Chapter 92 The Birth of the Fangjia Engineering Team
Liu Laoshi has three sons. The eldest and the third have inherited his mantle. They all have good skills and are well-known carpenters in Xinfeng. The second child, Liu Tianyang, learned to be a mason from his uncle...
The Fang family couldn't help but sigh, there were actually so many talented people in this small village, and there were specialized craftsmen for everything.
Fang Erlang didn't need to stretch out his hands for such a menial task as making a bed. He only had to hold a small purple clay teapot and point at it, while Liu Tianyang led his two brothers and a group of servants to do it.
In fact, there is no technical content in the fire kang. You only need to understand some principles and understand its structure. What's more, there are also construction drawings drawn by the Fang family. The shape, height, and length of the flue are all detailed and clear. The entire fire kang has not yet started construction, and every link It’s clear at a glance.
Liu Laoshi accompanied Fang Jun, looked at the construction drawings, and exclaimed: "Erlang's drawings are so good. If we use this kind of drawings to build houses in the future, it will be much easier. Even the newly designed pavilions will not There will be too many errors.”
He has a status at the level of the founder of Zhuangzi, and no one except Fang Jun can control him.
At this time, the original kang surface had been dug out, and the inside of the kang hole was black and full of soot, which had already blocked the flue. Moreover, the flue is empty all the way, the flue is as deep as the height of the kang, and the dog hole is a big hole...
Neither insulation nor heat storage, nor air convection, how much firewood must be burned to heat the kang?
Liu Tianyang directed the servants to first lay a thick layer of sand in the kang hole, and then put the bricks up according to the design on the drawing, and then glued them with mortar mixed with yellow mud and sand, and they were built in a short time. It's over.
Dog holes are more troublesome.
In the past, this place was left open at will, and the chimney only played a role in emitting smoke, and did not use the flow of air to fully burn the firewood in the stove.
Liu Tianyang built the dog hole according to the drawings, lit a handful of thatch according to Fang Jun's instructions, and moved closer to the dog hole. A sudden gust of wind blew out the thatch.
Fang Jun shook his head repeatedly.
Liu Tianyang scratched his head, confused: "It's always been done this way. The wind is light today, so it's not easy to burn. If the wind is strong, it will be no problem."
Fang Jun was speechless. He should light a fire when the wind is strong, but not when the wind is low? Then why should I go to all this trouble to cook this kang?
Rolling up his sleeves, Fang Jun jumped into the kang hole, squatted under the chimney, and blocked half of the dog hole with a piece of brick. He stretched out his hand and tried it, but it didn't work, so he blocked some more, leaving only a palm width. I tried it again and found it to be about the same.
"Light another handful of thatch and see the effect."
Liu Tianyang quickly grabbed a handful of thatch, lit it, and moved it near the dog's hole.
A suction force suddenly appeared in the gap, completely sucking the flames inside, making a "Woo-Woo" sound.
Liu Tianyang was dumbfounded. What was going on? Is there a monster breathing hard outside the chimney?
Fang Jun clapped his hands and stood up, and said: "The most important thing about the quality of a kang is the dog hole. Follow the method just now, lay the kang more times, and try it a few times to master it."< br>
There is no way to explain the principles to these illiterate guys, just tell them what to do.
Cover the stone slab, seal the gaps with small stones, and finally apply a layer of yellow mud on the stone slab, smooth it and polish it.
The eldest son of the Liu family, Liu Tiansheng, polished the old kang edge again to make it smooth and smooth, and then pressed it on.
In less than two hours, the kang was completed.
Fang Jun led a group of craftsmen to the outhouse to build a new stove.
Just after noon, the stove was also built.
Then the fire was lit to heat up. The newly made kang noodles had not been baked for two or three days, making it difficult to sleep and too damp.
This new type of stove has a large pot in the front and a stove in the back, both of which are juxtaposed. The big pot burns firewood, and the stove burns coal. When using the big pot, block the smoke holes from the stove entering the kang hole, and vice versa.
Put the firewood on the bottom shelf of the big pot, ignite it with a fire stick, and it will burn. After a while, a big pot of water will boil.
Everyone was a little shocked. Fang Quan said: "This stove is good. There is no wind outside today, and the pot of water boils faster than usual when the wind is strong! And it saves a lot of firewood, which is a good thing!"
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Liu Tianyang knelt down in front of Fang Jun with a pop.
Fang Jun was startled and almost threw the teapot in his hand, and asked in surprise: "What are you doing?"
Liu Tian looked at Fang Jun seductively and said, "Erlang, please accept me as your disciple..."
Fang Jun was puzzled: "I'll let you be a hammer..." Then he realized, could this kid want to learn his skill in making a kang?
"It's not that difficult to do things like making a bed, you've seen everything before and after, and you still don't know how to do it?"
"I know how to do it, but this is your craft, Erlang. How can I dare to use it without your permission?"
Emotions are afraid of this...
Of course, there is no such thing as intellectual property protection laws these days, and whoever learns the craft owns it. It's just that Liu Tianyang is a servant of the Fang family. If he secretly learns the craftsmanship of his master and uses it himself, will he be beaten to death by his master?
Fang Jun waved his hands speechlessly: "Come on, you just want to become a disciple for just such a thing? Then one day, young master, I will show you my real skills, and you still can't recognize the ancestor? They are all trivial. Anyone who has learned it can take it. Everyone is the same, or you can just form a construction team to make kangs for other people’s homes, and you can make a little money, right?”
Everyone was overjoyed.
One more skill means one more meal.
These days, no matter what kind of craft it is, it is kept under wraps. It is said that it is passed down from son to daughter, from son to daughter, and from son to daughter... Therefore, except for the ancestral craftsmanship passed down by one's own family, even if you become an apprentice, you will not be able to learn any real skills.
People in the world would rather take it into a coffin than give it to others easily.
How could someone like Fang Jun, who didn't care at all, not make them overjoyed?
However, when we think about it again, it is not surprising that this Erlang even taught his peerless craftsmanship such as glass making to several old craftsmen in Zhuangzi.
This Erlang of ours is indeed an out-and-out stick...
But isn't it lucky to meet such a master?
Fang Jun saw that it was still early and there was no lunch for the servants these days, so he led everyone to build a fireplace in the study while the iron was hot.
The fireplace was easy to build, but the chimney took a lot of effort.
Finally, the scaffolding was put up before the construction was completed. I was afraid that the freezing weather would freeze the adhesive mud, so I kept the fire burning after the fireplace was built.
The antique fireplace, the burning pine wood makes a "must peel" sound, and exudes a faint scent of pine. Sitting in the large and bright study, you feel as if you are in medieval Europe.
I had longed for a house with a fireplace like this in my previous life, but I didn’t expect it to come true in this life...
Fang Jun looked at the blazing fire in the fireplace and felt a little worried.
Where will you sleep tonight?
Zhuangzi is not big, but there are many people. Apart from this bedroom, this study is Fang Jun's personal space.
The fire in the bedroom is not yet dry, and there is no bed in the study, so there is no place to sleep.
Otherwise, go to Wu Meimei's house and spend the night?
Think of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will be here.
Fang Jun was sitting on the bench, with soft footsteps behind him. A familiar fragrance filled his nose, and a gentle and sweet voice sounded in his ears: "Erlang, what are you thinking about, so lost in thought?"
When Fang Jun heard this, he turned around and saw that it was indeed Wu Meiniang.
Is this considered a tacit understanding?
I was thinking of you, and you showed up...
Fang Jun looked at Wu Meiniang's charming and beautiful face, bulging breasts, and wicker-like waist, swallowed his saliva, and said: "Well, so and so is homeless, is the goddess willing to take her in for a night? ”
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