Chapter 39: Clothing Edict
After the lively imperial meeting in the morning, Horn felt more tired than running a thousand meters.
What the hell is this Papal State? It’s not just a grass-roots team, it’s crawling with insects.
My judgment is correct, there is absolutely no way this group of people can make it happen.
As for Horn's "promise" to take them to Black Snake Bay for refuge, I can only say that my promise does not mean that I will fulfill it.
At this point, Horn also looked away. The matter was over. Instead of regretting it, it was better to think about how to deal with the aftermath.
How else can we deal with the aftermath?
As soon as I thought about it, I suddenly felt that the world was vast.
With Horn's ability to go to the secret party's headquarters, and his relationship with Jeanne Carrie, it is definitely no problem to become a middle class person first.
Every time he thought about this, Horn was glad that he did not fall out with Jeanne.
The secret party often cooperates with nobles and even churches. After four or five years, after saving a certain amount of savings, they may be able to clear their names and come out. At that time, it will not be too late to go to Norn.
It’s not that Huo En is possessed by Song Jiang and wants to recruit An to come ashore in vain, but that in this world, there is really no way out for being a gangster.
It is said to be a secret party, but in fact it is just a bandit alliance.
The living standards of those high-ranking secret party members may be similar to those of ordinary ordinary citizens.
If the secret party was really capable, they would have broken out of Black Snake Bay long ago. Why hide in Tibet every day?
After all, there are many venomous snakes and monsters in Black Snake Bay, and ghost savages are rampant. If there is no other way, who would want to live there?
Using the scepter as a crutch, Horn did not return to the bedroom, but led the way to the courtyard in front of the warehouse.
As for Grampwin, he still had two strong men following Horn, responsible for monitoring him.
"His Majesty the Pope."
As soon as he saw Horn, Recto immediately knelt on the ground, crawled forward for a while, and kissed Horn's feet.
The disgusting touch made Horn immediately withdraw his foot.
Rektor stood up with a flattering smile, standing there at a loss.
There is no reason why he shouldn't be like this. In just a few days, Master Shengsun has been promoted and he is still the Pope.
He didn’t even dare to think about what kind of official he would be promoted to if he was promoted further.
"Stop flattering me, I told you to prepare. Are you ready?" Jeanne stepped forward and asked angrily.
"Ready, ready." Although Recto didn't know why Master Saint Sunzi wanted to watch him forge, he still prepared carefully all night.
Walking to a shed in the monastery, Horn stood holding the papal scepter, while Recto began to be busy in front of the blacksmithing table.
He did not light a fire, but threw a basket of iron ore powder into a large stone jar and poured two large buckets of well water into it, two-thirds of the way up.
Then he began to use a wooden ladle to scoop out several large ladles of potion that shone with a strange blue light.
"His Majesty the Pope, this step is called crushing. Mix dissolution potion and clean water to connect the iron elements together and separate the stone chips. During this period, it needs to be heated over a low fire, and Keep stirring for about four hours. ”
Rektor was obviously well prepared. As he introduced, he picked up a piece of iron from the side: "Your Majesty, please see, this is the honeycomb iron I mixed yesterday."
Horn took it The honeycomb iron is barely spherical, but there are countless holes in it.
Clamping the honeycomb iron with long pliers, Rekdor immersed it in another basin of water. This basin of water was heated with charcoal and was in a boiling state.
“This is a softening potion. When it is heated to boiling, immerse it in the honeycomb iron. After about one minute, the hard iron element will soften.”
Take the honeycomb iron that has been soaked for one minute. Out, Rektor quickly picked up the hammer and began to cold forge the softened honeycomb iron.
After continuous soaking and beating, the honeycomb iron gradually turned into a rectangular iron piece. Rektor immediately grabbed a handful of charcoal powder and sprinkled it evenly on the iron piece.
By this time, Rektor was sweating profusely and without any thought to explain, he quickly folded the iron piece, beat it hard, and then soaked it again.
This was repeated about ten times, and the iron piece that was originally an arm length was hammered into an iron ingot the size of a palm.
Picking up the iron ingot that was still warm, Horn couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face.
He knew that the memories of wet iron smelting in his mind were indeed true.
"Why not use pebbles or charcoal to make iron?"
Rektor blinked, as if he didn't quite understand what Horn was talking about: "With all due respect, your Majesty, if it's charcoal, heating a piece of iron It takes far more than four hours to get the ore from normal temperature to red hot, and the value of the charcoal consumed is far more than the potion.
In this case, why don't I use potion? I am ignorant and have never heard of it. Is it a stone that can burn charcoal?" Horn did not reply. He walked around the stone jar: "Generally speaking, how many iron ingots can a metallurgical workshop produce in a month? ?”
“This is a local medicine vat. If it is like a large metallurgical workshop, it has a reflow furnace, which can smelt 600 pounds of iron ore at a time, and the iron yield is about It’s about 30%.”
"What about steelmaking?" Horn asked.
Rektor thought for a while: "Steel? You mean refined iron, right? It would be troublesome to refine refined iron. It would cost a lot to refine a piece of iron into refined iron."
“Then give me an example.”
“Well, for example, it usually takes five times to refine iron ingots into refined iron. I mean the finished iron ingots, not Honeycomb iron will lose about 70% of the iron material after five temperings.
A piece of 10 pounds of iron material will only have 3 pounds or even less left after being smelted into refined iron, and the cost of each tempering is. Around 2 dinars”
2 dinars is equivalent to 36 pounds of wheat.
“Smelting iron requires extremely high craftsmanship in papermaking. It requires mixing and replacing potions and tools many times. The process is complicated. Generally, only formal masters of the blacksmith guild, or master masters dare to do it.
But the harvest will be very rich. 1 pound of iron ingots can only be sold for 8 and a half coppers, but 1 pound of refined iron can be sold for 8 dinars, which is equivalent to 400 coppers.
I dare. Said, refined iron is the brightest pearl in the crown of the empire’s metallurgical industry!”
Horn did not answer Rekdor’s words, he wandered thoughtfully in front of Rekdor’s iron shop for two days! lock up.
Turning around, he said to Grampwin behind him: "I'll go back and give you a blueprint. You can help me build it, right here, and then help me get some iron ore."
"As you command, Your Majesty."
"Also, go to the warehouse and help me find these things: charcoal, sulfur, saltpeter, bile...I will make a list for you later."
After giving Grampwin's instructions, with a playful smile on his lips, Horn looked at Rector in front of him.
“Three days later, still come to me at this location.”
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“Uncle Madeleine, what’s the matter with the injury on your face?”
Madelan didn’t answer, but just reached out and rubbed the heads of the children who greeted them. He looked up and looked up at the other refugees present with eyes full of longing: "In the evening, everyone will go to the gatehouse and receive a day's rations."
"Praise my Lord!"
“I praise you too, Madeleine!”
The poor refugees immediately cheered, but Madeleine smiled and said: "Don't thank me. If you want to thank, just thank His Majesty the Pope. If it weren't for him, how could the vampire Townley release food?"
" Holy Trinity! Your Majesty the Pope, we love you!”
With a smile on his face, he greeted and joked with the refugees one by one, and Madeleine returned to his little hut.
Despite knowing that many of these refugees were not pure-minded, they secretly negotiated peace with Tangley, only pushing him out as a scapegoat and a mouthpiece.
But Madeleine is still willing to suffer for those who are truly pure-minded.
He knew that many times, the seemingly "evil and despicable" villagers were just afraid.
Except for this lose-lose rustic despicability and cunning, they have no weapons to fight against power.
Stepping into her tent, Madeleine held the belt of her pants.
In the previous fight, Townley broke the hemp rope around his waist. Now this wide belt is much better than the hemp rope.
It’s just that when His Majesty the Pope tied his pants before, he seemed to be afraid that his pants would fall off again, so he tied them a little tight, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
After taking off her belt, Madeleine was about to put it on again when she felt a foreign object fall from her waist.
He frowned, squatted down, and looked at the foreign object. It was - a piece of folded paper?
Taking a deep breath, Madeleine picked up the piece of paper, spread it out and looked at it for a long time before letting out a long sigh.
"Hey, what does this crown mean? I can't read."
(End of this chapter)