Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 390 [Fang Chang's "brain hole"]

   There is never a shortage of good wood in Yunzhongshan.

  The iron pot inside the mold was still cooling, and Fang Chang had already entered the nearby forest and chopped pear wood.

  The carpentry tools in the shed are all made of bronze, but they are still handy and easy to use. Fang Chang used them to peel, shorten, and shape the pear wood to make the cross section into a square.

  After slightly trimming the front end, Fang Chang stuffed the hammer handle into the hole reserved by the hammer head, and then used a few thin wood chips to gently wedge in the front gap for reinforcement.

  I swung the newly made hammer in my hand a few times, and it felt very smooth.

  At least in the shed, the bronze hammer can be retired. Fang Chang is going to make a box, and put the unused tools into a pile after oiling it.

  He took the newly acquired hammer and walked towards the sand mold of the iron pot.

  During the recent smelting process, Fang Chang feels that blasting is becoming more and more a problem.

After all, things like blasting are different from stuffing the furnace, opening and closing the **** outlet and the iron outlet, etc. It needs to be maintained at all times and cannot be stopped, so he always has to use a separate hand to operate, which has a great impact on the smelting process. Big, quite inconvenient.

  Fang Chang decided that if he opened the blast furnace next, he could consider using magic to summon a clay figurine to help pull the bellows.

   But in the long run, you can still use your brain on the waterfall not far away.

   Make a water wheel and drive the bellows with connecting rods?

  Fang Chang thought for a while, but still gave up on this plan, because the place where these stoves are located is quite a distance from where the waterfall is located.

  Furthermore, the waterfall flowing out of Huanhuaxi and Biyutang is not wide, and the place with the greatest strength is actually at the bottom of the cliff.

  He is not going to build a furnace at the bottom of the cliff.

  Because the smoke from the stove goes straight up, it may damage the environment on Xianqi Cliff, so the gain outweighs the loss.

  Or... Let's wind a motor.

  I have mines and there is no shortage of copper, and there are cast iron and steel on the mountain. In the Yunzhong mountain, there are even more kinds of wood, as well as insulating materials such as mica and tree varnish. I can also produce glass and ceramics.

  The copper wire inside the motor can be wrapped with silk woven yarn to make sandbag wire.

  In short, all the conditions are in place.

   Seems like it can be done, it just takes time to experiment.

  But for practitioners, time is very abundant. With a long life span, there are dozens of times more life span than others, and you can do interesting things.

  Besides, you can also write down the history of the hydroelectric generator and electric motor to drive the blower facility, and write a pamphlet.

   In the future, if you meet a destined person, you can pass this record to the world, which is also a merit. Although this merit is useless to me, but... it is enough to make me happy.

   It is estimated that some technologies in the future will become "ghosts and gods teach each other" and "immortals pass the law" in the rumors.

  Following this line of thought, Fang Chang had a flash of inspiration and thought of more places.

  For example, there is no shortage of iron and steel on Xianqi Cliff, and there are coal mines in Yunzhongshan. It is completely possible to build a steam engine. It is also possible to compile this process and its simple principles into a book, and give it to someone who is destined.

  Even the finished steam engine can be carried with you. Anyway, your backpack has a lot of space and can hold it.

   Fang Chang thought, smashed the mold with the hammer in his hand, and took out the cast iron pot inside.

   The two pots have cooled down, but they are a little mottled.

  Bring them back to the Huanhua River, Fang Chang polished them with a whetstone, and they immediately turned silvery white. Although they don’t look as beautiful as the golden bronze tripod, its shape is more suitable for cooking.

  He returned to the kitchen with the two pots, and then went back to the stove to tidy up a bit, moved the smelted steel bars into the nearby shed, cleaned the hearth and the ground, and then returned to the kitchen. He looked at the firepit where the tripod was removed, thinking about how to change the stove.

There is no shortage of bricks on Xianqi Cliff, and they are all high-quality red bricks fired in the kiln—Fang Chang did not build a real brick kiln, let alone a shower pool, and the air flow was sufficient during the firing process, so all the red bricks came out. It is also solid and durable.

  The unnamed hall on Lianya is also made of red bricks on the stone base.

First move all the utensils in the kitchen to other places to prevent ash from falling, then Fang Chang cleaned up and dug up the hard-working firepit, Fang Chang mixed some mud, and built a square hearth with bricks. There is also a small stove, which is suitable for one large and one small pots.

  The chimney was connected to the outside of the kitchen by him, and it was also built with bricks, four or five feet above the roof.

   After thinking about it, he was worried that the roof made of bamboo tiles would be ignited by sparks, so Fang Chang simply used the stored tiles to replace the roof of the kitchen.

   There was a spare bellows for the blast furnace. He brought the bellows here and put it next to the stove.

   That's it, you're done.

   After finishing these, the night sky in the east has turned white, and another day and night are about to pass.

  The rooster crows.

   Taking a breath of fresh air, Fang Chang cleaned the kitchen, and brought back all kinds of utensils and furnishings that had been moved out, such as kitchen knives, boards, spatulas, soup spoons, bowls, chopsticks, water tanks, etc., and put them back in order.

  The vegetable garden next to it was thriving, Fang Chang went to pick two courgettes and a few vegetable leaves.

  There were still ground beans in the cellar, and after he got them, he walked into the chicken coop along the way.

  The brood hen has come to fruition and it is now full of fluffy chicks, all domestic chickens. The old hen also started to lay eggs, and the eggs produced every day in this chicken coop have become convenient, delicious and indispensable dishes on the table.

  He picked up two and walked back to the kitchen.

The newly made two pots have not been boiled yet and cannot be used for the time being. Fang Chang spread out a few pancakes on the previous copper plate, fried some ground bean shreds, served with fried eggs also made on the copper plate, and washed them clean. Together with the leaves, roll them up and eat them.

  This pancake roll has a rich taste, and it has vegetables, eggs, staple food, and oil and salt. It has a comprehensive taste and nutrition.

  The morning sun is very good, and the air is very transparent.

  After eating the breakfast in his hand, Fang Chang sat on the morning class stone and stayed quietly for a while, then bypassed the statue-like boat turned upside down on the edge of the cliff, and went back to prepare to boil the pot.

  Get the firewood, put the upper copper plate aside, and Fang Changyu rekindled the fire in the prepared stove, then he picked up the two pots that had been cleaned, and put them directly on the fire.

After the pot smoked and turned black, Fang Chang poured some soybean oil, grasped the edge of the pot with both hands and rotated it gently until the oil soaked every corner, then brushed the pot again, dried it and repeated this action . All that needs to be done is to let the two pots stand for a whole day and night.

   Come to think of it, you can try to use them tomorrow to cook some dishes that could not be done with Ding before.

  (end of this chapter)