Chapter 295 The output of the mortar workshop
“Puff, puff, puff——”
The tank of the Holy Wheel Pumping Machine emitted streams of black smelly water, and the Qiumu Island Mire The water level in the ground slowly dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Walking on the road leading to Qiumu Island, Horn looked in both directions.
The formerly barren wilderness is now filled with lycanthropic laborers and local villagers.
There is already a large amount of abandoned land on Qiumu Island, and it can be cultivated again simply by removing the bushes and tree roots in the land.
However, the soil on Qiumu Island has been gradually acidifying for a long time, so you can see that someone is constantly throwing lime behind to change the acidity of the soil.
Martin, who followed Horn, stared curiously at the scenes of lycanthropes and humans on both sides coexisting peacefully.
He really did not expect that there was such a paradise in this black bone swamp.
Bypassing several mounds, the guide leading the way suddenly walked to one side and walked onto the muddy ground next to the road.
"What's wrong? Why the sudden detour?"
"Your Majesty, the road is being built ahead."
Following the crowd, Martin's eyes were fixed on the ground beside him.
Nearly a hundred lycanthropes and local villagers used wooden buckets to pour gravel into the dug tunnel, picked up the cart, and poured half of the cart's mortar into it.
Then the beast-turned-humans then pushed in nearly a hundred stones the size of human heads and piled them on the mixture of mortar and stones.
Continuing forward for a while, there were seven or eight alchemists standing on the roadside, constantly throwing iron powder and using alchemical rituals to catalyze it to dry quickly.
It is said to be quick-drying, but it still takes four or five days to truly dry.
Seeing Horn's arrival, Witte, who was directing the construction, came to Horn wearing an iron helmet and stumbling.
"Your Majesty."
"Is this road you want to build?" Horn pointed with his riding crop at the mortar road being built next to him.
"Yes, I think the road hardening inside the city is passable, but it is difficult to transport goods to the dock."
"Talk to me."
"We plan to build the main trunk The road is 1,000 meters long and 8 meters wide. The estimated project volume is 3,200 square meters, using 658.3 tons of mortar, 914.2 tons of sand, and 1,828.5 tons of stone.”
Horn paused as he advanced, and he turned his head. Witte asked: "What is the current output of our mortar workshop?"
Witt turned his eyes to Sakis aside, and Sakis replied fluently: "The mortar workshop is based on a crucible. Groups, 3 alchemists per crucible, currently 10 crucibles.
Each crucible can produce 8 tons per day. If the raw materials are sufficient, the total daily output of 10 crucibles is 80 tons, which is 2,400 tons per month. "
"How much? "Horn hasn't spoken yet, but Martin on the side shouted.
Since Kasha County borders Black Snake Bay, mortar transportation is very cheap, and Martin knows it somewhat.
In his memory, the normal output of a mortar workshop is 1-2 tons per day, and about 700 tons per month for 10 workshops.
How do they do it? br>
Martin asked Horn directly without keeping this question in his heart.
“Because they use a small workshop model. Everyone does all the processes together. There is always someone waiting, and there is never enough people.” Horn poked a small hole in the mortar floor with his hand, “Every day we There are dedicated people responsible for each process, and the warlock only needs to think about how to make cement faster and better."
Seeing that Martin didn't understand, Horn just smiled: " I’ll take you to visit later and you’ll know... Hey, you know a lot about this mortar, right?”
“Yes, we often use mortar as a building material over there, and Black Snake Bay is here. The price is very cheap.”
“How much does a ton of mortar cost?” Martin scratched his head, obviously he didn’t know anything about these mundane matters that were too close to life, or should his companions. The voice said: "It depends on the situation. When it is expensive, it costs 80 dinars per ton, and when it is cheap, it only costs 40 dinars."
So based on the median of 60 dinars, 2,400 tons is 144,000 dinars, which is 1,200 gold pounds when converted into gold pounds.
If Horn's mortar workshop can be sold to outsiders, after deducting labor and material costs, the monthly net profit will be about 900 gold pounds.
At present, this number can only meet domestic demand rather than external demand. There is currently a backlog of nearly 1,800 tons of mortar in the warehouse.
“However, since the war monks have returned home one after another, our mortar orders have increased significantly.” Sakis explained.
Horn could probably guess the reason. After obtaining a large amount of loot and money on the battlefield, the war monks were eager to live in better houses.
If you want to build a house, mortar that is close and cheap is a good choice.
When we came to the edge of the Mechanical Palace, we stood on the hillside and looked towards the town. The ruins on the edge of the town were much less visible to the naked eye.
As for the hastily repaired Insula apartments, the residents have spontaneously renovated them.
Several war monks followed the priests of the prayer house, measuring the land in the ruins, and seemed to be preparing to build houses.
Four months ago, this place was in ruins. Four months later, it has become a vibrant town.
"Sir Martin, go live in the small town first, and I will go to the Mechanical Palace."
After bidding farewell to Martin, Horn shook the reins and quickly arrived in front of the Mechanical Palace.
Looking inside through the gap in the door under the gable wall, Horn could also see a figure sitting in a wheelchair.
"Silof." Horn threw the whip and reins to the groom holding the horse at the side, and strode into the Mechanical Palace.
The originally drooped head suddenly lifted up. Although Horn couldn't see the emotion on that expressionless face, it could be seen from her erect ears and tail that turned like a propeller.
Putting the book on her knees, Shilov turned the wheelchair quickly, as if she wanted to pounce on Horn.
But after getting closer, Shilov squeezed the rim of his hand and braked abruptly, stopping in front of Horn.
"Oh, yes, I've learned to drift." Horn showed her big white teeth.
"Long time no see, Horn." Shilov crossed his hands and grabbed her skirt, "Where is Jeanne? Is she not here?"
"She needs to stay at Fort Joan of Arc. Just in case, I will give her a holiday. She will come probably next week or the week after." Horn took out a pair of shiny things from his pocket and handed them to Shiloh Fu.
Hilov's eyes lit up and her tail stood up like an antenna: "What is this?"
Although she was naturally interested in shiny objects, Shilov still didn't understand Huo Huo. The intention of grace.
Horn explained with a smile: "The little gift I gave you is called a crystal cover.
Later, you put a drop of water from the moon pool on the negative, and then cover it with the cover. , and then use microscopic divination, it might be useful.”
Previously, Shilov had always said that when her divination spell saw the subtle world of creatures, it was either a blur of colors swarming around or a hazy black shadow.
Horn has always suspected that the sample was too thick for light to penetrate and was not colored, making it difficult to see clearly.
In order to analyze the composition of the water in the moon pool, Horn specially found some highly transparent crystals from the monastery's jewelry.
In this way, Shilov might be able to see clearly.
“Thank you.” Shilov placed the cover piece carefully and solemnly, “I will make good use of it.”
"By the way, didn't you say there was a little surprise in your letter? Where is it?"
(End of Chapter)