Rise of Rurik

A cargo ship from the north, dragging its heavy body, finally returned to her home port.

This is the transport ship that Rurik is looking forward to, and it returns safely, loaded with ore.

As the **** informed his owner of the troubles he had encountered along the way, he naturally encountered the fiercely worded abuse of duties by Gould's sons. No matter, the two obese guys looked at Rurik and smiled respectfully, and started delaying the date by blaming themselves.

Although it was delayed for a long time, Rurik no longer wanted to say anything.

Standing on the wharf, Rurik looked at a group of coolies hired by the Goulds. More than 30 people lined up on the assembly line, moving out the ore piece by piece.

They sweat like rain in the scorching sun, even if the weather is not really hot.

They all went into battle bare-armed, with their strong arm tendons exposed, and they also showed their thick chest hair, demonstrating the strength of a strong man.

"How much ore did you bring back?!"

With his hands behind his back, Rurik looked like an old man, stretching his head to witness the ore piled on the shore gradually turning into a hill.

Under the sunlight, the unique reflection of chromite like black jade is specially made, which fully proves their quality.

How heavy is the ore?

Seeing the deep water stains on the side of the transport ship, Rurik could not help but sweat for its load.

All the ore from the north weighs up to two tons. On this issue, Mechasta, the leader of the Iron Squirrel tribe, is really keen on current affairs. The smelting work in the north has continued. In order to complete the tribute that must be given to the owner as soon as possible, and to obtain more benefits through excessive smelting, they have burst out unparalleled cohesion and action for such a purpose. .

In Mezzasta's heart, he felt that he could coax the "child" of Rurik through various methods of diligence, and at the same time prove to the Ross people that he is also an excellent existence.

The total weight of the ore has reached the level of two tons, and the effective metal material occupancy rate is as high as 69%.

Mezzasta did his best to meet Rurik’s request. Looking at the piles of ore, Rurik frowned. The first thing he thought of was not the strong support of Mezzasta and his people, but Ross. Do the human tribes have the strength to digest them quickly?

After all, even a blast furnace cannot really smelt chromite.

The transport ship arrived at noon, and it was already evening after loading and unloading.

The long-awaited ore finally arrived, and the happy Rurik naturally rewarded the movers with a small amount of money, as well as the sons of Gould, who were praised verbally.

There was no need for the Gould family to intervene for the rest. Two two-wheeled trolleys were already in place, and a large amount of ore began to slowly move to Cravason's house.

The crescent is high in the sky, and countless stars surround the moon.

The magnificent Milky Way traverses the sky, the entire Roseburg Fjord is gray and gray, and the sea waves continue to beat the coast, deepening the tranquility of the night.

As long as one stands on a high place, one can see some lights shining on the calm sea of ​​the fjord. It is the fishermen who fish for herring at night. Now there are too many people fishing at night than usual. It is entirely because the Ross fishermen discovered that they could work with the guys to manipulate a large net and sink it in the sea. The fishing boats set up some lighted torches to attract herring groups closer. Slowly close the net to achieve a catch.

It is the increasing fishing demand of the Ross tribe that forces the fishermen to use their brains to maximize the benefits of fishing with the current level of technology.

The sea is dotted with spots, and cod fishermen can even occasionally catch seals.

A large number of catches will be sold at the beach market in the morning, and no one is worried that the fish caught at night will be in their hands, because the big seller, Liu Lik, has always been always willing to come to the catch. More and more fishermen can get stable income from Rurik. At this time, they are no longer just chanting the slogan "Odin blessed the glorious", but the two sides have actually formed close interests. Community, supporting Reurik means stability in one's life, or a bottom line.

This stay at Rurik did not take a break early, and Haibo's voice was completely covered by the noise of the Clavasson's house. A very important beneficiation work was carried out under the auspices of Rurik.

"You good hammers and chisels, try to cut the ore into cubes. Remember! Complete ten, reward one silver coin!"

Rurik gave orders to the mercenaries, and everyone was very happy to be able to get an extra amount of money.

The bonfire plays the role of lighting. A large number of herring skewered are inserted near the bonfire. At the back end, there are mercenaries who sit cross-legged on the ground and hold tools to process ores.

The order has been issued, and the only thing left is to witness their completion, which may not be a long process.

Rurik sat on the carved wooden steps of Clavason's house, with Kawei as the overseer remembered by his side.

The occasional cold wind from the north added a touch of coolness to the hot scene, and made the sweaty mercenaries a little calmer.

"Hey, are you serious?" Cavill smashed Rurik next to him.

"What's wrong? Something?"

"That thing you arranged for my father to do. Do you want to cast a pot? Are you serious?"

"Why not?" Rurik shrugged. "The bronze pots in the longhouse of the priest must have been cast by your father."

"Yes it is."

"Then what's your question?"

"I..." How could Kawei think about the brand-new problem facing his family? After all, it is smelting molten iron and casting it directly. Whether it succeeds or not, it is unprecedented.

Kawei thinks about it again: "Pour an iron pot, do you use it to cook food?"

Listen, Rurik wanted to laugh a little. He gently covered his mouth, covering his slightly grinning mouth.

"I thought you planned to cast tools from the beginning. I didn't expect you to plan to make cooking utensils. Since you are cooking food, pottery is enough."

"Oh, you don't understand this. Listen, it's either cooking or roasting. I want to change my taste. Maybe a wok can help me fulfill my dream. I hope your father can succeed."

Seeing Rurik deliberately show off like this, Kawei didn't say much.

"That's right." Rurik pounded the people around him again: "To cast a larger hemispherical pot, he can make the mold ready."

"Are you worried about his skills?" Kawei looked down at it.

"I...a little bit worried."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about this alone. My father can make very good clay masks, he can make all kinds of complex shapes. Maybe you noticed some bronze statues of gods in the long room of the priest."

"I know this." Rurik raised his head suddenly: "Could he also do those?"

"He did it when he was young. Carved the wood first, pressed the mold in the clay block, and finally hardened the clay. I think you must know how smart you are."

Rurik nodded. Although this is a bit different from sand casting, since Kravasson really used a set of primitive skills to cast many bronzes with more complex textures, he must have made a cast iron pot mold.

Rurik did not personally pay attention to Kravassen’s work. Just because of the heavy task, this old guy took Rurik’s request and gathered together with several potters of the tribe and four other blacksmiths to study how to make The mold is made out. They have already started making it, and for a while, Kravasson can't even think about taking a good rest.

It is really a long process to sort and chisel the ore and hardly chisel the chromite into practical refractory bricks.

Rurik simply stayed overnight at Cravason's house, and the mercenaries worked late.

The hard work paid off. When the early morning Rurik was awakened by Kawei, a sigh of relief instantly dispelled Rurik's gas of getting up.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes vigorously, Rurik walked out of the woodcut and saw a kind of mercenary under his command, with dark circles under their eyes and torn skin on their hands, which fully demonstrated how hard they had gone through.

"Everything is done?"

Although Jeflo felt that his job as a stonemason was fantastic, he took his brothers to fulfill the master's request.

He respectfully approached Rurik: "My lord, it's all done, as you can see."

With a glimpse of Rurik's eyes, he saw that the various ores that were once formed are now square, piled on top of each other, like low dark black bricks. He stepped forward and touched it with his hands, feeling its rough texture and regular edges and corners.

"the host…"

"Okay." Rurik let out a long sigh of relief, "After a long wait, the ore finally arrived. You are not ashamed of my loyal fighters, and finished the processing of the ore in one night."

"The next step is to stuff them into the stove?" Evlo asked.

"Exactly. But this job doesn't require you anymore. Go and rest. I will arrange for a short warrior to help me do this."

The refractory bricks Rurik wanted had been carved, and it was a technical task to stuff them into the furnace.

For a moment, he even felt that he had acted too hastily. After all, the current situation of the Rus tribe was not so severe that it had to be cast with cast iron to make tools. Traditional sponge iron forging processing was already sufficient.

Maybe you need to wait for the refractory bricks to be ready before you build the furnace.

The furnace was completed ahead of schedule, and only one step of incineration and hardening was missing.

The furnace mouth is deliberately designed to be narrow, and now who can get into the black hole furnace and act as a "refractory brick laying staff"?

An even more suitable person was ordered by Rurik. He was no one else but Kamnier, who was only eight years old!

Camnier, who arrived in Roseburg, has spent nearly a year in his new home. Thanks to good food, it was once severely malnourished and wasted like firewood, but now it has become a little stronger.

To make great contributions to his master, benefactor, and master, Kamnier feels that this is his endless glory.

A thick hemp rope went deep into the black hole of the furnace, and Kamnier, like a monkey, slid down the rope.

The inside of the furnace was dark, but with a torch standing inside, the situation changed.

Leuric lay on the slightly hardened clay and shouted towards the entrance of the cave: "Camnier! The ores are arranged neatly against the wall of the furnace. There can be no exposed, otherwise the furnace will collapse!"

"My lord, I understand!" Kamnier raised his head and looked at the only bright "patio", and his heart had been struggling with claustrophobia.

At the beginning, energetic mercenaries with long arms handed the ore to Kamnier in the furnace one by one, and the child began to pile nervously in accordance with the agreement with Rurik.

There is no need to worry about the lack of oxygen in the furnace. He put up refractory bricks while enduring the sweat from his forehead, and a strong air flow suddenly spurted from the wall, and the fresh air from the outside world was constantly pouring in.

It was two mercenaries operating the centrifugal blower. The two were not involved in the early morning work. Their only purpose of recharging their energy is now desperately.

The boy's heart suddenly became excited, even if he struggled to pick up the forging hammer, he also understood the importance of blasting during smelting. At this moment, he felt that he was standing on the position of the ore, feeling the strong wind blowing in the furnace, and the subconscious association when smelting occurred, how vigorous and vigorous the furnace was.

The piles of chrome ore got higher and higher, and finally Kamnier had to step on the thrown wooden stakes and lay the ore to a very high position.

During the smelting, the highest temperature is the hearth and bottom of the furnace, and Kamnier was ordered to stack two layers of chrome ore.

From morning to evening, Kamnier was pulled up to eat and rest at noon. Even so, when Kamni faced the sunset again, he almost collapsed.

Rurik a bit blamed himself for treating the servant he had to focus on, like a tool that could be thrown away at any time. But looking at Kamnier's expression, the child was all dirty, and his haggard face was squeezing a proud smile.

"Should we start next?" Kawei asked confidently.

"Let's start! Even if it's night, we have to start!"

"Good Le!"

Rurik nodded vigorously, and immediately ordered Jevlo and others who had recovered after a day break: "You take your brothers to help Kawei, and he asks you to do whatever you want."

In fact, Jeflo is full of yearning for a furnace that can completely smelt iron ore. He does not feel that he is just an outsider who is ordered to take money to do things, but a participant in great work.

Performing molten iron casting like casting bronze, such a miraculous thing Jeflo had never thought of. What now? I am afraid that a miracle will happen in a few days.

A large amount of charcoal began to pile up in the hearth, and a large amount of charcoal was also piled on the outside.

The stove disappeared, replaced by a huge tower of oil charcoal stacked under the night.

After learning from the previous experience, the furnace was rebuilt on the ruins, but it was far away from Cravason's home.

In order to prevent the furnace from collapsing and causing a big fire, a circular trench was dug around the furnace to avoid the most extreme conditions.

It was late at night, and this staying night Rick had been staring with bloodshot blue eyes. He quietly put on his ferret coat and sat quietly on a wooden stake, watching them finish the final charcoal stack. .

Kawei, with a clean face, was already covered in toner, and he approached Rurik with enthusiasm: "The rest is just a fire. Would you like to light it?"

"Okay! I'll spread a fire."

Saying that Rick stood up immediately, and the exhaustion seemed to disappear in an instant.

After a while, a heavy torch soaked in rosin burned violently in Rurik's hand.

Beside him, Kawei and mercenaries were booing one after another, as if lighting a bonfire could make everyone's soul sublime.

Rurik looked around again, and looked at the dark stove with firm eyes: "Countless charcoal is stacked here, let it burn!"

He lost the strength of his whole body to throw the torch, and the dry charcoal began to burn gradually.

At the beginning, only the torch continued to burn, gradually igniting the nearby carbon, and the fire became more and more intense, and finally became a big fire.

The mercenaries immediately began to roar, along with Kawei's mad roar, his hideous face was fully exposed under the shining flames.

Many people's dreams were awakened, and the skyrocketing fire began to attract the attention of some nervous people. They wanted to see what was going on, and soon realized that the large furnace made by the Clavassen family at the request of Rurik had finally begun the legendary "hardening work".

In the beginning, everyone was really rare and weird. It was true that they had to stop and watch for a while when faced with the largest bonfire they had ever seen in their lives.

Who would have thought, this fire burned for five days! In order to harden a huge furnace, the charcoal just used is not countable, and the cost is definitely not low.

Rurik did spend a lot of money on a stove, and it was all worth it.

The fire that lasted for five days made the people of the tribe eccentric, and the time has entered the August wind.

When the bonfire was gone, the blackened hard stove had fulfilled Rurik's dream of an earthen blast furnace, and he even felt that his masterpiece was of very good quality.