Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

There is never a shortage of good wood in Yunzhong Mountain.

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

The carpentry tools in the shed are all made of bronze, but they are still handy. 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 pieces of wood 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.

Holding the newly acquired hammer, he walked towards the sand mold of the iron pot.

In the middle of 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 slag 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 brains on the waterfall not far away.

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

After thinking about it, Fang Chang gave up this plan, because the place where these stoves are located is quite a distance from where the waterfall is located.

Moreover, 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 wasn't going to build a furnace at the bottom of the cliff.

Because the smoke from the stove went straight up, it might damage the environment on Xianqi Cliff, so the gain outweighed 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 mountains. In the Yunzhong Mountains, there are all 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 conditions are in place.

Seems like it can be done, it just takes time and experimentation.

But for practitioners, time is very abundant. With Fang's long life span, he has dozens of times more life span than others, and he can do interesting things.

Moreover, the process of driving the blowing facilities by hydroelectric generators and electric motors can also be recorded by oneself and written in a pamphlet.

In the future, if you meet someone with predestined relationship, 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 Yunzhong Mountain. 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 present 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.

Bringing 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 tripods, their shape is more suitable for cooking.

He carried the two pots back to the kitchen, then went back to the stove to tidy up, 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 didn’t 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 , but also solid and durable.

Even the Unnamed Hall on the cliff is made of red bricks on top of 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.

He connected the chimney to the outside of the kitchen and built it 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 it here and put it next to the stove.

That's it, you're done.

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

The rooster crows.

After 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, pans, spoons, bowls, chopsticks, water tanks, etc., and put them back in order.

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

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

The brooding hen has come to fruition and is now full of fluffy chicks, all house 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 is very rich in 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 went around the statue-like boat turned upside down on the cliff, and went back to prepare to boil the pot.

He fetched the firewood, put the top copper plate aside, Fang Changyu rekindled the fire in the prepared stove, and then he picked up the two pots that had been scrubbed and 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, I can try to use them tomorrow to cook some dishes that I couldn't do with Ding before.