Getting out of the kiln is not an easy job, and it also requires dust protection.
Whether it is quicklime or cinder, there is a lot of dust in it.
The most important thing is that we can't use water yet, so we can only use masks.
Buying masks costs money, and as long as it costs money, people in the village will definitely not do it.
It seems that in the future, the lime from each company can only be delivered by themselves. In this way, taking turns, we will not easily get pneumoconiosis.
As for if it is turned into a factory in the future, we really need to pay close attention to dust prevention!
With the decision made, Qin Jun looked at the crowd again. Didn't a group of people come to help? Just slacking off over there?
"Xiaojun, your house has been burned. Let me burn the next kiln!"
At some point, Qin Zhijiu approached Qin Jun, and his words startled him.
After taking a look, I saw Uncle Jiu, who was dressed in tattered clothes and had a dark face, like a dead tree turning into spirit.
Qin Jun didn't react. His house was burned down? Why does it sound so weird?
This Uncle Nine really can’t speak! No wonder the matchmaker was furious because she said she was selling her daughter.
"Uncle Jiu, if you can't speak, we won't speak!"
Qin Jun spared his head, what do you mean his house was burned down?
"Well, your whole family has been burned. It's the villagers' turn, right? The captain's house has been burned..."
Qin Jun and Qin Zheng's faces turned dark.
Qin Zheng, who had already followed, said directly: "Look more, listen more, and talk less!"
"You are really feudal and superstitious. I changed my mind. You have all been burned. It's your turn..."
"You'd better shut up! If you don't change your mouth, your whole family will be single!"
Qin Zhihe finally couldn't bear it anymore and said unceremoniously.
Qin Jun was afraid that Uncle Jiu would say something sarcastic, so he quickly said: "This kiln will burn your lime. Remember, the key point is lime."
"Hey, if I didn't tell you, how could you still not know that what is being burned is lime?" Qin Zhijiu said.
Everyone is silent. You know what you know, but you have to say it!
"I have money. Don't worry. The five hundred yuan belongs to our family. We didn't ask anyone to borrow it. When we build a house, I don't think anyone will dare to say that our family is poor!"
Looking at the proud Qin Zhijiu, Qin Jun was speechless.
Since he said that, it's probably true.
I really didn’t expect that a family dressed like beggars could still save five hundred yuan.
Qin Zhijiu's family is really not particular about what they wear. Just like the clothes he is wearing now, he doesn't know who he picked them up from, but they are actually work clothes.
It's that kind of blue labor protection suit, but it's stained with a lot of oil and full of patches.
The most important thing is that the clothes are too small for him, and the trousers are shrunk to his calves, revealing black shiny cotton trousers.
And these cotton pants were obviously a bit too small, so Qin Zhijiu actually exposed his ankles when he moved for a long time.
Needless to say, no socks!
Coupled with the tattered cotton shoes, they all revealed a shabby and poor appearance.
But such farmers can be found everywhere now.
Even Qin Jun's clothes at this time were not much better than his.
To be honest, Qin Jun's cotton-padded clothes fit him well. At most, they were not shiny because they were too dirty.
Qin Jun looked at his father, how did they live?
Their family's life is not much better than that of Qin Zhijiu's family, so why haven't they saved much money?
Qin Zhihe felt uncomfortable looking at him: "How many of you brothers used to go to school for free?"
"Your eldest brother doesn't want money to marry his wife?"
"Are your nephews free of charge for birth? No charge for milk powder? If you don't have milk powder, you have to buy rice cereal!"
"You guys used to be foodies and didn't make any money. How did our family save money?"
"Don't think your cotton-padded clothes are not new. The price is not cheap. Cloth costs money, needlework costs money, and cotton costs money!"
Qin Jun was speechless. How could he not know that food, clothing, housing and transportation cost money?
But now my family is too poor. Looking at the smoking lime kilns, it’s a pity that I can’t make money from this.
There is no other way, I still have to point to Wong Tai Sin to make the first pot of gold.
With the idea in mind, Qin Jun no longer cared about the lime kiln. He was thinking about whether he could get some iron oxide after leaving the kiln.
In the first kiln he fired at home, although he did not deliberately use iron ore to repair the kiln, there must be slag in it.
Because the most discarded steel slag here is, sure enough, after the kiln entrance is cleaned, there are some round iron particles in the finally cleaned cinders.
"Qin Han, help me pick out all the iron inside."
"Okay, but it's more convenient for you to call me Dahan. When I'm in use, I'm Qinhan, and when I'm not in use, I'm Dahan. It feels awkward!"
Seeing Qin Han's serious look, many people around him laughed.
If you use it, it's a baby, if you don't use it, you're a cow, right?
Qin Jun also smiled. If anyone says Qin Han is stupid again in the future, he should really pay attention. Anyone who says he is stupid is a fool.
In the midst of laughter and fuss, five tons of limestone per kiln were soon placed, and now the only thing left was to close the kiln.
Qin Zhijiu had already prepared, so the kiln was completed very quickly.
By the time this side was about to be completed, it was already almost noon.
Qin Jun felt hungry for a long time, but he wanted to see how his father performed today.
If I keep my word, I will eat Sanhe noodle steamed buns when I get home at noon today, and it must be a pound.
If he doesn't keep his word, he will have to make other plans.
He has to be calculating when working for his own family. This is really not because he is being hypocritical. The main reason is that the feeling of starvation is really uncomfortable.
After all the work, the food was not enough, and I got hungry early in the evening!
If you don’t wake up hungry every morning, who really think you would have the motivation to get up at four or five in the morning?
"Hey, boy, come here and see if it's this book!"
Just when Qin Jun was already planning whether he would eat steamed buns when he went home today, Yu Aiguo came over again.
I didn't pay attention just now, but I didn't expect that he was going to the commune, and he was holding a book of One Hundred Thousand Whys in his hand.
Qin Jun was a little embarrassed. Is he so powerful?
However, is this too much emphasis?
Just burn some lime, what more?
I picked it up and took a look at it. One Hundred Thousand Whys published in 1973 seemed to be different from what he said.
The most important thing is that this book mainly records steelmaking, and there is no content at all about basic chemistry and physics.
"This book is not expensive, only 41 cents, but it's a pity that it's just this one, and I didn't find any information on how to burn lime."
Saying that, Yu Aiguo still looked regretful.
At this time, Qin Zheng saw Yu Aiguo and came over: "Can't find the Xinhua Bookstore in the commune? Is it really not possible to go to other communes to have a look?"
Yu Aiguo shook his head and said: "There is no need to look for it. All the useful books have been bought by those who are taking college entrance examinations. I heard that it is because in the past two years, some people used this book to review and got into college."
Qin Jun was a little stunned, as if this kind of thing had happened in his memory.
Well now, his lie has finally come true.
"This book is not bad. It teaches us how to make steel!" Qin Jun said with a smile.
"Bah!" Qin Zheng spat hard: "Who doesn't know how to make steel? Look at what we have made, it's all piled up here!"
"Haha, you are just fooling around. Look, there are detailed instructions here! If you had followed the instructions in this book before, you would have definitely been able to smelt qualified steel."
Seeing how serious Qin Jun was, Qin Zheng hesitated: "Really?"
"Is that still false? I remember that there used to be a blacksmith in the village, right? Is his guy still there?"
This was the purpose of the Qin army, because the small blast furnaces were unusable and the ones they built back then were substandard.
Besides, he couldn't afford it for his small fuss.
"Yes, they are all in the village's warehouse! But those things have nothing to do with steelmaking!"
At this point, Qin Zheng slapped his thigh and said, "If we really talk about steelmaking, those guys who pour the iron pot are very useful. They seem to have crucibles."
Pour the wok? Qin Jun was startled when he heard this, and then suddenly realized.
Using sand to make molds and melting iron in a crucible for casting were the original methods of making iron pots in the village.
In fact, the seemingly rough and simple cast iron pot is not simple. Even in later generations, it is still irreplaceable.
It is especially favored by the elderly in rural areas and people who are accustomed to making fires for cooking.
But to make an iron pot, you must first make sand and make a mold.
What kind of thing you want to make depends on what kind of model you want to make with sand.
This technique is relatively primitive, but it is also an essential part of ironmaking.
There are actually tools for making iron pots in the village, so it will be much easier for him to make small things.
Qin Zheng really gave him a surprise. Now that he has the tools, materials, and fuel, can he start work now?
There was nothing gained this morning, but Qin Jun was still worried about it.
Now, as long as he has the tools, he can make an airsoft gun by hand.
