he looks cute and cute, his eyes are full of murderous intent. This scary look will be revealed inadvertently, just like a poisonous snake quietly waiting for its first meal since winter after the sting.

"Okay." Song Beiyun greeted, "Stop playing and work."

This voice called everyone back, Xiaoyu stood behind him like a shadow again, and after Xiaoyu took care of him, Qiu Ba and the others became more honest now, and even worked harder than him. Worked harder before.

The soil burned by the furnace has now become hard mud cakes, but it has not yet been made into pottery. Song Beiyun ordered people to grind these mud cakes again with a roller, add water again to make mud and put them in a bucket.

After observing it, Song Beiyun ordered someone to tell that the wooden Bodhisattva carved by a craftsman was carried over, and then began to paste mud on the body of the wooden Bodhisattva by opening a mold.

Of course, this process cannot be smooth. After all, Song Beiyun is completely unaware of the mystery here, and those craftsmen who have been invited have never used such delicate soil to open the mold. rupture.

But Song Beiyun has a good temper in this regard, and he didn't blame anyone. After all, as a rigorous chemistry player, even his most proficient chemical preparation would have an error rate of no less than 20.00%, not to mention this brand new everyone. untouched things.

Finally, when night fell, a mold was successfully demoulded, but according to Song Beiyu's requirements, the precision of the mold must be perfect, so a group of craftsmen sat there and began to manually reshape the mold.

"My requirements are not high, just three points. After the molten iron is poured in, the mold will not crack, it will not bubble, and the size will be accurate. If these three requirements are not met, don't blame me for being rude." Song Beiyun held a stick in his hand on those The craftsman turned around: "If it is done, I will make you happy to heaven in the days to come."

The craftsmen are actually very careful. They all cover their heads and faces with cloth, only showing a pair of eyes, for fear that a drop of sweat will damage the fineness of the mold.

Although they didn't know why the lord wanted to use cast iron to make a Buddha statue, but since he made a request and offered a condition that was hard to refuse, let's do it.

There will naturally be a lot of burr-like stickiness when the wood is demoulded. These craftsmen are like serving a new daughter-in-law. They use a brush to fill in the mud bit by bit, and this patch is not the kind of conventional imagination. Just go up, but take into account the proportion of the mold when it is dehydrated, and repair it bit by bit. During this process, you can’t see the sun, you can’t see the fire, and even the temperature on your hands must be careful and careful.

In short, these dozen or so people were like embroidering flowers, and it took until the middle of the night to fit the double-opening mold together.

In order to ensure that the mold will not be damaged, they applied a layer of plaster on the outside, then tied it tightly with rattan, and finally put the only successful mold into the furnace, using extremely fine temperature control methods To control the furnace temperature rise for mold curing.

For this reason, Song Beiyun really spent a lot of money to buy a master from the official kiln. It is said that when the master is firing the kiln, he can tell the temperature of the kiln just by spitting.When there was no modern equipment, these people were treasures to Song Beiyun, treasures that would never be exchanged for a thousand dollars.

"Master Song, everything is in order, just wait for the grouting tomorrow morning."

Song Beiyun was already very sleepy, but he still sat there with energy: "It's the first time I cast such a fine object, I was still a little flustered."

"In fact, adults don't need to panic, leave it to the destiny."

Ah, yes.These kiln-burning and mining masters are all firm idealists, but Song Beiyun is not, he is a materialist, of course he will not hand over his future to God, how unreliable, but others The craftsman also had good intentions, so Song Beiyun could only smile and agree.

This casting, in fact, is mainly to calculate the shrinkage ratio of the mold, the precision and so on, in fact, can be manually adjusted the day after tomorrow, but the reason for such strict requirements is to let these craftsmen form a rigorous concept in their minds.

Although many people say that the ancient crafts are great, but it was only after Song Beiyun came to this era that he discovered that the real situation is not like this. Generally speaking, many details are not up to standard. As for the degree of detail Well... It depends on how you look at it. A rough summary is that the lower the education level, the better the ancient craftsmanship.

At night, Song Beiyun slept in the big camp. Although he likes to enjoy himself, he is not too tired to cry. Even though the conditions in the big camp are very poor, he still sleeps soundly, and the one who is even more powerful is Xiaoyu. , he sat at the door of Song Beiyun's barracks, closed his eyes and rested overnight, and as long as there was any disturbance within ten meters, he would immediately open his eyes, vigilant like a snake.

When Song Beiyun got up, the craftsman had already taken out the mold and cooled it down. From the pair of half-open molds, you can see the fine patterns on it, even the hair strands are clearly visible. It is not an exaggeration to say that this Song Beiyun is absolutely Can stand at the pinnacle of Seiko in this era.

But... yeah, it's boring to try to make yourself taller than a dwarf. All his troubles now are for creating the world's first "precision" water forging machine in the future.

Xiaoyu is actually full of curiosity, he will also poke his head and take a look at that thing during his free time, and Song Beiyun is a person who likes to show off, he will talk to Xiaoyu who doesn't know anything when he has the opportunity People describe where the mold is.

"If it is carved by human power, it will take at least half a year for a silver and iron statue to achieve such fineness, but if it is done with this method, it will be completed in a short time."

"But... I heard people say that this pouring technique existed in ancient times, in the palace..." After finishing speaking, Xiao Yu suddenly stopped talking, pursed his mouth and lowered his head, and stopped talking.

"You man, don't be so arrogant." Song Beiyun scratched his head vigorously: "This is an improvement of the ancient method...improvement!"

"Oh."

Xiaoyu responded softly, and he raised his head and looked at Song Beiyun with crooked eyes, innocent and innocent: "Master Song is right."

"That's good." Song Beiyun patted Xiaoyu's head: "Now is the moment to witness the miracle!"

The mold was completely cool, and the craftsmen hurriedly put the thing back together and tied it up again, dragged it on the cart and pulled it to the place that Song Beiyun called the Military Supplies Department. There was an iron-making furnace in the past. It has not been opened for a long time in order to repair the battalion's broken knives and broken arrows.

But today, the fire in its hearth is raging, the bellows are whistling, and the iron crystal in the cauldron is shining, revealing a scorching atmosphere.

Song Beiyun rubbed his hands, quietly waiting for the red molten iron to be poured from the grouting port on the top of the mold. This feeling is really only a man can experience the pleasure. It is really no less than queuing up on the side of the road to watch the excavator , the average woman cannot understand.

Except for Zuo Rou, if she could see this scene, she would probably be happy for a week.

The molten iron slowly flowed down with the pouring of the cauldron, and poured into the grouting port according to the angle adjusted in advance. A burst of green smoke rose from the mold, followed by the smell of fireworks.

After the molten iron was filled, Song Beiyun stood there on his feet and watched for a long time, and a heat wave visible to the naked eye also came out from the mold.

"I'm looking forward to it, I'm looking forward to it..." Song Beiyun rubbed his hands together and laughed loudly, "If it happens today, I will invite you to eat mutton and drink mutton soup tonight!"

There are 500 people in this camp. After hearing this, everyone became excited. They yelled and surrounded them, watching eagerly when the mold to improve food was revealed.

As the time passed by, the temperature of the mold began to gradually decrease, but it was still so hot that it was impossible to touch it with hands. Occasionally, a flying insect would fall down and die if it touched it.

Song Beiyun was so anxious that he couldn't sit still, he paced back and forth, and said in a forced manner: "I have sent someone to lead the sheep, if it can be done today, all twenty sheep will be slaughtered for you tonight .If it doesn’t work, I’ll kill you all.”

What he said made the group of Qiu Ba burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was not so tense, but Song Beiyun was still anxious, so anxious that he felt feverish and uncomfortable.

"It's almost there." The master craftsman who specializes in temperature control stepped forward and said to Song Beiyun: "Master Song, the mold can be opened."

"Wait!" Song Beiyun raised his hand and shouted, "Bring me three sticks of incense!"

After finishing speaking, he asked in a low voice: "What god do you worship in Fuliang porcelain?"

"The Vulcan Kiln God."

"Do you want to throw someone into the stove as a sacrifice?"

"It's been... long since I didn't like that."

"Hmm." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "I thought I was going to sacrifice someone, it's okay."

Seeing Song Beiyun's earnest expression, the master gasped, and said in a trembling voice, "Master Song... this is a craft, so don't blame power and confusion."

Chapter 166, September 9

Use a small wooden hammer to gently break the caked soil, revealing the steaming Buddha statue inside. Because it is poured in one piece, and the mold is extremely fine, it is pleasing to the eye even if it has not been polished.

"There are still some burrs, but within the acceptable range." Song Beiyun walked up and circled around the hot casting a few times: "Just a little bit of polishing will be perfect."

Because the cast iron is not so pure, although the Buddha statue is lifelike, its color is a bit poor, but this is not important, because what Song Beiyun wants is not a high-end Buddha statue, but the shrinkage ratio of the mold material.

He took out a ruler and started measuring after the Buddha statue was a little cooler. Compared with the log ornaments, the current cast iron ornaments must be a circle smaller, and the most important data is how small the circle is.

After recording the measurement data one by one, he roughly calculated the shrinkage ratio of the mold after a little calculation. After getting this data, he continued to order people to make a few more sets of molds of the same material. After all, the error value must be taken into account , although it cannot be completely standardized, it should be refined as much as possible.

But how to put it, the low efficiency cost of refinement at this stage is contrary to the high efficiency of standardization and modularization, which is really terrible.Song Beiyun thought about what Su fans saw in some military forums bragging that the Soviet Union could sweep Europe even if they didn't use standard parts and special parts. He felt that these people either didn't understand industry or the Soviet Union, or I just don't know anything, but I can use various search engines proficiently and I like to take jokes seriously.

The replacement of standard parts has been a source for a long time. If casting tolerances cannot be controlled, there is no talk of mass production.

Refinement, standardization, and modularization are actually three things. It is impossible to achieve modularization at the current industrial level, but standardization absolutely needs to be implemented and implemented. The Qin Dynasty already has relevant implementation standards.

It can be said that refinement is a standardized pre-skill, and this modularization is the ultimate skill from refinement to the end.

And the first forging machine as a standard must achieve near-extreme refinement in order to open the era of standardized casting in the future and be able to light up the god-level operation that can complete the entire assembly process with only simple training - assembly line operation.

One thing is actually very interesting. Before Song Beiyun came to this world, China did not light up the modular technology tree until the 80s. That is to say, the so-called industries before were all inefficient manual workshops. This is the case even for aircraft nuclear bombs. It is no problem to take it out individually, but it is difficult to form a system. This is because there is a problem with the unified standard after refinement, which leads to the inability to point out advanced skills.

However, Song Beiyun has never thought of directly jumping this backward agricultural society into an industrial society. That is not something he can do. Pulling it to a relatively high level can crush the level of this era.

It is roughly equivalent to when the opponent just created a machine gunner, he has already upgraded three copies and ordered a fully mechanized army.

So the ultimate efficiency is not important at this stage, what is important is a corner from scratch... No, more precisely, it should be a wormhole overtaking.

After completing a series of records, Song Beiyun finally heaved a sigh of relief. Now it seems that the casting was successful, and since it was successful, he will naturally fulfill his promise.

Soon, cartloads of fat sheep were transported to the barracks. After counting the heads, aside from Qiu Ba, who was in Xiumu, there were a total of 17 people in the battalion, including the commander. Song Beiyun planned to give each of them a share. Three catties of meat.

This nearly [-] catties of mutton is not cheap. After all, although this mutton is not too rare now, there are shops with mutton on the side of the road. Officials can do it, but idlers can't afford it.

"You can get five hundred yuan for a good Tan sheep. Today, my father is happy, and each person will share three catties, and the extra will be roasted on the spot tonight." Song Beiyun patted the table and pointed at the one who was kicked out of the car. Fat Sheep: "Go to the people, let's all be slaughtered, and divide it up, if there are too many, we will start roasting tonight!"

With such a generous voice, the whole battalion immediately exploded. Although the soldiers of King Fu were already the best-paid soldiers in the Song Dynasty, it was not a very good day, even though they were not as hungry as the other Qiu Ba. It's even more difficult to eat meat after a full meal.Now that Mr. Song is eating thousands of catties of mutton, these bastards really want to kneel down and call him daddy.

All of a sudden, the entire barracks was full of blood, and these guys didn't waste any sheep blood, and there was nothing left of the sheep's offal, and the fresh lamb was chopped up with a big axe, and one person said three catties. It is three catties.

After all the battalions were divided, there were still more than a thousand catties of mutton left. Song Beiyun stood in front of the pile of mutton and said jokingly: "I promised you twenty sheep before, but now I have bought you seventy or eighty sheep. Just come and ask your father if he is meaningful enough."

"Master Song is wise!"

"Master Song is generous!"

The waves of flattery made Song Beiyun very comfortable. He smiled and accepted all the compliments, and then called the cook in the camp: "Can you barbecue?"

"Of course it will." The cook glanced at the fresh mutton, sucked his saliva, and said with a flattering smile: "Master Song, I would like to leave this mutton to me."

"Okay, I don't know what you're thinking yet, so you just cook the thousand-pound meat on the spot, and then you can go cut a ten-pound fat and take it back."

"That's great!" The cook happily rolled up his sleeves: "Master Song, don't worry, today I will let you try the craftsmanship of Sajia."

"Hurry up and go to work!" Song Beiyun kicked the cook's ass with a smile: "Don't be lazy for me!"

Today the camp is full of people waiting for meat to eat, so it can be said that there is a lot of people, just like that New Year's Eve, but the people outside don't know what is going on here.

Fu Wang, who was handing over the work, was startled when he heard the report. This mutiny is not a joke, even if it is a big camp mutiny, it would be fatal.

So he quickly put on his clothes, ordered a few generals to lead the people to the front of the barracks, but when he stepped in, he found that there was no mutiny, there were bonfires everywhere in this place, and the fires were covered with iron sticks The fat mutton is sizzling, this is the first sight.

And the second time he saw that bastard bastard Song Beiyun was squatting not far away, directing the cook to roast the lamb, swearing dirty words in his mouth, he didn't look like a half-educated scholar, and because of his It's hot and naked like those Qiubas, but looking at them, they are more Qiuba than Qiuba.

"Little bastard!" King Fu roared angrily, "What are you doing!"

Hearing this voice, Song Beiyun immediately raised his head, and the other soldiers also noticed that King Fu had come. They immediately dodged around with their heads lowered in embarrassment, for fear of making eye contact with King Fu.

"Commander!"

Fu Wang walked into the camp with his hands behind his back, and following his voice, the commander came to him quickly, bowed his waist and dared not speak.

"Speak! Why is this big camp so smoky?"

Seeing that King Fu seemed to have a temper, Song Beiyun hurriedly came forward with a smile, rubbed his hands together and said with a smile, "My lord, Qiantui, you came at a good time, and I said I will announce the good news to you."

"Announcement?"

Song Beiyun nodded mysteriously: "My lord, come with me."

King Fu followed Song Beiyun suspiciously to the Iron Bodhisattva, and Song Beiyun pointed at the Iron Bodhisattva in front of him as if offering a treasure: "My lord, can you see the difference?"

Because the data had already been measured, Song Beiyun polished the iron bodhisattva finely with fine sand when he was bored in the afternoon. Now the iron lump is shiny and smooth, and looks like a work of art.

"Huh?" King Fu circled the Iron Bodhisattva a few times, and frowned when he saw the extremely fine workmanship: "Did you rob a tomb?"