Rise of Rurik

The storage room filled with charcoal blocks quickly ignited into the sky.

A very thick gray smoke rose up, and the people of the sub-clan believed that someone really caught fire in their home.

Lilia held her stomach up and was helped by Kawei to flee for her life.

"Oh, slow down. Your son is kicking me."

"Hold it!"

Kawei screamed, he had no pity, and his tactics were quite violent.

He desperately took his wife back to the old house, spread a leather cushion, and told her to sit down.

Until this time, Lilia had settled down, panting and asking with a displeased face: "You are too rude. Also, what's the matter with the stove?"

"What else? It collapsed! I fell short."

"Ah? So many ore, all..." Lilia subconsciously covered her mouth, not knowing what to say.

In her heart, she was eager to complete mass production of a large amount of brand new sponge iron, so that she could grind hard and soak, and then go to her husband to transport a batch of iron to her family. Especially when she knew that there was a special ironware named "chrome steel", she increasingly hoped that her family members would get one or two.

Married to the Ross people for nearly a year, she is about to give birth, Lilia has never forgotten the mission given to her by her biological father.

Kawei looked at his wife and wiped her tears gently: "It frightened you. Fortunately, we are all fine."

Kawei pretends to be calm, but his heart beats wildly. Those who are more nervous are like those blacksmith apprentices, their arms are still sore, and now they are sitting on the ground, thinking of hot things flowing, turning the pressed weeds into ashes in an instant. They were also thankful that the master's order was delivered quickly enough that no one was injured at all.

"But the stove is gone."

"It's okay. If the stove is gone, build a new one. We are not short of money."

Lilia's newness was a little stable, and her mother-in-law also came to comfort her.

Kawei stood up and looked around, rejoicing that everyone who should be evacuated was here, then turned around and left.

"Oh! Where are you going?" Lilia asked urgently.

"Go look at the **** stove."

"You... don't."

"Don't worry, I won't be okay." After that, Kawei opened his legs and reconciled with his father and started to solve the mess.

Fortunately, the only thing that ignited was the storage room, and my wooden house is currently safe.

Seeing that the hot and piping substances no longer flowed and obviously began to solidify, the tension of the left-behind Klavasen was finally able to let go. When Kawei came back, he had already manipulated the long-handled shovel, tossing over the material that had started to harden.

Kawei whispered a few words with his father, and immediately joined the cleanup work.

In order to make the clean-up work faster and to avoid further expansion of the harm, Kravasson had to resort to money again.

Those escaping iron smelting employees were very scared when they thought that the furnace would burst. They were yelling, "The furnace of the Clavasson’s house collapsed." It was precisely that they were the first to ran back and wanted to know Clavasson. Will they fulfill their promise, that is, give everyone two silver coins.

The most important thing in business is credibility, especially for manufacturers of appliances such as blacksmiths. Not only did he fulfill his promise, he also promised that anyone who participated in the cleanup would get two more silver coins.

At this time, Clavasson doesn't have to worry about the slow cleaning speed.

Some iron smelting employees were carrying buckets to try to extinguish the burning storage room. However, there was still a lot of charcoal stored in it. It became a huge bonfire. How many buckets of water can do it?

The thick smoke became a remarkable sight, but anyone who looked up at the sky could perceive a terrible anomaly.

Despite the haze today, Rurik does not expect it to rain. As usual, he trains his men to fight and archery on the hills. The entire tribe of boys and girls from six to ten years old, they have all become members of the training. It's all because of the fact that Rurik's promised to take care of the rice is really implemented properly, so that every family is very happy to hand over their young children to follow the future leader.

The children stopped everything in their hands, including the girl who controlled the winch to wind the crossbow, and stopped the hard work at hand.

"Boss, there!" Fisk pointed at the wooden sword and aimed at the black smoke that vacated in the distance.

"Is anyone on fire?!"

"Maybe, the situation must be terrible."

Rurik looked around, all the children stared with their heads outstretched, whispering to guess what was going on.

"It's all quiet!"

Rurik's command had enough deterrent power, and everyone fell silent as expected.

"That's it for today! Someone may be on fire, I hope it's not yours. If anyone is unlucky, don't worry! Let's go and go and put out the fire!"

Before Rurik returned to the settlement, hundreds of tribesmen had gathered near Kravasson's house, pointing to the collapsed furnace and the messy scene, but no one personally helped clean up the mess. This is not everyone's indifference. As long as they see the dense black matter actually smoking, no one dares to act rashly.

Rurik and his guys were late to arrive. In the end, the newborn calves were not afraid of tigers. Under the leadership of Rurik, they went straight through the crowd and broke into the scene of the incident.

"Cravason! Unexpectedly, it is really yours. Whoops! The stove?! Where's the stove?"

Hearing Rurik's voice, Clavasson, who was immersed in cleaning up, raised his head in shame, and pointed to a piece of black matter on the ground and the huge broken "pottery piece".

"As you can see, the stove is here."

"It really collapsed? There is smoke and dust, it is actually..."

"It's nothing, the stove collapsed and made a new one. First we have to clean up the **** slag." Clavasson said, his expression of regret made Rurik look extremely uncomfortable.

"You all went back! Go to the cafeteria and wait for your meal." Rurik turned and ordered.

"Boss, you want to stay?" Fisk asked weakly.

"I'd better stay."

"You want to help the blacksmith? Maybe we can help."

"No, you guys go to dinner! All members are disbanded today, you guys go!"

Fisk didn't understand why his little leader was so impatient. I'm afraid it was mainly because of the blacksmith's failure that he was sad. Fisk didn't think much about it, and so did the others. Although everyone was very curious, since Rurik ordered to leave, don't stay for long.

In fact, it wasn't just his own subordinates, but Rurik was also waving his arms non-stop, asking the onlookers to leave one after another. Seeing that he was weak, he quickly mobilized a group of his mercenaries, using these all-day swords and axes to the Russian warriors, and invited away all the onlookers who didn't know the truth.

The tribesmen walked away angrily, and the mercenaries left behind had new tasks.

Jeflo and his guys picked up the long-handled shovel, or simply the draft of the ground planing, and began to clean up the **** on the ground.

"Hurry up! After cleaning up, we will build a new furnace!"

Rurik’s words surprised the Clavassen and his sons. Unexpectedly, Rurik was particularly interested in huge furnaces?

Holding a powerful drafting axe, Jeflo felt that he could cut the still hot **** into pieces like chopping stones, and then shovel it away more easily.

However, the blow continued, although the **** shattered, but it also revealed an incredible metallic color.

Seeing the rough silver-gray section, Rurik buzzed his head, almost all of his golden ponytails turned up because of the fried hair.

What is this? slag? Isn't it?

Rurik walked hurriedly, pushing Evlo away and squatting down, subconsciously touching it with his fingers.

"Danger!"

The protector of Jevlo was eager, he threw the draft axe, grabbed Rurik's waist with both hands, and hugged it directly to the side.

"Ouch, what's the matter with you?"

"My lord, it's too hot."

"Oh, then I really want to thank you." Rurik patted his forehead vigorously, then looked at his little hand. What a beautiful little white hand, although it has a little cocoon. If I touched stupidly just now, I am afraid that my hands will be muddled.

But the silver-gray cut-out section is so peculiar!

Could it be that the things in this place are not **** at all? Is it pig iron? Or is the pig iron and **** mixed together after the furnace collapsed?

Rurik continued to stare at Jeflo's masterpiece, only to see that the section was indeed silver-gray, a color that **** would never have, a color that can only be possessed by metal substances.

"Yevlo!"

"in!"

"Go on chiseling for me. After chiseling out a piece, send it to me. I have to take a good look at it when I water it to cool it down."

"Okay." Yevlo shrugged, he didn't understand the master's meaning, now that he has the order, he will do it.

For safety's sake, Jeflo knocked out a fragment that was a little larger than the palm of an adult man, and when the cold water cooled down, he personally handed it to the owner, Rurik.

"Master, please have a look."

Rurik held the heavy object in both hands, staring at the metallic section, and he couldn't help but think about it.

This thing should be pig iron!

wrong! Cravason’s furnace is not a blast furnace, so how can it be possible to smelt molten iron.

But wait a minute, since his furnace smelt chromite into sponge iron, the furnace temperature should be very high. Ores in general are less resistant to high temperatures than chromite, so it is difficult for them to already...

Rurik tried to recall the definition of blast furnace, so that he wanted to understand that so-called blast furnace, as long as it can also smelt ore into pig iron, it is a blast furnace by definition, and it does not even need to be made very large.

Every pore of Rurik was crying, his hands were sweating, his arms could not help loosening, and the things in his hands fell on the sand.

"Master, are you okay?" Yevlo asked caringly.

"It's okay! Jeflo, take out your axe and give it to me."

"Ok."

Jeflo didn't think much, he drew out his chrome steel hand axe to Rurik, and then saw the boy squatting on tiptoes, holding the axe in both hands at a very oblique angle, hitting the pieces with the axe blade.

In front of the sharp and strong chrome steel hand axe, the softness of the fragments is vividly revealed. It is a small but flat section with an intoxicating metallic luster.

These are finally solved!

Rurik threw his hand axe, stood up with a smile on his face, and patted his hands vigorously.

"Jeflo, do you know what this is?"

"It's slag, it's the waste of their iron smelting. I know this."

"No! You don't know anything." Rurik shook his head and said excitedly: "This is iron! It's called..."

For a moment, Rurik was stunned. He really didn't know how to use a word to describe pig iron.

He thought for a moment, and simply compiled a vocabulary "smeltiron", which is a word that is a mixture of "smelting" and "iron".

Of course, Rurik remembers that modern English and even the countries of Western Europe and Northern Europe have a proper term for "pig iron", the so-called "pig iron". Because the first German blacksmiths in Western Europe who knew how to smelt pig iron, they knew that pig iron tools were used in large-scale agricultural production. In order to maximize profits, they required more finished products by casting at one time.

The blacksmith uses the basic principles of sand casting to make a mold in the sand, the main feed inlet and a large number of branch feed inlets.

The relationship between those branch lines and the main line is like the suckling relationship between piglets and sows.

I am afraid it is the German blacksmith who is very keen on pork sausages. He is associated with processing technology and named his casting "pig iron".

Rurik felt that what he saw was a kind of white iron, which could be chiseled off by Jeflo, indicating that it was brittle. And I really feel that it also has a soft texture. Pig iron is such a complex object. It is actually an ore in a certain sense, but the iron content has been enriched to 96%.

Rurik picked up the things on the ground and hurriedly approached the hard-working Clavason: "Don't be busy, show you something."

"What good thing can I have, my little master." Clavasson paused his work and threw the shovel directly on the ground. He looked at Rurik's bright eyes, his expression full of guilt.

"This is it."

"A boring piece of slag?! Are you mocking me?"

"You..." Rurik was not angry and asked deliberately: "By the way, even if the stove collapses, the splashing **** ignites your house. What about sponge iron? At least those things are still usable when you pick them up."

This time, Clavasson shrugged helplessly: "Are you kidding? Sponge iron? It's gone, it's all gone. God must have sent punishment and ruined my stove."

Upon hearing this, Rurik couldn't help thinking that this old guy was quite pious.

Wait a minute! No matter how pious this guy is, he and Kawei have always been pragmatic. For example, in order to ensure the safe production of his daughter-in-law, Clavasson was stupefied by carving a wooden sculpture to make a sacrifice, claiming to be dedicated to the Freya goddess in charge of fertility. Pray for her to give Lilia's care to avoid dystocia.

Rurik didn't tell it through, he really didn't understand why the Viking goddess Freya wanted to take care of the birth of a Slavic woman.

"Do you think God is punishing you?" Rurik asked deliberately.

"if not?"

"Forget it." Rurik wiped the contents with both hands: "Do you think this is slag? You are really stupid! Sponge iron has not disappeared, it has become this."

Cravason hurriedly greeted Kawei over, because he saw the unique shiny luster of metal.

"What is this?" Kawei asked anxiously.

"It's what you are cleaning up now."

"Huh? Those rubbish."

"Bah!" Rurik said displeased; "This is smelliron. And how do you make sure that the furnace collapsed is not a good thing? I tell you that Thor didn't give punishment. He did destroy your furnace, just because the furnace didn't. Appropriate! What you have clearly received is Thor's blessing! Under the high temperature, the ore has melted! The iron and charcoal have been excessively fused, causing the iron to simply melt."

"You...you all know? Are you sure?"

"Of course, I know. Who do you think I am?" Rurik said surely.

In an instant, Cravason and his son suddenly realized.

"Ah! It's like I add tin ore and lead to copper ore? It turns into a pot of molten material and casts it into an oil lamp holder?"

"Yes!" Rurik stomped ~www.readwn.com~My friend, things are better. Our mountainous areas are full of iron ore. We rebuild a suitable furnace so that we can directly smelt molten iron and cast many usable tools. Cravason, you have witnessed a miracle in your lifetime! You and Kawei are the first strangers in the entire alliance to be able to smelt molten iron! "

After being promoted by Rürik, Klavasen's depressed mood instantly became enthusiastic.

He already understood what Rurik was suggesting, and specifically ordered the working iron smelting employees: "You people, collect all the residue, don't waste any of them."

After speaking, Kravasson turned his head: "My dear, when will we build a new stove."

Things were completely beyond Leuric's expectations. Unexpectedly, the Cravasons magically touched the extreme high temperature of melting pig iron, so that there are really no technical obstacles in the plan to build a blast furnace by themselves? Maybe so.

Rurik settled down: "I've decided. You put out the fire and clean up the ruins, we will sit down and discuss how to make the best furnace. Oh, it should be called a blast furnace!"