Seeing the unchanged silica sand, Lin Yi decisively gave up using finished limestone.
"Mr. Qiu, could you please send someone to buy some shells?"
Qiu Qiansong glanced at the three people in front of him.
The two female guards were as cold as ice, but the new princess had a naive face, with a bright light in her eyes, a tenacity that refused to admit defeat, and inexhaustible passion all over her body.
It's just that this princess doesn't pay much attention to image, and her cuffs and skirt are completely dirty.
Qiu Qiansong's heart moved.
The world said that the new princess was a replacement, but in his eyes, she did not imitate the former princess. Although the behavior of the two was somewhat similar, the princess had obviously always been her truest self.
And the prince actually sent two guards to protect her.
If it were a substitute, could it be so pampered?
The curiosity in Qiu Qiansong's heart was already overloaded, and he was too lazy to stroke his beard.
"Princess, how many shells do you need? I have a craftsman named Mao Yankun who sells many marine products. You might as well come and take a look with me."
Lin Yi blinked happily and nodded like garlic.
She thought to herself that there were craftsmen drying shells in this mountain forest, so she was very lucky, and she could try using shells to make lime today.
Several people followed Qiu Qiansong to the depths of the jungle, and as far as they could see, there was a piece of flat land.
This place is obviously a small residential area. At the end of the flat land are rows of tiled houses, and there are chimneys on the other side, which are the kitchens here.
As they walked over, they saw not only sun-dried shells, but also sun-dried radishes and cabbages on the ground. They could also hear the sounds of chickens crowing, sheep croaking, and what seemed like pigs crowing in the pen.
"Princess, are you talking about this kind of shell?"
Looking at the shells covering the ground, Lin Yigang nodded hurriedly.
It's just that these shells are very beautiful, and you can tell that they have been carefully selected.
"Yes, that's okay."
Qiu Qiansong breathed a sigh of relief and took them a few steps further to the cabin nearby.
The wooden house is a completely open building with good lighting. There is a young man doing manual work inside.
"Princess, this is Mao Yankun. He likes to do handicrafts and is particularly good at female celebrities."
Mao Yankun quickly stopped what he was doing and came over to salute.
"Yan Kun pays his respects to the princess."
Lin Yi looked up at him. He was as tall as a mountain. The moment he walked over, it reminded her of a panda.
He looks simple and cute, but as an adult he is considered a national treasure with no natural enemies.
However, this person's voice is very pleasant to the ear, just like a Shaoxing opera niche.
"Mao Yankun, the princess needs dried shells, how many do you have here in total?"
"Go back to Mr. Qiu, there are still some in the backyard."
Lin Yi glanced sideways behind Mao Yankun. There were some small bamboo objects, some of which were decorated with silk decorations.
Looking further behind, there are some mother-of-pearl boxes, one of which is very similar to my own dressing box.
He is simply a master of craftsmanship!
But she suddenly realized that those shells were used to make handicrafts.
Lin Yi jogged a few steps and caught up with Mao Yankun.
"Brother Mao, I need a lot of shells."
"Young man understands, if it's not enough for you, just show it off."
"That - my usage is rough..."
Qiu Qiansong and Mao Yankun looked at each other.
Rough usage?
Mao Yankun stepped on his feet and asked, "Princess, how do you want to use it?"
"Crack them and grind them into powder... I thought those shells were quite beautiful just now. Isn't it a pity?"
Mao Yankun smiled calmly and said: "Princess, the shells under the villain's hands are all unique. But a shell is a shell. If it can be used by the princess, that is the meaning of its existence."
Lin Yi was speechless for a moment. This person's realm was too high. Compared with him, she looked so tacky.
Several people came to the backyard, which also had a unique flavor.
Earthen jars, bamboo baskets, and cloth bags were piled up in the yard in an orderly manner.
Mao Yankun took a sack of dried shells and placed it in front of Lin Yi.
"Princess, Mr. Qiu. Are these enough?"
Lin Yi nodded immediately.
"This bag is enough. Let's test it first. If it can be used, please ask Brother Mao to prepare some sea shells."
Another hour passed amid the ding-ding-dong-dong knocking sound.
A row of people beat the shells methodically, and all the shells turned into powder.
Lin Yi directed the workers to mix the powder into the silica sand. Finally, after adding 30% of the powder, the silica sand began to turn into a liquid state.
Finally melted!
Lin Yi was very excited.
Everyone was staring at the white thing.
Qiu Qiansong stroked his white beard.
"Princess, is this what you want?"
"right!"
Lin Yi couldn't hide her inner excitement and kept turning her head, searching for the people around her. After much deliberation, the figure of Mao Yankun just now was suitable.
"Mr. Qiu, can you please ask Brother Mao to come over and help me?"
Qiu Qiansong immediately gave a few instructions to the boy beside him, and soon Mao Yankun strode over.
"Master Mao, please blow this thing up."
"blow?"
"Yes, use this iron pipe to blow the white object at the other end."
Mao Yankun looked puzzled. This princess was also interesting. She called him master again.
It's just blowing something, why call yourself here?
But he picked up the iron pipe and started blowing it, and something at the other end seemed to change immediately.
Unfortunately, after a while, it stopped moving at all.
Everyone's eyes widened.
Blowing this thing is like blowing a candy man.
Qiu Qiansong glanced at Lin Yi thoughtfully, then looked around at the surrounding workers and the pile of fuel.
This princess’ hobby costs people money and trouble!
But this time the bet with the prince was probably lost.
Lin Yi cheered for Mao Yankun in her heart, but she could also see that the first work was a failure.
Mao Yankun's face turned red. He put down the iron pipe and staggered to support the worker beside him.
"Brother Mao, what's wrong with you?"
Mao Yankun gasped and shook his head.
"It's okay... I just can't get angry..."
Lin Yi hurried over and held his wrist.
Is weakness considered a disease?
She sighed in her heart and hurriedly asked someone to help him back to the house to rest.
It seems I need to change my thinking.
Lin Yi walked around Qiu Qiansong again.
"Mr. Qiu, can you help me find someone with a loud voice?"
"Blow this thing?"
"right!"
Qiu Qiansong thought for a moment and shouted to the crowd: "Zhao Wu, come here and play this."
Zhao Wu was also a down-to-earth man. He picked up an iron pipe and dipped it into a pile of melted silica sand and started blowing.
He puffed up his cheeks with all his strength.
"Well--"
His voice was loud and clear, and everyone around him could hear him blowing.
Lin Yi glanced at him and thought that this guy must be able to do it and has good lung capacity.
He blew bubbles out of the melted silica sand at the other end, and instantly shattered to the ground.
Everyone looked at each other.
"Master, please blow gently and do it again!"
Lin Yi personally dipped a dollop of melted silica sand and handed it over.
Poof——oo——
This time it solidified into a turbid white color before it was blown up.
"Master, you blow slowly, the airflow should be steady, and you can also turn the iron pipe while blowing to keep the white object at the other end shaking evenly."
puff--
Bang bang bang.
After a few rounds, Lin Yi wanted to die.
Looking at the debris on the ground, Lin Yi was filled with regrets. Why couldn't he blow something out even though he had come to this point?
She was really unwilling to do so, so she took the iron pipe and started blowing it herself.
Unfortunately, the silica sand on the other end had already solidified before the bubbles could be blown out even after I tried my best.
It seems that my lung capacity is not as good as that of Mao Yankun just now...
As expected, if you don’t do other people’s work, don’t laugh at others for being weak!
Qiu Qiansong stroked his beard again. He took the iron pipe in Lin Yi's hand thoughtfully, weighed the weight of the iron pipe, felt the temperature of the iron pipe, and started blowing himself.
I didn’t expect to become famous in one battle!
Slowly, a round spherical container appeared in front of everyone.
Lin Yi opened her mouth in excitement. Mr. Qiu was the hidden boss. She couldn't help but sigh, "Jiang is still hotter!"
At this moment, Qiu Qiansong, who was thin and erect, was the god in the hearts of a group of them.
"Mr. Qiu, you are so awesome!"
Lin Yi was the first to send his compliments.
Seeing Lin Yi dancing like a child, Qiu Qiansong took a closer look at what he was playing.
It turns out that such a transparent thing can really be made in the world, and it is still made of inconspicuous sand!
But this is somewhat similar to Liuli.
But that glass was extremely expensive, so he only owned one glass bottle, which was given to him by King Han.
Qiu Qiansong glanced at the Shagang Furnace again, calculating all the costs in his mind.
Come on, this thing is worth it.
He looked at Lin Yi calmly again, thinking that this princess was also interesting.
Although Lin Yi was also very emotional, her starting point was completely different.
Glass is similar to colored glaze, but ancient people only used natural crystals, so the output was too small.
Moreover, glass products seem to be limited to decorations, and there are even fewer people who know this craft.
But I have helped them solve the problem of raw materials, and the rest is left to them to carry forward.
The first step of the long march has finally begun!
Lin Yi calmed down and took Qiu Qiansong to discuss the production details in detail.
Although the glass is blown, a standardization process is needed for transparency, flexibility, treatment at the interface, and loss.
By the time she rushed back to Prince Han's Mansion, it was already midnight.
But I didn't expect that the candles in the house were still on.
Lin Yi rushed over immediately.
Opening the door, it turned out that Qin Shuihan was still awake, sitting quietly on the bed reading a book.
"Shui Han!"
Lin Yi's high-pitched cry was full of joy.
Qin Shuihan curled his lips and looked at her tenderly.
"Shuihan, look!"
Lin Yi ran to the bed and fastened the transparent glass cover to the candle lamp where Qin Shuihan was reading.
"This is?"
"Hey, glass."
Qin Shuihan tapped the glass with his finger, and the sound was clear and hard.
It turns out that there really is such a transparent thing in the world.
Lin Yi took off his fur coat, sat down on the edge of the bed, and said proudly: "I finally made it! But there are still many things that need to be improved."
Qin Shuihan looked at the glass on the candlelight again. This was already a marvelous workmanship. What else should be improved?
Lin Yi seemed to see the doubt in his eyes, and immediately explained: "This one is too brittle, not hard enough, and there are still a lot of impurities, so it is not transparent enough."
"oh."
Qin Shuihan nodded thoughtfully.
She approached Qin Shuihan again, tilted her head and said, "Did you know that if you mix some other things in it, you can also make colored glass. It's your favorite glass product."
Qin Shuihan frowned slightly. Could it be that the glass he spent so much money on was also made of sand?
He took another look at the glazed rabbit on the desk. No wonder it was always used as a writing stone by Yiyi, and the rabbit's ears were missing a piece.
I used to think that Lin Yi didn't understand its value, but now it seems that she didn't care about the precious colored glaze at all.
"Shuihan, am I powerful?"
Qin Shuihan touched her head and saw that she had lost a lot of weight and the circles under her eyes were blue. He couldn't help but said with distress: "Of course it's great. My Yiyi is the most powerful. Come on, hurry up and go to sleep."
After the maid washed her, Lin Yi immediately climbed onto the bed.
She took the book out of Qin Shuihan's hand, blew out the candle nearby, and lay directly on top of him.
"It's getting late...you should sleep well..."
"you--"
Qin Shuihan hugged her tightly and suddenly felt horny.
"I've waited for you for so long and I still won't compensate my husband!"
Lin Yi smacked his lips, hummed, and was already confused.
Qin Shuihan sighed and looked at her lying on his chest like a pug. He hugged her and kissed her a few times, then carefully rolled her onto the bed.
He knew that she had been exhausted these past few days, so he obediently asked her to have a good rest.
