The Clavarsons did not rest. They were determined to tame the huge furnace in their home. They also shared their love for smelting and their pursuit of wealth. A new round of smelting began.
The new smelting started with heating the furnace. For this reason, the father and son had already sent charcoal burners to refuel the furnace, allowing them to reserve a large amount of new charcoal. Similarly, the ore mined from local mines was piled up into a small hill.
This time Klavason encouraged his son Kawei to have what can be called the greatest adventure in his life.
"Kawei, remember my words! This time we are going to smelt all the ores! Then you don't have to take the risk of grabbing the sponge iron with pliers! After I release all the slag, we will wait for two or three days. After smelting, the furnace cools down naturally. In this way, the sponge iron we obtain is enough for us to use for a month!"
Klavason's words were indeed a bit exaggerated. Thinking that he had been roasted for a time, Kawei agreed with his father's request.
A large amount of dry carbon was thrown into the furnace, and then Kawei threw in a torch, and soon smoke came out. At the same time, Klavasen pulled up to four leather bag blowers out of the house and connected them to the four inherent air inlets that were suddenly drilled out.
Obviously, when smelting begins, all blacksmith apprentices must participate in heavy blowing operations, just to help their master complete a smelting on an unprecedented scale in the history of the Russian people.
It was a fine morning, and after a night of warming the stove, Klavasen decided that the furnace was in optimal condition.
The blacksmith apprentices, including Kamne, had complete confidence in the subsequent smelting, and everyone was waiting for their master to give the final instructions.
The tall furnace radiated terrible heat. Kawei stared at the furnace and saw that the scene around its edges became swaying in a trance.
The furnace is too hot, it's a good time for smelting.
However, a strange and unpleasant feeling suddenly sprouted in Kawei's heart.
"Dad, I know we have to take risks. But do you want to throw all the ore mined in ten days into that furnace?"
"Are you afraid?" Klavason looked at his son displeased.
"Of course I'm not afraid. But, how long will it take to burn so much ore?!"
"So you're worried about fuel?"
"a little bit."
"This is the only thing you don't have to worry about!" Klavasen was confident: "Of course our current smelting consumes a lot of fuel. I have already contacted the charcoal burners, and everything is fine. No matter how long the furnace needs to burn, we will never Lack of good fuel.”
"Okay." Kawei nodded, even though the doubts in his heart still lingered.
Klavasen imagined a beautiful picture in his mind, that is, opening the slag outlet, a large amount of molten slag flowing out, and what is left in the furnace is a huge number of hot sponge iron stacked on top of each other.
He continued to encourage his son: "You have made a huge furnace, and it should smelt the most ore at one time, otherwise it will be flashy. This time, we are going to try its limits. As long as we are successful, it will be a long time in the future." We no longer need to spend time smelting sponge iron, we will use our time to deeply process the large amount of sponge iron we produce."
"Then let's get started, Dad."
"okay!"
Following Klavason's order, the blacksmith apprentices began to line up in the assembly line and began to pass the ore that was broken into small pieces to each other.
It was Kamni who stood at the top of the steps, standing by the hot hearth, knowing that a foolish touch could turn his fingers into a piece of cooked meat.
He felt that he had gained the favor of his master. He was the last baton in the entire feeding process, and all the ore would be thrown into the furnace through his hands.
Kamne is almost throwing ores, and every drop of the ores brings violent tremors of the flames and a large spurt of sparks, just like a hiccup from the abyss fire dragon.
A rather long period of time passed. When Kamne struggled to move his immature body from the price table, he suddenly slumped to the ground and couldn't help wiping the sweat on his head with his sleeves.
The situation of other children is not much better. We are all part of the "human conveyor belt". In fact, everyone has touched and moved every piece of ore.
They are children after all, and after a lot of physical exertion, they just want to sit down and take a good rest.
"What are you doing?! Stand up!" Klavasen stared, frightening all the children to get up again.
"Did I let you rest?! A blacksmith dares to be lazy at a critical moment. Do you realize that laziness will lead to failure in smelting? I am kind, but will your master be kind to you who make mistakes in the future? You are still stunned. What are you doing? Go and get the charcoal, don’t you see that the furnace temperature has dropped?!”
Klavasen's sudden manic criticism made the almost paralyzed children tense up again. Led by Kamnier, all the children hurried to the small room where the charcoal blocks were piled, and went straight to the stove with bundles of pine charcoal. .
"Stop dawdling, keep running!" Klavason put his head together and kept flapping his hands.
At his urging, Kamni ran as fast as he could, even though he felt like his chest was about to burst. Without paying attention, he fell onto the sandy ground, and his burlap clothes were stained with a lot of sand. Thanks to the protection of the charcoal, he was not injured.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to be a coward? Kamne, get up here. Your master doesn't want to be a coward!"
The boy Kamni gritted his teeth and climbed up, dragging his exhausted body and continued to hold the broken charcoal branches and went straight to the stove.
A large number of bundles of charcoal were thrown directly into the furnace. Gradually, the Clavarsons, who were watching the flames, noticed a change in the color of the flames.
Because all the ores were thrown in at once, the temperature of the furnace dropped sharply, causing the red flames to sink into fierce and terrifying smoke. The fishing boats on the sea even thought that someone on the shore was on fire.
Is it enough to just throw all the charcoal into the stove?
Of course not yet.
Klavason was like a stern teacher. He pointed out the names of the lazy ones one by one, and especially said some unpleasant words to Kamni.
The nervous children struggled to overcome their fatigue. They ran to the idle bladder blowers one after another and aimed all four blower outlets at the air inlet of the furnace. They began to work in pairs, constantly lifting and pressing the furnace, causing a large amount of air to be poured into the furnace, and the flames emerging from the top of the furnace became more spectacular.
So Klavason intentionally abused his blacksmith apprentices?
Abuse? He, an old guy, didn't dare, and there was no need.
In the final analysis, these so-called apprentices are not our own people, they are all Rurik's servants.
Klavasen had no intention of harming them, but he also served as a teacher responsibly.
So in the face of his father's harsh measures, Kawei just watched from the side without feeling anything wrong at all. I really answered that sentence: "I am doing it for your own good."
This is indeed the case for Klawason. His current actions are exactly the same as Kawhi who trained his young state many years ago. He wants to hand over his lifelong abilities to young people who are interested in blacksmithing. For this reason, it is normal for him to be impatient and impatient.
Kamni knew what his master meant, and he even cherished the opportunity to be scolded. Even if he was very tired, was it still more strenuous than carrying a rattan basket to transport ore?
A total of eleven children took the lead in operating the blower. Seeing the flames spurting out, Klavasen's sullen face finally relaxed. Kawei noticed that his father was actually smiling secretly.
"They seem to be very tired." Kawei said casually.
"Indeed. But compared to the efforts we have to make in the future, what is this hardship?"
Kawei suddenly had some insights into life, and couldn't help but nod in agreement with his father's words: "It seems that Kamne is very hardworking. He is already working very hard in Ironburg in the north."
"That's what it should be. Haven't you noticed that Rurik intends to become brothers with this little kid? He is really lucky."
"I understand. He really wants to prove himself useful to his master."
Klavasen shrugged: "All of them will feel that they have witnessed a great moment together many years later. Let's go, Kawei, after all, this is a matter for all of us."
Two senior blacksmiths finally joined in the critical blowing, and as many as four leather bag blowers were started at the same time.
If you expect a blower with limited capacity to blow in a large amount of air, then you really underestimate the smelting industry.
The Klavason father and son were engaged in a protracted adventure. Finally, the children fell down tiredly. Klavason had no intention of ordering the exhausted children to continue fighting, but the blower still needed to be continuously controlled by a physically strong person.
How to find labor force?
Oh, as long as you give enough money, there are many young men in the tribe who are willing to work hard.
By the end of the day, the Clavarsons had completely become spectators.
The current situation has become a bit strange. Although the ore is still being burned by heat, the people who operate the blowers and throw new carbon into the furnace have all become young fishermen making extra money.
The Kravarson family has already amassed a considerable amount of wealth. Because of their indestructible alliance with Rurik, the family's wealth can only increase in value.
Forging iron for survival has long become a thing of the past. Seeing those young fishermen tending the big stoves in order to make money, an unprecedented sense of comfort really made Klavasen feel comfortable all over.
An old guy with a beard and white hair sat on a wooden chair, and beside him were as many as eleven children.
Klavasen sat quietly, watching the hired hands doing boring work.
Kawei stood behind his father and couldn't help but excite: "If we had known this, why should we work hard? Look at you, your body is almost falling apart."
"Oh, how I want to be young again."
"You? Recognize the reality, you are already an old man."
Klavasen shook his head regretfully: "At least your woman is going to give birth. Is her name Kuzneslav?"
"Yes, a Novgorodian name."
Klavasen shrugged: "After all, Lilia is also the daughter of a leader. Well, my grandson will be called this name. From now on, you must train your son harshly like me."
"I understand. It's just..."
"Just what?"
Kawei pointed slightly: "We can definitely hire many people to work for us. We don't need them to come to forge iron. They can do a lot of chores."
"Yes. But my grandson must be the best blacksmith. If you can't do a good job in education, even if I have to walk with a cane, I will 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, right?"
Klavasen thought for a while and couldn't help laughing slowly.
As many as eighteen screen fishermen are employed. Anyway, the job of mending the nets is mainly the responsibility of the women in the family. Almost all the fishermen who come ashore will immediately become loggers or hunters. A family works hard to make a living. Live a better life. Of course they can amass wealth by gathering people to rob, but looting is not the mainstream of life, and it faces huge risks.
The hired fishermen received an extremely generous salary promise from Klavasen. In order to get these two silver coins, they had to ensure that the furnace was always running at high temperature.
The work even lasted into the night! What's going on inside the furnace? Late at night, Kawei tried to touch it with a pair of pokers. He did touch a lot of solid substances, and he really felt the resistance of the sticky and hot slag.
The stove still needs to continue burning, even if it has consumed up to twenty silver coins worth of pine wood charcoal, all the efforts are worth it.
In fact, to be fair, all the efforts are not very much.
Until late at night, Kawei felt that there was no big problem in his adventure with his father.
However, serious problems always occur slowly and undetected by the naked eye.
Because the so-called slag that Kawei was testing with huge fire tongs was no longer pure slag.
The flames ejected from the furnace mouth are yellow-white. If Kawei had clairvoyant eyes, he would be able to see the white flames in the core area of the furnace.
The key parts of the huge furnace have been in a white flame state for a long time, which means that the extreme high temperature in the furnace has reached a certain critical value!
It's another early morning, but this day it's a little hazy.
Many people are saying that this is a sign that it is going to rain. If it rains, the daily fishing work will be forced to be put on hold, because no one believes that their small fishing boat can withstand the huge wind and waves. Even Rurik and his fishing boats now have to consider a passive fishing moratorium of returning to port to take shelter from the wind.
The haze can only make the Clavarsons a little unhappy, but what makes them even more regretful is that yesterday they abused their children's strength and forced them to do strenuous exercise in a short period of time. Now each of them is complaining that their arms are sore. I can't carry anything heavier at the moment.
Clava was unfazed. He and his son Kawei rewarded the employees who took turns operating the blowers at night with large quantities of dried fish.
They ate something quickly, and at the same time, two silver coins of good quality were stuffed into their hands.
Sure enough, the blacksmith kept his promise. He not only paid the commission but also took care of the food. The Klavassins were really good people.
Since the other party is a good person, they are willing to continue.
Clavassen also planned this. Since many people were already very tired, the ore in the furnace should be smelted successfully after a day and night.
"The last half day! Even if your work basically stops at the middle of the day, I will still pay you two silver coins. Now continue working!"
Being able to obtain a total of four silver coins so easily, this kind of good thing falls on your shoulders, who would give up the opportunity?
More charcoal was thrown into the stove and the blower was still running.
It seems like today is still a good start and there are no problems.
A sudden muffled sound caused everyone operating the blower to stop what they were doing.
Klavason, who had closed his eyes to rest his mind, suddenly sat up straight: "What's wrong with you? Keep doing your work!"
"But blacksmith, didn't you hear a strange noise just now?" Someone shouted cautiously. His words aroused strong alarm among everyone.
"Strange noise!? I think it's because you haven't slept and your ears are hallucinating."
"But..." The man wanted to prove that he heard correctly, but a new sound suddenly came, and now Klavason himself heard it.
It seems that it is a breaking sound? !
Just as Klavasen had an idea, a new muffled sound came from the stove. Now he really couldn't sit still!
As for the employees, they simply hid in the furnace out of instinctive self-preservation.
Finally, obvious cracks appeared in the hardened stove. Seeing the current scene, the hairs all over Klavason's body had already stood up!
He stammered: "Quick! Run! You idiots, if you don't want to die, run!"
Klavasen finally turned into a roar, and a group of boys with sore arms around him ran away first, followed by the employees, who fled in panic.
The cracked furnace continued to twist and deform, and finally through the huge cracks visible to the naked eye, a bright yellow light suddenly appeared.
Is it fire? No! It is an unprecedented existence, flowing out unscrupulously like running water.
Klavason was stunned on the spot, he had no idea what the thing in front of him meant.
Until there was a muffled sound and the entire furnace suddenly collapsed. A bellyful of molten material was hit by falling debris. Some of the molten material was splashed, and part of it actually landed in the room where the charcoal was stored in the Klavasen family, instantly igniting a fire.
"Oops!" Klavason witnessed the hot molten substance on the ground, which was likely to flow into his home and ignite the entire house. At least the charcoal storage room is already on fire, and I'm afraid there's no chance of putting out the fire there.
He didn't care about cleaning up the mess of the destroyed stove. In the critical moment, he just wanted to protect his family.
Klavasen got into the house and shouted at the top of his lungs: "It's on fire! Kawei, take your mother and your wife and leave quickly! Go to our old house!"
Kawei was a little confused. He originally wanted to say some warm words to his wife who was about to give birth to calm Lilia's nervousness, but his father's roar made the whole family nervous.
Kawei complained a little. When he supported his wife and approached the door, he saw that the stove not far away turned into a terrifying existence that was hot and burning. He was almost stupid! At least Lilia was stunned.
"Quickly go! It's important to hold on to your life!"
Kawei woke up from a dream and realized that the furnace was finished anyway, so he really had no choice but to follow his father and escape. As for his own house, thank God, at least a lot of wealth is secretly buried underground in the old house. It is not a big problem if he rebuilds a new house. Only the lives of my family matter!
