Chapter 46【Receiving visitors】
Hold a few cans of boiling hot copper juice, and gently pour it into the reserved holes on the ground until it overflows.
The seemingly calm metal juice made a loud sound in the mold after being poured into the potholes on the ground.
After half an hour, Fang Chang estimated that the copper tripod inside had solidified, so he wiped away the soil, grabbed the two legs of the tripod, and pulled it out of the soil.
"Hey, this looks terrible."
Fang Chang talked to himself, and then laughed.
In this last step, he encountered a complete failure. There were air bubbles and cavities all over the copper tripod, large and small, pitted, and some were even transparent.
And there are places where the copper juice has not been poured in completely, as if a piece has fallen off, and the whole looks miserable.
All in all, it's pretty… ugly.
And totally useless.
After all, no one wants to cook soup in a cooker with a hole in the bottom.
This time it was considered a complete failure. Fortunately, the bronze is still bronze, and it can be smashed and re-melted later, and continue to be used for casting objects.
After briefly summarizing the experience, Fang Chang believes that the main problem is the quality of the mold.
One is that it is not dry enough, and the water vapor forms bubbles after pouring the hot copper liquid, which is the cause of the air bubble holes on this failed copper tripod. gap.
When you try again next time, you can consider baking the mold and redesigning it.
Fang Chang looked at it for a while, then picked up the failed product, moved it into the straw shed, put it together with those unused bronze ingots and those extra tin blocks, and placed it on the ground in the shed.
A considerable part of the surrounding low wall was missing, and most of the bricks that made up the low wall became the kiln next to it, and the charcoal that had been accumulated in the charcoal pool in the middle of the thatched cottage was consumed by these rounds of smelting and casting attempts. It is serious and urgently needs to be added.
It's getting late.
Fang Chang went back, cleaned the furnace again, and disposed of ashes, slag, metal residues, etc., and prepared to continue using it tomorrow.
Then, he walked back to the hut, picked up a broom, and began to sweep the open space.
The broom is made of twigs, it is very hard, it is prone to dust, and it wears out quickly. Fortunately, the mountain wind on this Xianqi cliff is not too small, and the dust raised during the cleaning is blown to other places and scattered into the mountain not see.
After cleaning, he used a can to hold water from a nearby creek, brought it over and sprinkled some to suppress the dust.
The setting sun has gradually become parallel to the top of the cliff, and the orange sunlight slanted over, illuminating the new kiln standing in the open space and the failed work in the thatched shed.
The birds and beasts, already tired after a busy day, fled to the forest to return to their nests. In the vagueness, we can see the smoke in the distant mountain village gradually disappearing.
Sitting on the big rock by the cliff with his legs crossed, Fang Chang watched all this quietly, without needing to think about anything, the beauty itself was enough to make people intoxicated.
From the basket next to it, I took out the natural silver nuggets found during the mining of copper ore. I looked at it and found that the purity was acceptable.
Around the copper-tin associated mine, there is a high probability that natural silver and natural copper will be found, and some of them he encounters are picked up by him and put into the house.
Those natural coppers have been smelted into bronze together with tin during the day, and this silver block has good plasticity, so he is going to use it to make something.
Hold the silver nugget in your hand, rub your hands together, like kneading dirt, and the silver nugget will be kneaded into long strips.
The wooden hairpin worn on the head when going up the mountain has been damaged. Currently, a piece of green tree branch is used instead. Fang Chang plans to make a silver hairpin to replace it.
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The next morning, Fang Chang, who was still cleaning the furnace and preparing to continue working, saw someone walking up the cliff not far away.
"Shangxian, Zhang Chun is visiting!"
It was Yunzhongshan Zhangshan God, who was coming up the cliff with gifts.
As a mountain god, he did not use his position and authority to directly appear on the cliff, but appeared on the edge of the fairy cliff and walked up by himself.
This is out of respect for the other party.
Fang Chang put down the tools and work in his hand, went up to meet him and said with a smile:
"Welcome, welcome, flourishing, it's just that the hospitality here is poor, so please don't be disgusted."
As he spoke, he performed a descaling technique on his dusty hands and hem of his clothes, making himself look brand new.
Zhang Shanshen's eyes lit up with his action without fireworks.
The mountain **** smiled and said:
"Where is the Shangxian, even though the little gods are at the end, it can be seen that although the cliff is complicated, it is not chaotic, and there is a subtle charm flowing in it."
In this chapter, the mountain **** speaks the truth.
From his eyes, although he saw that there were only some simple grass huts, bamboo and wood thatched houses, shacks, melon fields, kilns and the like on the fairy habitat cliff, he could feel the fairyland here.
It seems that those clumsy and stupid things have become smart and cute.
Zhang Shanshen, who is quite knowledgeable and loves to read, understands that there are moral and true immortals living here, and the things here are also from the hands of the master in front of him, so his actions are also in line with the way of heaven, and there can be no evil spirits. Heart.
"Zhang Shanshen is too much."
Fang Chang responded, and then let the mountain **** into the house, beside the stone table and bench he had moved:
"I don't know why the mountain **** has time today to come to my cliff?"
"But I found some good mountain plums, which are delicious and not durable to storage, so I came here and gave them to the gods to taste." After saying that, he handed over a cloth bag, which contained huge purple-black mountain plums, each of which was clear and plump, round in shape, This Yunzhong Mountain is really not very common, and it is indeed a good treasure.
"Thank you for the gift from the mountain god."
After receiving the gift, Fang Chang took out a bamboo tube to make tea, and took out a small basket of various nuts he had collected as a treat, which made the mountain **** very happy.
After the two chatted for a while, Fang Chang said with a smile:
"I have been obsessed with copper smelting for the past two days, and I have never made chess pieces. Please wait a moment, the mountain god."
"No hurry, no hurry, besides, the little **** doesn't understand this thing, and the production process is quite troublesome, so don't worry too much about it." Zhang Shanshen shook his head and refused.
"In fact, it's easy to make, like this stone table." Fang Chang patted the front of the room, this big stone used as a table, "Just measure the position and mark nineteen vertical and horizontal grids on it, then It’s a chessboard, and this Yunzhongshan doesn’t lack flat stones. It’s just that it’s more troublesome to make chess pieces.”
After a while, Fang Chang suddenly remembered the monster he saw before, and said:
"How are the grandparents and grandchildren in Fox Valley?"
Hearing this, Zhang Shanshen lowered his head and drank the tea in the bamboo tube, and said with a sigh:
"Hu Feng is dead, and it has been a few days since he passed away. I think back then, it was still healthy, and it worked with me to renovate this land boundary. I didn't expect time to pass so fast..."
Hu Feng is dead.
According to its last wish, the mountain **** and its grandson Hu Yun buried the old fox, Hu Feng, on the sunny **** where he was born and raised, and full of mountain flowers.
This demon can be regarded as having a good home when life ends.
The two were silent for a while, then Fang Chang asked:
"The little fox left in Fox Valley, how is it now?"
(end of this chapter)