Rise of Rurik

In the evening, the eleven boys, led by Kamne, came back panting with rattan baskets on their backs. The first thing they did when they came back was to find dried fish to eat.

At the same time, Rurik was already together with Lilia, who was holding her stomach.

Since the father had arranged a marriage contract, Rurik naturally became Lilia's brother-in-law. According to the tradition of the region, she should be called her sister directly. In this community where the concept of seniority is relatively weak, Lilia always regards Rurik as her younger brother, and she can also talk to boys who can speak Cyrillic fluently.

Lilia did have something to advise from Rick.

The two of them relied on the steps of the steps of the Novgorod-style wooden house of the blacksmith's house, and under the soft light of the setting sun, they looked sideways at the small stove in the blacksmith's shed and the huge stove that had just finished building the canopy.

"It's a big stove, you see, before the fire was lit, Kawhi threw ore in it. Was it a little too hasty?"

"I'm afraid he can't wait." Rurik shrugged.

"Honey, I'd still love to hear about you in the North. Also, Kawhi..."

After all, they are a couple. Although Lilia is only seventeen now, caring about her husband has become an instinctive reaction.

"What about him at Fort Elronorava? What can I do? I'm arranging for him to strike iron every day, and nothing but this."

"Alas! I'm very worried about him, and I'm relieved to see that he's all right. It's just that the stove is really too big, and I'm really afraid that he will..."

"Burn? Oh, blacksmiths always take risks."

Lilia, however, was not referring to the risk of scalding: "Rurik, I know that when the stove was being made, the child of Kamneh personally got into the refractory ore. You know what I'm worried about, if the stove burns , once you accidentally fall into it, you will…”

"what!"

Lilia immediately looked Rurik in the eye: "It's too dangerous! He said he had to use pliers to get the smelted iron ore out. He's risking his life, but I can't stop him. Rurik, maybe they What you do now is the best way to smelt, but I still want you to do something."

"What to do? Oh, I will do something." With that said, Rurik continued to look at the flames bursting out of the tall stove: "Lilika, I've been thinking of a whole new stove, a kind of stove that everyone would like to see. Unseen stove.

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"Then go for it! I just want my kids not to lose their father in an accident."

Lilia's words made Rurik think of many things. Steelmaking is a dangerous thing in any era, and if a steelmaker had an accident at work, he might die violently. Steelmaking itself is accompanied by huge risks, but steel is the underlying material foundation for the development of human science and technology, not to mention for the Ross tribe, Rurik intends to make his tribe a powerful existence with a huge amount of steel.

Rurik settled down: "Lilia, I think your husband is touching a field he has never seen before."

"what is that?"

"Let's just wait and see."

Lilica squeezed out a smile and continued to caress her huge belly: "The White Tree Manor in my hometown has got your iron tools, and life must be better. Now the little blacksmith in my stomach is about to be born, Rurik. , you are my child's uncle."

uncle? It should be more appropriate to call him uncle! After all, her younger sister, Svetlana, was her father's wife.

Rurik thought about it, they can usually use the same word to describe uncles, uncles, uncles, adoptive fathers and even uncles.

"Oh, that's a good thing, I wish you had a boy."

"A boy, of course, and I want him to be a blacksmith. Rurik, give him a name."

Rurik was sure that Lilia wasn't joking, and he had to take it seriously.

Looking at Lilia's face, Rurik thought of the essence of her pure-blooded hairy girl.

She is a pure Ilmen Slav in every sense. Since she is a Slav, she has to take a name that suits the situation.

"Just call him Alexander."

"Huh? What's that name?" Lilia looked blank.

"You do not understand?"

"Why would I understand?"

Looking at her blank face, Rurik realized that this word, which actually came from the Greek language, or the word from the Roman world, was really unfamiliar to her as a Slav. After thinking about it, Rurik realized that the so-called common names of the Russians actually come from two main sources, one is the characters in the "Bible", and the other is the common names of the Eastern Romans. After all, the historical Eastern Slavs are huge fans of Eastern Rome.

Thinking that Lilia only wanted her unborn son to be a blacksmith, so the name was easy to choose.

"If he's a blacksmith, call him a blacksmith. Call him Kuznetsov."

The meaning of this name is self-evident, Lilia understood it instantly, nodded involuntarily, continued to caress her stomach and muttered: "This name is not bad, then I will give him another word."

"What vocabulary?"

"It's an honor. It's called Kuzneslav."

Hearing it, Rurik instantly understood what it meant, the so-called "honorable blacksmith".

Lilia continued to caress her stomach, mumbling, "Kutya (Kuzneslav's nickname), you have your own name. You will become the best blacksmith."

Can an unborn child really be the best blacksmith?

Rurik was willing to believe that the child would be a boy. He looked sideways at Kawi, who was still standing at a high place dumping ore, and trusted Lilia's expectations more and more.

What's more, in terms of seniority, he will also be this child's uncle in the future.

A torch was thrown into the big stove, and Kawei walked down the high platform.

At this moment, Kravasen, who was already squatting at the bladder blower, was already fully prepared.

"Dad! Start!"

"Good Le!"

Clavasson was old and strong, he pressed down the bladder with all his might, and a strong airflow was injected into the hearth along the blow hole. Thanks to the large amount of air entering, the burning torch began to ignite the charcoal block, and so far, a long smelting kicked off.

According to the plan of the Kravasson and his son, after the completion of the new furnace, the initial smelting of all the northern ore will be completed first, which is the so-called smelting of sponge iron.

Even with a small furnace, the smelting process takes a lot of time. Now it takes more time to serve a large furnace, just to bake it hot.

Compared with other craftsmen, the blacksmith is probably the most patient. Because of their enthusiasm for work, just forging sponge iron, they need to hold a hammer and sweat like rain for a long time. Want quick success? Do not! If the sponge iron full of holes is smashed into an iron ingot, the number of times it beats is probably fixed. Even if it is forged with a waterwheel, the number of forgings has not been reduced.

One word to describe what comes next is boredom.

Do you want to continue watching the show?

No, there is nothing to look at anymore.

Orange flames continued to spew from the mouth of the furnace. Both Rurik and Kavey knew that such a flame color only meant that the temperature of the furnace was too low.

Clavasson has a lot of experience, and now he has learned from Rurik's knowledge that "combustion is a process of violent chemical reaction", and the color of the flame is an assessment of the severity of the reaction.

Only when the spewed color becomes bright yellow continuously, and in this state it will be burned for at least another afternoon, can Kravassen still be sure that all the ore in the furnace will be fired into sponge iron in a bundle.

Rurik returned with reverence for the future.

He rushed to the blacksmith shop early in the morning, and was shocked to see those seven or eight-year-old blacksmith apprentices, holding a large amount of dry charcoal and throwing them at the mouth of the orange flame spraying, and some other children in Kamne Under the command of , work together to fiddle with the skin blower, and every time it is pressed, the flames become more intense.

Rurik caught up with Kawi, who got up early to check the stove, and learned something.

In order to take care of the biggest stove he has ever owned, Kravatsen's spirit seems to be twenty years younger, and he has become a strong and energetic man. He felt that he was full of strength, so throughout the night, the old guy kept throwing charcoal into the stove on the principle that the hearth could not be extinguished.

"Kawy, maybe you should stop him. Kravason is getting old, and he's going to kill himself if he tries too hard." Rurik said it directly, and Kawhi shrugged and didn't get angry.

"I want to stop him, but smelting is his lifelong pursuit."

"And what about your father?"

"He's exhausted! He drank a bit of wine before going to bed. He's doing well. I'll take over the next job."

"Okay." Rurik continued to look at the stove, and couldn't help but feel regretful: "It seems that you will be delayed for a while, obviously there are still many swords to build, and..."

"Crossbow?" Kawhi laughed.

"Yes. To have a new crossbow, to have a new arrow, these all require you to provide the most fundamental steel."

"So you're worried that I'm delaying production? Your worries are superfluous." Facing his giant stove, Kawi opened his arms that were almost as thick as thighs: "This is the largest stove, we threw ten Twice as much ore as the old furnace. It smelts ten times as much sponge iron in one shot! As long as I succeed this time, I'll throw in twenty times as much ore next time. Our production capacity will be greatly increased!"

The truth is this truth, and Rurik is indeed relieved, but he has even greater regrets in his heart. He murmured to himself: "Alas, if you had known that you were going to build a giant furnace when you returned, wouldn't it be better if you told me earlier that we could design a blast furnace together."

For a whole day, the Kravassons, and even all the apprentice blacksmiths, everything revolved around the giant fire-breathing furnace.

In order to avoid accidental hazards, the canopy of the furnace was removed.

In order to keep the furnace burning, during the day, the entire clan's charcoal burners stockpiled goods to the Kravassen's house. To boost their enthusiasm, Kawhi also spread a claim that the Kravassons were willing to pay high prices for charcoal.

Everyone is profit-seeking, and Kawei is also trustworthy.

There is no shortage of high-quality fuel for the stove, but the so-called fuel is almost all charcoal fired from pine trees, which is three times the calorific value of pine branches, and the odor after burning is quite unpleasant.

The calorific value of the fuel has reached as high as 33 MJ per kilogram. As long as the charcoal can be fully burned under high oxygen conditions, and as long as the temperature-locking capacity of the furnace is qualified, the hot sponge iron will react with the charcoal, becoming a never-before-seen, What Rurik wanted most.

Rurik still didn't know what kind of chrome ore could be fired into Kawai's new giant furnace, and he couldn't even tell how hot the hastily built furnace could keep.

He continued to pay attention to the work of the blacksmith, and the never-ending flame of the huge furnace had completely become the talk of the tribesmen, and attracted a large number of people who were slightly leisurely to stop and watch.

Among the onlookers were the ten visitors from Narvik Port who were well treated.

Mordgan the Balmerk and his nine brethren also marveled at the size of the Ross tribal settlement, the large number of ships in the fjord, and the fact that Rurik of Ross controlled the entire tribe of young boys and girls .

They were amazed at these things, and it was not until they watched a fire dragon emerge from the huge furnace that they realized that their understanding of the Rus people was still as pure as a piece of white cloth.

The whole clan hoped that the Kravathans would smelt something interesting.

The ordinary life has important discussion points. Some people think that they throw in a lot of ore, and the result is that the blacksmith can make more swords, so that everyone does not have to queue up, and I am afraid that the price of the sword will also decrease.

There are also people who have a little understanding of smelting. They use their associations and start to speculate that maybe a huge furnace can completely melt iron ore into water just like smelting copper ore.

Many people think this is nonsense, but it is the other blacksmith families in the tribe, who are eyeing the feat of the Kravasen family, and have to pay attention to the legend about "direct smelting of molten iron". Youdao is three people become tigers, they have to think more, in addition, more realistic factors force them to pay special attention.

Just like smelting bronze, a small furnace melts the ore in the clay crucible into bronze water for casting.

how……

If Kravassen's level can already melt iron ore, no matter what kind of miracle it is, as long as he succeeds, the huge iron output is enough to make his family a supporting role in the tribal blacksmith industry.

Lack of entertainment and life, the rumors about blacksmiths are known to the whole city in just one day and night.

Rurik had to sigh that a person was terrifying, and of course he was more looking forward to what the Klavasen family's furnace could produce.

More than 40 hours have passed since the ignition started on the evening of the first day, and when Kravason felt that the time for baking was ripe.

The time is already at noon on the third day after the ignition, and the plan is to turn off the ignition.

What a great moment! At least 2,000 people spontaneously gathered at the Cravatsen's house, and even hundreds of people, relying on their good eyesight, climbed high in order to spy on what happened.

Rurik stood in the best position of sight. He and the front of the crowd watched Kawi, who was carrying a special giant tongs, climb the high steps with unstoppable courage.

"You want to force the sponge iron out of the furnace like this? What a lunatic!"

Seeing that Kawei was stunned to wear a simple leather mask, with dripping sackcloth wrapping his entire head, it seemed that he was going to fight against the heat.

The whole work is full of dangers, and it is very stupid in itself. To take out the finished product after smelting, it actually requires a craftsman to risk his life to take it.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Kravason roared to attract the attention of the onlookers.

"Clansmen! Be careful! The slag that can burn people to nothing is coming out!"

slag? Clavason actually uses the combined term "ore waste" to describe slag.

Most of the clansmen have no interest in smelting iron, and naturally know nothing about the title, even if they live in the same huge settlement as the blacksmith.

Behind Rurik are his close associates, as well as his many wives and concubines. In line with the principle of long-term knowledge, including Carlota, Ella, Seporava, who seem to be very weak girls, were ordered by Rurik to watch the masterpiece of the blacksmith.

After he finished speaking what almost no one understood, he then took one of his iron chisels, walked into the slag outlet that was closed in advance, and began to work hard to dig out the weak point of the hearth.

Carlotta was a little nervous: "Rurik, what will happen next? That man is destroying the furnace. Could it be that he wants to dismantle the furnace? In my hometown, the blacksmith does dismantle the furnace."

Rurik immediately understood the meaning of the girl Carlotta. Yes, Rurik and Klavassen had communicated that they learned that the only way for the Rus people to smelt was to dismantle the furnace to get sponge iron. As for the later use of reusable furnaces, Actually not many years.

"I don't know what happened, I can only tell you that he didn't destroy the furnace."

Carlotta didn't speak again until he saw Klavathon jump up suddenly, and an amazing scene happened!

I saw a large number of dark red things spewing out, because of the pressure, the spouting speed was quite fast.

Thick as summer honey and freshly made yogurt, it was clearly dangerous.

Sister Carlotta subconsciously only grabbed Rurik's two arms.

And Seporava simply hugged her brother Telavis' waist and hid behind him.

"Are you afraid?"

"Yes... a little bit. It feels very dangerous." Carlotta said weakly. At the same time, the entire scene was full of amazing cries because people had seen all the unprecedented things.

What did you all see? It's actually slag

If there is a very apt thing to describe the current slag, is there a better term than magma?

The composition of slag is almost all silicate. Does it mean that it is not magma? !