Chapter 92 Made of bellows

"Han Feng, can there be a craftsman who is proficient in carpentry here?" Ma Chao walked into Han Feng's office and asked.

"Yes, the wood camp is full of carpenters, but I don't know what the main carpenters do?" Han Feng was sorting out the Official Register and answered doubtfully after hearing Ma Chao's inquiry.

"It's good to have it. You can invite the most skilled one among them here now. I have something for him to do." Ma Chao is impatient. Immediately ordered Han Feng to find someone.

With less than a cup of tea, Han Feng led the carpenter over. The carpenter's gray face was full of dust, and his eyes were very flexible, and it seemed that he had not been crushed by the dark slave life. Ma Chao was very satisfied with the carpenter's mental state. He talked to him for a long time and compared it. Finally, the carpenter suddenly realized; "Okay! The young master has a smart idea, and I can do this!"

In the wooden camp, there are all kinds of materials, and carpentry is effortless for the carpenter. Ma Chao looked at the carpenter's planing like flying and playing ink like a god, and couldn't help admiring: This is Luban and public losers!

In a short time, the huge bellows have begun to take shape. Ma Chao understood the principle of the bellows and began to guide the carpenter to assemble. The carpenter was so sharp that he didn't get it in a short time.

After installing the rod, the carpenter bowed and said, "Young master, the bellow box you want is ready. Please review it!"

Ma Chao hurriedly bent down, squatted on the ground, and tried to pull the bellows pull rod a few times. His men felt very light and went back several times, but there was no wind. Looking back on the bellows of his previous life, Ma Chao immediately scolded himself for his negligence: "The drawing board of this bellows has not been tied with chicken feathers. Where did the wind come from?"

At this time, Ma Chao shouted, "Han Feng, do we have chickens here?"

"Chicken? Young master, this is..." Han Feng's head is getting bigger and bigger. Why is this young master suddenly? Why is he still looking for a chicken now?

"Find some chicken feathers, remember to be soft, not those hard wings."

"No..." Han Feng had no choice but to obey the instructions.

The carpenter seemed to have stayed with Ma Chao for a long time and forgot Ma Chao's identity. Hearing Ma Chao say this, he unconsciously asked, "What's the use of the main chicken feathers?" After asking, I was a little worried: this thing can't be said to be a confidential treasure. I'm just a slave, in case I annoy the young master...

"Only by sticking the chicken feathers on the pull board can we encourage the airflow and generate wind power." Ma Chao replied, but then began to worry again: There was no glue in ancient times, how can chicken feathers stick to the pull board?

It's also okay to use thin lines, but the effect may be almost 'after Han Feng killed the poor chicken, Ma Chao also thought of a solution.

It took a long time to strangle the chicken feathers on the board. After the carpenter packed the bellows again. Ma Chao pulled gently, and he had a heavy feeling at hand, which felt great. B-ta! B-ta!" The wind's tongue sounded and finally the wind came out. Ma Chao couldn't help but be overjoyed and clapped his hands and shouted: It's done!

"Try the ironmaking furnace!" Ma Chao hurriedly ordered the craftsman to carry the bellows into the forging house and connect the bellows with the iron furnace.

This time, because of the connection of the iron furnace, Ma Chao felt a little difficult to pull it. He repeatedly pulled the bellows and did the piston movement, "Bah! B-ta!" The wind licked his tongue, and the flames in the iron furnace rushed away. Compared with that, it not only saves time, but also has several times more wind power.

At this time, Ma Chao found the feeling of pulling the bell box on the street when he was a child in his previous life, and his thoughts seemed to float to another cloud of time and space with the curling coal smoke: I remember that the old man hadn't let himself dry for nothing, pulled the bellows for a long time, and blew a pot of popcorn for free... Fortunately, we have also planted corn, and after autumn, we have corn, and we have to taste the taste of popcorn.

At this time, the forging house was boiling, and the hard-working craftsmen realized what this huge bellows meant to ironmaking. They eagerly looked at the magical bellows in front of them and were eager to try. The craftsmen thought, "With the bellow box of the young master, we will no longer need that clumsy niche in the future!" I don't know how much effort has saved us!"

At this time, Han Feng really understood what the young master had done and couldn't help clapping his hands and saying, "The young master is really a genius!" If this thing is used for smelting, the force is small and the wind is strong, and there is no interval between them. The furnace fire is more prosperous, and bronze and iron are refined. It is indeed a divine object.

Ma Chao added wood to the furnace and put a piece of raw iron in the furnace. The blacksmith who had previously used a torch quickly grabbed the bellows handle and pulled it up hard. In order to ensure the heat of the iron furnace, Ma Chao's bellows were made very huge. Soon the blacksmith was sweating, but he still looked excited. For a while, the small wind plate sounded, and the flames rushed straight in the furnace. In a short time, the iron block melted into iron water.

The blacksmith said in surprise, "It's more than twice as fast as usual. It's really a divine thing!"

"The young master's talent is a genius, and he admires it, and Xie Shao's main character is a craftsman!" A group of craftsmen knelt down to Ma Chao. And the blacksmith who blew the fire before kowtowed several times to Ma Chao.

Looking at the kneeling craftsman in front of him, an unparalleled sense of achievement rose from the bottom of his heart. At this time, Ma Chao seemed to hear a proud voice shouting in his heart: "I, Ma Chao, invented this bellows more than a thousand years in advance! Damn, I'm the genius inventor of the late Han Dynasty!"

"This thing is convenient and easy to make, large or small, and can be used everywhere. In the future, we will use this bellows to forge all the houses.

"In addition, this bellows is not good enough to pull, but to grasp the inertia of the pull rod and pull it long and slowly, so that the wind is more and more powerful. Like the previous man, in fact, he has not mastered the characteristics of the bellows. When you are familiar with it in the future, you will know that it will save a lot of effort.

"The chicken feathers were strangled on the pull board, and the bellows were pulled countless times. Over time, the chicken feathers on the board were worn out. It's easy to pull, but the wind is low. You should repair it diligently, remove the bellows, and densely strangle the chicken feathers around the rectangular pull board to restore the wind in time.

Ma Chao, who is floating, does not forget to inform the craftsmen of all the characteristics of this bellow.

"What's the name of this master?" Ma Chao asked the carpenter who built the bellows.

"A cheap name is Hun, and I dare not call it a surname." The carpenter replied respectfully.

"I'll give you a month, and all the furnaces in the iron shop can be equipped with bellows? How many people and wood do you need? Lord Han Feng will arrange it with you. Ma Chao asked.

The old man was extremely convinced by the god-like young master in front of him. Without thinking about it, he replied loudly, "Even if the little man risks this life, he will build all the bellows for you."

"Good!" Ma Chao praised loudly, "Hun, if you complete your mission, Chao will be exempted from your officialdom and there will be another reward!"

"Thank you, young master, the villain dares not obey!" The carpenter replied impassionedly.

Take off the official register, which is a great ** for the craftsman of the iron shop. As slaves, they live like cattle and horses in the iron shop all day long. Without the slightest freedom, let alone the right to marry a daughter-in-law, you can only work to death. Moreover, they also have to be despised and beaten by others for no reason: slaves, this word of shame, makes them unable to lift their heads.

At this moment, hearing Ma Chao promise to remove the official title for the carpenter, the long-pressed craftsmen seemed to see a glimmer of light in the dark and looked at Ma Chao's eager eyes, as if to melt the young master who often came to this hot place like a steamer.

"Gentlemen!" Ma Chao cleared his voice: "No matter who can contribute to the innovation of the iron shop in the future, whether it is equipment invention or process improvement, or other suggestions, what's more, people who work hard, are dedicated and virtuous in the iron shop. Super will treat you equally, remove your official status, and return everyone's civilian identity! Not only that, Chao will also give you the glory of your official position and make your descendants proud of you!"

As soon as Ma Chao finished speaking, the blacksmith's shop did not cheer, but cried: these slaves, who were regarded as livestock and had a dark future, finally saw the hope of rising out and could no longer stand the bitter tears.

As for Ma Chao's last sentence, they dare not think about it. However. Later, when Ma Chaozhen did this, almost all the craftsmen at the end of the Han Dynasty tried to come to the Ma family's arsenal and couldn't stop him...