When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 639: Holy Textile Factory No.
Under the leadership of the factory director Haze, Leonardo entered the Saint-Etienne No. 1 Textile Factory located in the lower reaches of the Para River.

Passing through the locker rooms and offices, we walked into a wooden factory building as big as a church.

The first thing that caught Leonardo's eye was a huge monster. It looked like a square iron box connected together by countless rivets. It was as big as three or four large wardrobes glued together.

In the middle is a round riveted iron plate covering the holy wheel machine, and the outer layer is filled with messy connecting rods and complex gears.

A main shaft extends from its side, with a windmill-like wheel installed on it. A connecting rod is nailed to the wheel. The connecting rod passes through a series of gears and is connected to two rows of looms along a thick belt.

Leonardo blinked. Without any water power, wind power or livestock pulling it, the windmill-like wheel was actually turning by itself!

He walked around the big iron box twice and dug three feet into the ground, but still couldn't find the source of power.

In other words, the power source is really in this iron box.

This big black monster sat at one end of the workshop like a king, pumping the drive shaft tirelessly.

The thick main drive shaft continuously transmits power to each loom through a thick belt.

Leonardo did not count them carefully, but there were at least thirty looms in front of him, and all of them were driven by such a holy wheel machine.

What a tremendous strength this requires, or what a tremendous endurance this requires.

Could it be that they had imprisoned a tireless knight in that iron box and forced him to crank the handle?
"Can you open the lid of the Holy Wheel Machine so I can take a look?" Leonardo asked Haze, the director of the weaving factory, almost begging.

Haze hesitated at first, but remembering the instructions from the Mechanical Palace before he left, he nodded and said, "I'll send someone to ask. If His Majesty agrees, then I can let you see it."

"It should be." Leonardo rubbed his hands impatiently, pointed at the two rows of looms in front of him and asked, "Can I take a closer look?"

"Of course, go ahead." Haze's gear iron hand made a gesture of invitation.

Leonardo immediately pounced on it like a wolf seeing fresh meat or a dog seeing hot shit.

No matter what kind of loom it is, the principle of weaving is very simple.

Suppose there are ten yarns, numbered one to ten from left to right, arranged perpendicular to the weaver, which is called the warp yarn, and the other yarn stuffed in the shuttle is arranged parallel to the weaver, which is called the weft yarn.

Numbers 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9 were tied to the first stick, and numbers 2, 4, 6, 8, and 9 were tied to the second stick.

When weaving, lift the first wooden stick, with numbers one, three, five, seven, and nine on top and numbers two, four, six, eight, and ten on the bottom, forming an angle.

Then pass the weft yarn through the angle between the two, and push it with a trimmer to compact it, and it becomes cloth.

Next, change the numbers to 2, 4, 6, 8, and 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9 on the bottom, and continue passing the weft yarn between the two, alternating and repeating this process.

It is essentially the same as using ropes to weave a fishing net, except that the mesh is a little smaller.

The loom in front of Leonardo was also modified based on this. Originally, the two sets of warp yarns were lifted and lowered alternately by manpower, but now it has become belts and connecting rods.

The transmission belts fell from the sky and connected to the wheels on the side of each loom. There was a hissing sound of friction between the belts and the wheels, and even dust rose up.

The connecting rod controls the up and down alternating movement of the wooden frame through the power source transmitted by the belt, separating the warp yarns to form a shed.

Amid the sound of clicking, the heald frames wrapped with the warp threads opened and closed in unison, and the air was filled with the smell of steam and lubricating oil.

"This, this is simply..." Leonardo directly expressed his thoughts, "This is just like a huge clock turning."

No wonder there were so many woolen threads piled up on their docks, and did he wonder at the time that there were so many weavers on this little island?

It now seems that there is no need for so many weavers to weave enough woolen cloth.

Suppressing his excitement, Leonardo continued to observe.

When the shed is formed, the operator must immediately step on the pedal to shoot the shuttle containing the yarn out through the steel plate and pass through the shed through the guide rail.

Because the steel sheets are not strong enough to slide very far, Horn's looms can currently only weave relatively cheap narrow cloth.

Next to each holy machine loom, there is an operator who is sweating profusely, stepping on the pedal, and occasionally stopping to adjust the shuttle.

Every time they stepped on the pedals with their left or right feet, the steel plates on both sides of the guide rails would bounce, flicking the shuttle containing the weft yarn to the other side.

"Smart!" Leonardo reacted quickly.

In the past, manual shuttle throwing was used, which means throwing the shuttle carrying the weft yarn through the warp yarns.

With this simple little device and guide rail, the shuttle can fly by with one step, which is five or six times higher than the frequency of manually throwing the shuttle. Thinking of this, Leonardo was suddenly stunned. Doesn't this mean that the current weaving speed is far lower than the maximum speed, and is completely limited by the frequency of the shuttle going back and forth?

What if we put something elastic on both sides of the guide rail and distribute part of the thrust of the belt so that the shuttle can fly back and forth? Wouldn't it be possible to weave faster?
At that time, even these pedal operators will not be needed.

What should be used to make the shuttle move back and forth automatically?

While he was thinking, Haze came back. He smiled and said to Leonardo, "The military police replied that you can only look but not touch. Can you do that?"

"Of course." Leonardo immediately put the matter of the shuttle behind him and followed Haze happily to the Holy Wheel Machine.

As the operator turned the valve, a rumbling hum and the clicking sound of gears entered his ears, and Leonardo opened his eyes wide in anticipation.

The internal structure of the Holy Wheel Machine is actually quite simple, just a set of gears and a roll of mountain copper spring to provide the original speed for the star-cast gears.

The Starforge Gear will then continuously amplify the kinetic energy provided by the Orichalcum Spring by consuming the Aether, and then transfer it to the gears outside.

But after watching for a while, beads of sweat oozed out of Leonardo's forehead. He looked up and down at the huge gear, muttering louder and louder: "Impossible, impossible, this has been disproven, impossible!"

He even took several steps back, slipped, and sat down on the ground, his eyes full of despair.

Because the Holy Wheel Machine in front of us is an impossible mechanical structure!

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This kind of perpetual motion machine, where the left foot steps on the right foot to fly into the sky, has been attempted before, and Leonardo even wrote an article to criticize it.

But now, even the orichalcum spring is not capable of driving such a large gear.

This is a complete fantasy, but everything in front of me cannot be fake, it clearly happened!

"Mr. Leonardo, are you okay?" Haze quickly helped Leonardo up.

"How did you do it? How did you do it?" Leonardo stood up quickly and asked Haze almost pleadingly, "I will join your Pontifical University, and you tell me."

"This machine was designed by the Machinery Palace. I'm just a factory manager and I don't know the principle behind it." Haze shook his head helplessly.

But Leonardo didn't give up. As soon as he stood up, he rushed forward again, almost sticking his head between the Starcast gears and connecting rods: "Damn it, is there a person down there?"

"Hey, hey, hey, be careful, be careful!" This scared Haze so much that he quickly grabbed Leonardo's shoulder and said, "Mr. Leonardo, the ground here is very slippery, don't fall in."

"No one is here. It's empty. Why? What on earth is going on... huh?" Leonardo's puzzled voice came from inside the Holy Wheel Machine. He raised his head, turned sideways and pointed at the inside of the Holy Wheel Machine and asked, "Why is there a blue mouse licking the gears in your machine?"

"Rat?" Haze was stunned for a moment, then he shouted with a dark face, "Who was the person in charge of cleaning the Holy Wheel yesterday? The rat ran in. Didn't you see it?"

But before he could finish his words, a white light appeared behind him.

The molten iron burst out from the Holy Wheel with hot air, blowing up the corners of Leonardo and Haze's clothes.

After all, Haze had been on the battlefield, so he reacted immediately. He grabbed Leonardo by the back of the neck with his iron hand and threw him to the ground, while blowing a warning whistle.

"Dudududu——"

"Enemy attack! There is an enemy attack!"

Without paying attention to the looms that were still running, the operators jumped out of their workstations and rushed towards the Holy Wheel Machine, then stared in amazement at the huge half-melted hole on the iron box.

At this moment, a ball of blue fluorescent thing jumped swiftly from the hole to the ground and let out a shrill roar.

"It's that monster! Call Cheka's demon hunters!"

"Blow the whistle, blow the whistle! Close the gate quickly, don't let it run away."

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

"boom--"

The previously orderly factory was instantly filled with lightning and the roars of the Holy Gunners.

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The Holy See Building in the evening.

"What?" The hand signing the document froze in mid-air, ink dripping from the quill pen onto the document. Horn asked in astonishment, "Did the lightning slime catch it?"

(End of this chapter)