Chapter 236: Finally made a charcoal

? "Hahaha..."
Snow flakes like catkins fell one after another, the earth was white, and the surroundings were quiet, and even the traces of the birds disappeared.
As if everything was completely sealed by the snowflakes and cold.
In such an environment, a bunch of people suddenly emerged from the gate of the Qingque tribe, among which a minor was walking in the front.
They walked hurriedly to the west of the wall, and came to a raised edge all the way.
This bulge has been smashed away, and the black that is scattered on the mud and inside the bulge is more eye-catching against the surrounding white snow.
This minor, whose status is obviously very respected, is not too dirty, and directly stirs his hands in the darkness.
The black thing moved with his hand, making a string of crisp sounds, which was as pleasing to the ear as he was about to fly in the beautiful mood.
Heiwa was right. No firewood was burned in this kiln. All the firewood put into it turned into charcoal, and it was the best one!
"Hahaha...!"
Han Cheng finally couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, holding his two black paws and laughing up to the sky.
God didn't want to hear his unpleasant laughter, so he sent snowflakes into his mouth, ready to block his mouth, but it didn't help much.
A series of cheerful laughter continued from his mouth.
Unexpected joy, this is really unexpected joy!
It was originally an idea of ​​breaking the jar, but who knew that it really burned a kiln like this.
The problem that has troubled me for so long has been solved in such an unexpected way...
Han Cheng thought so freely, and suddenly remembered that in "Red Sorghum", Yu Zhanao peeed into the wine syrup and made a good sorghum wine. He felt that it was similar to what he was experiencing now, and it was all accidental.
Think about it carefully, sometimes things in this world are really helpless. The more you try to get something, the harder it is to get it. On the contrary, some things that you didn't pay attention to not only bloomed, but also bore fruit.
Han Cheng stopped his laughter, only to realize that the people who followed looked at him in a daze.
Han Cheng sniffed secretly and said to his heart, haven't these guys seen such a bohemian smile?
Then I sort out my mood and let people go back to get the straw basket and the lint head to put the charcoal.
Some people were asked to hug firewood here. He had to hit the iron while it was hot and burn a kiln. If the kiln can be made, it means that the charcoal burning problem has really been solved by himself.
Heiwa stood aside, looking at the Son of God, her admiration was endless. This was something that was basically unsolvable in her own opinion, but it was solved by the Son of God.
It was just a simple change of the order of ignition, and such a big change could happen, and the wisdom of the Son of God was truly breathtaking.
But he didn't know that the thing he admired was actually the result of the smashing of the jar by the son of Han Da.
If you know the truth, I don’t know if Heiwa will vomit blood for three liters in a daze, or think about waiting for the next spring to start pottery, and then light a fire from above...
The people of the Qingque tribe were extremely happy today. They had just seen the power of bows and arrows not long ago, and then they received the news of the success of God's charcoal burning, which made them all happy.
If you count Bingling wind chimes, which are beloved by children, they can be regarded as three happiness.
Of course, the most pleasing thing in this is the bow and arrow, a weapon that is very useful to the tribe. As for burning charcoal, they are happy with the gods.
Among these people in the Qingque tribe, even the wisest witches didn't think that the charcoal that the gods tried to make would be of much significance given the existence of firewood, an extremely common substitute.
But for Han Cheng, they had already formed a mindset of blind obedience, and it was a normal thing to be foolish with the son of God.
A lot of charcoal was burned this time, and there were two large straw baskets, which was more than the charcoal burned so many times before.
The cold and falling snow blocked Hancheng's enthusiasm for burning charcoal, and the cylindrical earthen kiln that had just been emptied was filled with firewood again in a blink of an eye.
The next step is to paste the mud cylinder with only a hole the size of a bowl.
The soil problem is very easy to solve. The dry mud block that was pulled from the kiln before is crushed and poured with water, which can be used repeatedly.
After learning from his previous experience of freezing his hands to the point of freezing when he smashed the top, Han Cheng directly used hot water and mud this time.
After reconciling the mud, taking advantage of Hot Hujin and Heiwa's rapid hands-on mash, it was much better.
The flame was sent in from above, and soon the wood in the kiln was ignited. As time passed, the flame in the kiln began to move down.
Standing on a rock, Han Cheng watched this happen, and wondered why the same method of ignition from below is so different from above.
For a while, except for knowing something related to oxygen, he knew nothing about it.
At this moment, he felt it was a pity that he was a liberal arts student in his previous life. If he was a science man or a technical house, he would encounter a lot of difficulties in these aspects, right?
Thinking of this, he smiled and shook his head, and then felt a little grateful, because he remembered the approximate proportions of bronze.
This is when I saw the history of the Shang and Zhou dynasties in a comprehensive history book. Because the ratios are all integers, Han Cheng also wrote them down.
This makes him more confident about the next things.
The bronze ratio recorded in the book is somewhat inaccurate, but the general framework has been out, which will greatly reduce the workload of time.
If you want a bronze with better performance, just experiment on this ratio.
In fact, Han Cheng didn't remember the bronze ratio at first, but he kept thinking about it later, and the memory of that period suddenly popped out for unknown reasons.
Worried about forgetting later, Han Chengcheng recorded it on a ceramic plate.
In fact, since about a year ago, Han Chengcheng will write things on the pottery board from time to time.
A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. This sentence is not bad at all. As I gradually adapt to the life here, when I think about the future generations, sometimes I feel very close, sometimes very far away~EbookFREE.me~ But it is undeniable that many things have gradually become blurred in my mind.
This is also the most fundamental reason for Han Cheng to record some useful things that he can think of and useful to this era.
Because this era is too far away from future generations, so many, many things that seem extremely common in future generations are groundbreaking innovations here. If you record more by yourself, you will be able to reduce too much in some aspects by time Detours.
For example, the bronze ratio that comes to mind accidentally, such as the forging steel method that I don’t know where to look at, but is somewhat vague, as well as the curved plough used for arable land, the columbine cart of the ancestor of the combine planter, and the cattle Pulled, used to weed and loosen the soil in crops...
For this era, these are all important things, and they will also make the road for him and the Qingque tribe wider and easier to walk.
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