Cravason and his son did not rest. The two deliberately tame their own huge furnace, and also their love of smelting and the pursuit of wealth, a new round of smelting began.

The new smelting started from the heating stove. For this reason, the father and son had already sent charcoal burners to refuel, allowing them to store a lot of new charcoal. Similarly, the ore mined from the local mine was stupefied and piled up into a small mound.

This time, Kravasson urged his son, Cavill, to have what can be called the greatest adventure of his life.

"Kawei, remember what I said! This time we are going to smelt all the ores! You don't have to risk taking out the sponge iron with tongs! When I release all the slag, we will spend two or three days waiting After smelting, the furnace is naturally cooled. In this way, the sponge iron we obtain is enough for us to use for one month!"

Kravasson's words are indeed a bit exaggerated. When he thought that he was once cooked, Kawei agreed with his father's request.

A large amount of dry carbon was thrown into the stove, and then Kawei threw in a torch, and soon there was smoke. At the same time, Kravasson pulled as many as four bladder blowers out of the house, and then docked in sequence with a total of four air inlets that were inherently cut out by surprise.

Obviously, when the smelting begins, all the blacksmith apprentices have to participate in the heavy blasting operation, just to help their master complete a smelting on an unprecedented scale in the history of the Russians.

It was a clear morning, after a night of warming up the stove, Clavasson decided that the furnace had reached its best condition.

The blacksmith apprentices, including Kamnier, are fully confident in the next smelting, and everyone is waiting for their master to give the final instructions.

The tall hearth exudes terrible heat, and Kawei stares at the stove, only to see that the scene at the edge becomes trance.

The furnace is too hot, it is a good time for smelting.

However, a strange and bad feeling suddenly sprouted in Kawei's heart.

"Dad, I know we have to take risks. But you want to throw all the ore mined for ten days into that furnace?"

"Are you scared?" Clavasson looked at his son displeased.

"Of course I am not afraid. It's just that when so much ore must be burned?!"

"So you are worried about fuel?"

"a little bit."

"This is the only thing you don't need to worry about!" Kravasson said with confidence: "Although our current smelting is very fuel-intensive. I have contacted those charcoal burners and everything is okay. No matter how long the stove will be burning, we will never Lack of good fuel."

"Okay." Kawei nodded, even though his doubts still remained.

Cravason then made up a beautiful picture in his mind, that is, when the **** outlet is opened, a large amount of molten **** flows out, and what remains in the furnace is a huge number of hot sponge iron stacked on top of each other.

He continued to encourage his son: "You made a huge furnace, it should smelt the most ore at a time, otherwise it will be flashy. This time, we will try its limits. As long as we succeed, the future will be a long time. Time, we don't have to work hard to smelt sponge iron. We will spend our time on the deep processing of the large amount of sponge iron produced."

"Then let's start, Dad."

"okay!"

With an order from Clavasson, the blacksmith apprentices began to line up the assembly line and began to pass the smashed into small pieces of ore to each other.

Standing at the highest point of the steps is Kamnier, standing by the hot hearth, knowing that a stupid touch can turn his finger into a piece of cooked meat.

He felt that he was favored by the master. During the entire feeding process, he was the last baton, and all the ore was finally thrown into the furnace through his hands.

Kamnier is almost throwing ore, and every drop of ore brings the violent tremor of flames and the eruption of a large number of sparks, just like a hiccup of an abyssal fire dragon.

A long period of time passed, when Kamnier moved his immature body from the bid with difficulty, he suddenly sat down on the ground, and couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his head with his sleeves.

The situation of the other children is not much better. Everyone is a member of the "human conveyor belt". In fact, everyone has touched and moved every piece of ore.

They are children after all, after a lot of physical exertion, they just want to sit down and have a good rest.

"What are you doing?! Stand up for me!" Cravason stared, scared all the children to get up again.

"Did I let you rest?! A blacksmith dared to be lazy at a critical moment. Do you realize that laziness will lead to a loss of smelting skills? I am kind, but will your master treat you who made mistakes kindly in the future? Still stunned. What are you doing? Hurry up and bring the charcoal. Didn't you see that the furnace temperature has dropped?!"

Cravason's sudden maniac criticism made the scared almost weak children tense for the second time. With Kamnier as the leader, all the children hurriedly ran to the small room where the charcoal blocks were piled up, and went straight to the stove with bundles of pine carbon .

"Don't dawdle, keep running!" Cravason leaned his head, his hands kept beating.

Under his urging, Kamnier ran all the way, even if he felt that his chest was about to burst. One inadvertently, he fell down on the sandy ground. The burlap clothes on his body were stained with a lot of sand. Thanks to the protection of charcoal, he was not injured.

"What are you doing? To be a coward? Kamni, get up for you. Your master, don't be a coward!"

Boy Kamni, he gritted his teeth and got up, dragging his exhausted body to continue holding the broken charcoal sticks to the stove.

A large number of bundles of charcoal were thrown directly into the hearth. Gradually, the Cravason and his sons who watched the flame noticed a change in the color of the flame.

Because all the ore was thrown into the brain, the temperature of the furnace dropped sharply, causing the red flames to fall into violent and terrible smoke. The fishing boats on the sea even thought that someone was on fire on the shore.

Is it all done by throwing all the charcoal into the stove?

Of course not yet.

Cravason was like a stern teacher. He stretched out his fingers and pointed at the lazy person's name, especially when he said something bad to Kamnier.

The mentally stressed children struggled to overcome their exhaustion. They ran to the idle bladder blowers one after another, aligning all the four blower outlets with the air inlets of the furnace. They began to raise and press the furnace in pairs, causing a lot of air to be poured into the furnace, and the flames from the furnace top became more spectacular.

So Clavasson deliberately abused a group of blacksmith apprentices under his command?

Abuse? He, an old guy, didn't dare, and there was no need for it.

These so-called apprentices, in the final analysis, are not their own, they are all Rurik's servants.

Cravason had no intention of hurting them, but he also dutifully served as a teacher.

So faced with his father's severe measures, Kawei just watched it from one side, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it. I really responded to the sentence: "I did it for your good."

This is true for Cravason. His current actions are exactly the same as those of Kawei who trained him in his youth many years ago. He wants to give his life's ability to young people who are interested in ironing. For this reason, he is eager for success and becomes irritable, which is normal.

Kamnier knew what Master meant, and he even cherished the chance of being scolded very much. Even though he was tired, wouldn't it be more laborious than carrying a rattan basket to transport ore?

A total of eleven children took the lead in controlling the blower. Seeing the flames erupted, Clavasson's stern face finally relaxed, and Kawei noticed that his father was smiling secretly.

"They seem to be tired." Kawei said casually.

"Indeed. But compared to the efforts to be made in the future, what kind of hardship is this?"

Kawei suddenly had some sense of life, and he couldn't help but nodded in agreement with his father's words: "It seems that Kamnier is very desperate. He is already in the north of Fort Elon."

"That should be right. Didn't you realize that Rurik deliberately called this small child a brother, he is really lucky."

"I understand. He wants to prove that he is useful to his master."

Cravason shrugged: "All of them will witness a great moment together in many years with emotion. Let's go, Kawei, after all, this is all of us."

Two senior blacksmiths finally joined the critical blast, and as many as four bladder blowers started at the same time.

If you count on a small blower with limited capacity to blow in a lot of air, it would really underestimate smelting.

Clavasson and his son were doing a protracted adventure. Finally, the children were tired and fell on the ground. Kravasson had no intention of ordering the exhausted to continue fighting, but the blower still needed to be continuously controlled by the physically strong.

How to find labor?

Oh, as long as you give enough money, there are many young men in the tribe who are willing to give their strength.

By the end of the day, Cravason and his son had completely become spectators.

The current situation has become a little strange. Although the ore is still being burned by heat, the people who operate the blower and throw the new carbon into the furnace have all become young fishermen for extra money.

The Cravason family has already accumulated a considerable amount of wealth, because it is in an indestructible alliance with Rurik, the family's wealth can only be further increased.

Struggling iron for survival has long become a thing of the past. Watching those young fishermen wait on the stove to make money, an unprecedented feeling of comfort really made Klavasen feel at ease.

An old guy with a white beard and beard was sitting on a wooden chair, beside him were as many as eleven children.

Clavasson sat quietly, watching the hired hands doing boring work.

Kawei stood behind his father and couldn't help but sullen: "Why did we work hard if we knew this? Look at you, it almost made this body fall apart."

"Oh, how I want to be young again."

"You? Recognize the reality, you are already an old man."

Kravasson shook his head regretfully: "At least your woman is going to give birth. Isn't it called Kuznetslav?"

"Yes, a Novgorod-like name."

Clavasson shrugged: "After all, Lilia is also the daughter of a leader. Well, my grandson is called by this name. From now on, you have to train your son harshly like me."

"I understand. It's just..."

"Just what?"

Kawei pointed out a little: "We can hire a lot of people to work for us, don't ask them to work for us, they can do a lot of chores."

"Yes. But my grandson must be the best blacksmith. If you can't do education well, even if I walk with a cane, I have to educate my grandson myself."

Kawei smiled knowingly: "How can I be lazy. Besides, I'm afraid Rurik will be more willing to educate your grandson because they are relatives, aren't they?"

Cravason thought for a while and couldn't help laughing slowly.

As many as eighteen fishermen with sieve nets are employed. Anyway, the job of repairing the nets is mainly the responsibility of family women. The fishermen who come ashore are almost immediately converted into loggers or hunters. A family works hard to make a living. Have a better time. They can certainly gather wealth by gathering crowds to plunder, but plundering is not the mainstream of life, and it faces huge risks.

The fishermen who were hired received Kravasson's extremely generous wage promise, that is, in order to get these two silver coins, they must ensure that the furnace is always running at a high temperature.

The work even continued into the night! What is going on inside the furnace? In the middle of the night, Kawei tried to touch it with the tongs. He did encounter a lot of solid matter, and he really felt the resistance of the sticky hot slag.

The stove needs to continue to burn, even if as many as twenty silver coins worth of pine carbon have been consumed, all the effort is worth it.

In fact, to be fair, all the effort is not a lot.

Until late at night, Kawei felt that there was no big problem with his adventures with his father.

But serious problems always happen slowly at times that the human eye cannot detect.

Because of the so-called **** that Kawei used to test with huge tongs, it is no longer pure slag.

The flame from the furnace mouth was yellow-white. If Kawei had a see-through eye, he could see the white flame in the heart of the furnace.

The key parts of the huge furnace have been in a state of white flame for a long time, which means that the ultimate high temperature in the furnace has reached a certain critical value!

It was another early morning, but there was a little haze on this day.

Many people are saying that this is a sign of rain. If it rains, the daily fishing work will be forced to shelve, because no one believes that their small fishing boat can withstand the huge wind and waves. Even if it is Rrich and his fishing boats, now they have to consider returning to the port to take shelter from the wind.

The haze can only make the Klavasen father and son feel a little uncomfortable, but what makes them even more regretful is that yesterday's abuse of the children's strength forced them to make strenuous exercises in a short period of time. Now they all have sore arms, all claiming Can't carry heavier things temporarily.

Crava didn't care. He and his son Kawei rewarded the employees who still operated the blower in turn at night with a large amount of dried fish and meat they bought.

They ate something quickly, and at the same time they were stuffed with two silver coins of good color in their hands.

Sure enough, the blacksmith didn't break his promise. It can be said that he not only paid the commission but also took care of the meal, the Cravassen family was really a good person.

Since the other person is a good person, they are willing to continue doing it.

Cravason also planned this way. Since many people are already very tired, the ore in the furnace should be successful after a day and night of smelting.

"The last half of the day! Even if your work basically stops during the middle of the day, I will still pay you two silver coins. Now continue to work!"

If you can get four silver coins so easily, this kind of good thing falls on your shoulders, who will give up the opportunity?

More charcoal is thrown into the stove, and the blower is still working.

It seems that today is still a good start, and there are no problems.

Knowing that the sudden muffled noise caused all the people operating the blower to stop working.

Clavasson closed his eyes and sat upright suddenly: "What's the matter with you? Keep doing things!"

"But blacksmith, didn't you hear the strange noise just now?" someone yelled cautiously. His words aroused strong vigilance in everyone.

"Weird noise!? I think you don't have any sleeping ears and auditory hallucinations."

"But..." The man wanted to explain that he had not heard it wrong, when a new noise suddenly came, and Clavassen himself heard it all.

It seems that it is a cracking sound? !

Clavasson had just thought about it, and a new muffled noise came from the stove, and he couldn't sit still anymore!

As for those employees, they are hiding in the hearth one after another out of instinct to protect themselves.

Finally, there were obvious cracks in the stove that had been hardened, and it could be seen that in the current scene, the hairs of Clavasson's body had been erected!

He stammered: "Quick! Run! You idiots, run away if you don't want to die!"

Cravason had turned into a roar at last, and a boy with a sore arm by his side took the lead to run away, and then the employees panicked.

And the cracked hearth continued to be twisted and deformed, and finally through the huge cracks visible to the naked eye, a bright yellow light suddenly appeared.

Is it fire? Do not! It is an unprecedented existence, and it flows out unscrupulously like running water.

Cravason was stunned on the spot, he didn't even know what the events in front of him represented.

Until there was a muffled noise, the whole stove suddenly collapsed. A belly of molten material was hit by the falling debris, and some of the molten material was smashed into splashes, and some of it fell into the charcoal storage room of the Cravason family, and the fire was instantly lit.

"Crap!" Cravason witnessed the hot molten objects in a place ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ They have a tendency to flow into their homes and ignite the whole house. At least the charcoal storage room is on fire, I'm afraid there is no chance to extinguish the fire there.

He doesn't care about cleaning up the mess of the ruined stove, he just wants to protect his family in a critical moment.

Clavasson got into the house and shouted desperately: "It's on fire! Kawei, take your mother and your wife and go quickly! Go to our old house!"

Kawei was a little confused. He had said some warm words to his expectant wife to calm Lilia's nervousness, but his father's roar made the whole family nervous.

Cavyben complained a little. When he helped his wife approach the gate, he saw that the stove not far away turned into a hot and terrifying existence, and he was almost stupid! At least Lilia was dumbfounded.

"Hurry up! It's important to hold my life!"

Kawei wakes up like a dream, anyway, the stove is finished, really only has to follow his father to escape. As for my house, oh thank goodness, at least a lot of wealth is secretly buried in the ground of the old house. If the new house is rebuilt, it is not a big problem. Only the lives of the family matter!