Rise of Rurik

The Kravasson and his son did not rest. The two intend to tame the huge furnace of their own home. They are also passionate about smelting and the pursuit of wealth. A new round of smelting begins.

The new smelting starts from the heating of the furnace. For this reason, the father and son have already sent charcoal burners to refuel, so that the two have stored a lot of new charcoal. In the same way, the ore mined from the local mines suddenly piled up into a small hill.

This time, Cravatson pushes his son Kawhi on what may be called the greatest adventure of his life.

"Kawei, remember my words! This time we're going to smelt all the ore! Then you don't have to risk taking out the sponge iron with pliers! When I release all the slag, we'll wait two or three days. After smelting, the furnace cools down naturally. In this way, the sponge iron we get is enough for us to use for a month!”

Clavason's remarks are indeed a bit exaggerated. Thinking that he was once roasted, Kawhi agreed with his father's request.

A large amount of dry carbon was thrown into the stove, followed by Kawhi tossing in a torch, and after a while there was smoke coming out. At the same time, Clavasson pulled as many as four bladder blowers out of the house, and in turn docked to the inherent, assault-cut out total of four air inlets.

Obviously, when the smelting started, all the blacksmith apprentices had to participate in the heavy blasting work, just to help their masters complete a smelting on an unprecedented scale in the history of the Rus.

It was a fine morning, and after a night of warming up the furnace, Clavason decided that the hearth was at its best.

The blacksmith apprentices, including Kamne, had complete confidence in the next smelting, and everyone waited for their master to issue the final order.

The tall hearth exuded terrifying heat, and Kawhi stared at the furnace, and the scene around its edges became dazed and wobbly.

The hearth is too hot, it's a good time to smelt.

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

"Dad, I know we have to take risks. But what about throwing all the ore mined in ten days into that furnace?"

"Are you afraid?" Clavason looked at his son displeased.

"Of course I'm not afraid. It's just, how long does it take to burn so many ores?!"

"So you're worried about fuel?"

"a little bit."

"You don't have to worry about this alone!" Clavasson said with confidence: "Although our current smelting consumes a lot of fuel.

I've contacted those charcoal burners and everything is fine. No matter how long the stove will be on, we will never be short of good fuel. "

"Okay." Kawhi nodded, even though the doubts in his heart had not dissipated.

Clavasson made up a beautiful picture in his mind, that is, opening the slag outlet, a large amount of molten slag flowed out, and what was left in the furnace was a huge amount of hot sponge iron stacked on top of each other.

He continued to encourage his son: "You have 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 are successful, the future is very long. Time, we don't have to work hard to smelt the sponge iron, we will use the time for the deep processing of the large amount of sponge iron produced."

"Then let's get started, Dad."

"okay!"

Following Clavasson's order, the blacksmith apprentices began to line up the assembly line and began to pass the ore that was smashed into small pieces.

It was Kamne at the top of the steps, standing beside the hot hearth, knowing that a foolish touch could turn a finger into a piece of cooked meat.

He felt that he was favored by his master, and he was the last baton in the entire feeding process, and all the ore had to be thrown into the furnace by his hands.

Kamne was almost tossing ore, and the fall of each ore brought a violent tremor of flames, as well as a massive spurt of sparks, just like the hiccups of an abyss fire dragon.

A long period of time passed, when Kamnee moved his tender body from the bid with difficulty, the whole person slumped on the ground, and couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves.

The situation of the other children was not much better. Everyone was a member of the "human train conveyor belt", but in fact everyone was involved in carrying every piece of ore.

They are children after all, and 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!" Clavason stared, scaring 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 being lazy will lead to failure in smelting? I am kind, but will your master be kind to you who make mistakes in the future? Still stunned What are you doing? Come over with the charcoal, haven't you seen the furnace temperature drop?!"

Clavason's sudden manic criticism made the almost paralyzed children nervous for the second time. With Kamne as the head, all the children hurried to the small room where the charcoal blocks were stacked, and went straight to the stove with bundles of pine charcoal. .

"Don't linger, keep running!" Clavasson put his head together, clapping his hands non-stop.

Under his urging, Kamne ran all the way, even if he felt like his chest was about to burst. Accidentally, he fell down on the sand and gravel ground. The burlap clothes on his body were stained with a lot of sand. Thanks to the protection of the charcoal, he was not injured.

"What are you doing? To be a coward? Kamne, get up for you. Your master is not a coward!"

The boy Kamne, he gritted his teeth and got up, dragged his tired body and continued to hold the broken charcoal branch and went straight to the stove.

A large number of bundles of charcoal were thrown directly into the hearth. Gradually, the Kravasson and his son, who were watching the flames, noticed that the color of the flames had changed.

Because all the ore was thrown in at one go, the temperature of the furnace dropped sharply, causing the red flames to fall into the violent and terrifying thick smoke, and the fishing boats on the sea even thought that someone on the shore was on fire.

Could it be done by throwing all the charcoal into the stove?

Of course not.

Clavasson seemed to be a stern teacher, pointing his fingers at the names of the sloths one by one, and especially saying bad things about Kamne.

The nervous children struggled to overcome their exhaustion. They ran to the idle air bag blower one after another, and aligned all the four blower air outlets with the air inlet of the furnace. They began to lift and press the hearth continuously in pairs, so that a lot of air was poured into the furnace, and the flames from the top of the furnace became more spectacular.

So, it is said that Kravason deliberately abused the blacksmith apprentices under his command?

abuse? This old guy dare not, and there is no need.

These so-called apprentices are not their own people after all, they are all Rurik's servants.

Clavason had no intention of hurting them, but he also acted as a teacher dutifully.

So in the face of his father's severe measures, Kawei just watched from the side, not feeling anything wrong at all. Really answered that sentence: "I am for your own good."

That's true of Kravason, who is doing the same things that Kawhi trained himself in his youth years ago. It is normal for him to give his life-long abilities to young people who are interested in blacksmithing.

Kamne knew what Master meant, and he even cherished the opportunity to be scolded. Even if he was very tired, wouldn't it be more difficult to transport ore with a rattan basket on his back?

A total of eleven children took the lead in operating the blower. Seeing the flames gushing out, Claravason's tense face finally relaxed, and Kawhi noticed that his father was smiling secretly.

"They seem very tired," Kawhi said casually.

"Indeed. But what is this hardship compared to the future effort?"

Kawhi suddenly had some life insights, and he couldn't help but nodded in agreement with his father's words: "It seems that Kamne is working very hard. He is already working hard in Elronborg in the north."

"That's what it should be. Don't you realize that Rurik intends to be brother to this little boy. He is really lucky."

"I understand. He's eager to prove himself useful to his master."

Clavatson shrugged. "They'll all be together years later to witness a great moment. Come on, Kawhi, it's all about us after all."

Two senior blacksmiths finally joined in the critical blower, and up to four bladder blowers were activated at the same time.

If you expect a blower with such limited capacity to blow in a lot of air, then you really underestimate the smelting.

The Kravason father and son were on a protracted adventure. Finally, the children fell to the ground. Kravason had no intention of ordering the exhausted them to continue to fight, but the blower still needed to be constantly operated 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 sell their strength.

By the time it was almost evening, the Kravassons had completely turned into spectators.

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

The Clavasson family has already accumulated a very considerable wealth, because it is in a state of indestructible alliance with Rurik, and the family's wealth can only be further increased.

Blacksmithing in order to survive has long since become a thing of the past. Watching those young fishermen serve the big stove to earn money, an unprecedented feeling of comfort, really made Kravasen feel comfortable.

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

Clavason sat quietly, watching the hired hands do the boring work.

Kawei stood behind his father and couldn't help stomping: "If we knew this, why would we have to work hard? Look at you, this body almost fell apart."

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

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

Kravason shook his head regretfully: "At least your woman is about to give birth. Is it Kuzneslav, right?"

"Yes, a Novgorodian name."

Clavasson shrugged: "In the end, Lilia is also a leader's daughter. Well, my grandson is called this name, and you must train your son harshly like me in the future."

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

"Just what?"

Kawi pointed out a little: "We can hire a lot of people to work for us, and they can do a lot of chores without asking them to strike."

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

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

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

There are as many as 18 fishermen who are employed to screen their nets. Anyway, the job of mending the nets is mainly done by the women of the family. Almost all the fishermen who come ashore will be converted into lumberjacks or hunters as soon as possible. A family works hard to make life easier. Have a better time. Of course, they can gather wealth by gathering and looting, but looting is not the mainstream of life, and it faces huge risks.

The hired fishermen were promised a very generous salary from Kravasen, and in order to get the two silver coins, they had to keep the furnace running at high temperature.

The work even continued into the night! What's going on inside the furnace? In the middle of the night, Kawei tried to touch it with tongs. 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 to burn, even if as much as twenty silver coins worth of pine charcoal has been consumed, all the effort is worth it.

In all fairness, it's not a lot of effort.

Until late at night, Kawi felt that his adventures with his father were no big problem.

But serious problems always occur slowly at times that are invisible to the human eye.

Because of the so-called slag that Kawei was testing with huge tongs, it was no longer pure slag.

The flame spewing from the mouth of the furnace was yellow-white. If Kawei had see-through eyes, he could see the white flame in the core area 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 extreme high temperature in the furnace has reached a certain critical value!

It's another morning, but it's a little cloudy.

Many people are saying that this is a sign of rain. If it rains, the daily fishing work will be put on hold, because no one believes that their small fishing boat can withstand the huge wind and waves. Even Rurik and the fishing boats under his command should now consider the passive moratorium on returning to the port to take shelter from the wind.

The haze can only make the Kravasen father and son feel a little unhappy, but what makes them more regretful is that it was yesterday that they abused their children's strength and forced them to do vigorous exercise in a short period of time. Now their arms are sore, they are all claiming Temporarily unable to carry heavier things.

Clava didn't care. He and his son, Kawi, rewarded the employees who still took turns operating the blower at night with a large quantity of dried fish.

They ate something quickly, with two fine silver coins stuffed into their hands.

Sure enough, the blacksmith did not renege on his promise. It can be said that he not only pays the commission but also manages the meals. The Clavason family is really a good person.

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

Kravason also planned this, since many people were already very tired, the ore in the furnace should be successful after a day and a night of smelting.

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

To be able to get a total of four silver coins in such a simple way, this kind of good thing falls on his shoulders, who would give up the opportunity?

More charcoal was thrown into the stove, the blower still running.

Looks like a good start to the day with no issues.

Knowing that a sudden muffled sound caused all those who operated the blower to stop their work.

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

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

"Strange noise!? I think it's because you didn't sleep with your ears hallucinating."

"But..." The man also wanted to explain that he heard it right, and a new sound suddenly came, and now Klaverson himself heard it.

It seems that it is a cracking sound? !

Cravason had just had an idea, and a new muffled sound came from the stove, and now he couldn't sit still!

As for those employees, they simply avoided the hearth out of instinct to protect themselves.

Finally, there were obvious cracks in the hardened furnace. Seeing the current scene, the hair on Klavathon's body has stood up!

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

Kravason finally turned into a roar, and a group of boys with sore arms next to him ran away first, followed by the employees, panicking.

And the cracked hearth continued to twist and deform, and finally passed through the huge cracks visible to the naked eye, and a bright yellow light appeared.

Is it fire? Do not! It is some kind of unprecedented existence, and it flows out unscrupulously like flowing water.

Clavason was stunned on the spot, he had no idea what the events in front of him represented.

Until a muffled sound, the whole furnace suddenly collapsed. A body of molten material was hit by the falling debris, and some of the molten material was smashed and splashed, and part of it landed in the room where the charcoal was stored in the Kravason's house, which ignited in an instant.

"Oops!" Clavason watched as the hot, molten objects all over the place tended to flow into his home and set it on fire. At least the charcoal storage room is on fire, I am afraid there is no chance to put out the fire there.

He didn't care about cleaning up the mess of the destroyed stove, and he just wanted to protect his family in a critical moment.

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

Kawi was a little confused. He was supposed to say some warm words to his expecting wife to appease Lilia's nervousness, but his father's roar made the whole family nervous.

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

"Come on! It's important to hold on to your life!"

Kawei woke up like a dream. Anyway, the furnace was finished, and he really had to run for his life with his father. As for their own house, oh thank goodness, at least a lot of wealth is secretly buried in the ground of the old house, and it is not a big problem to rebuild the new house. Only the lives of family members matter!