After being stranded on a deserted island, they all plotted against me

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But it's just based on intuition and common sense.

Zhang Liu could roughly guess that the temperature of such a flame would be somewhat unsatisfactory, so he silently increased the strength in his hands.

When Zhang Liu pressed the handle of the manual blower hard.

Zhao Yiran also kept picking up pieces of charcoal and putting them into the iron smelting furnace.

And the raw materials for iron smelting are added at the rate of ten pieces of charcoal for one piece of pyrite.

Song Shuyao's action of feeding water encountered an obstacle at this moment.

The main reason was that Zhang Liu was afraid that he would drink too much and have to go to the toilet.

However, he also enjoyed Song Shuyao's service of wiping the sweat off his forehead.

Just when the three thought they could continue like this.

Then the shifts change.

When the iron smelting was finally completed.

Accompanied by a crisp "bang" sound coming from the wooden stick in Zhang Liu's hand.

It's just that the rope made of rattan bark broke directly.

His fingers, which were originally pressing down steadily, immediately touched the outer casing of the hair dryer.

The nail happened to be stuck on the shell of the calcined earthenware, accompanied by a teeth-grinding squeaking friction sound. Zhang Liu immediately grimaced in pain and even almost cried.

But at the moment he was not in the mood to cry out in pain, nor did he have time to hold his hands to ease his pain.

The temperature inside the iron smelting furnace will never wait.

Remove the broken rope.

Zhang Liu held the central wooden stick of the blower with both hands and began to rub it back and forth.

He didn't need to give any orders.

Song Shuyao, who was wiping his sweat, immediately said, "I'll go get a new rope."

I have experienced many unsuccessful attempts to make fire by turning wood.

She knew only too well how tiring it was to rotate manually like this.

So when Song Shuyao saw Zhang Liu's flywheel design, she secretly admired it in her heart.

Before, she, Teacher Zhou and others could not think of it no matter how hard they tried.

Soon the new rope was brought back by Song Shuyao.

Just in case.

Not only did she take the remaining seven bamboos from Bamboo House No. 1.

He also asked Zhou Fang, who had just returned from collecting wood and was making lunch, to help him knead some more for later use.

After getting the new rope.

Zhang Liu, whose palms had been rubbed so hard that they were painful, no longer used the wooden board as a pressing handle.

Instead, the rope is directly looped around the top, making it a simple pull-rope structure.

In this way, the durability of the entire rope is significantly improved.

Just now, he had rotated it with his palm and observed secretly.

The flywheel rope does not break in the middle.

But it's the place where the wooden stick is tied.

In other words, the rope was broken.

Without saying anything else, Zhang Liu held both ends of the rope with his hands and continued to control the quadrilateral blades inside to rotate continuously.

Gusts of oxygen-containing wind are continuously sent into the furnace cavity of the iron-smelting furnace amid the humming sound of the rotating blades.

At this moment, inside the iron smelting furnace, the main body of pyrite, which was originally dark yellow and looked like a gold nugget at first glance, has turned into a shiny red color, and at first glance it looks like a piece of charcoal that has been burning to the extreme.

The sedimentary rock wrapped around it begins to decompose continuously under the oxidation and smelting of charcoal as the blower delivers air again and again.

It's not a melting decomposition.

The melting point of sedimentary rocks is around 800 to 2,000 degrees, and has different melting points depending on the composition of the minerals in it.

Zhang Liu's crude "iron-making furnace", which is only 1.5 meters high and cannot even be considered a blast furnace, can never reach the terrifying temperature of 2,000 degrees that can directly transform iron ore into molten iron.

But the burning temperature of charcoal itself can reach about 800 degrees.

In the case of a closed iron-making furnace and oxygen is introduced from time to time to assist combustion.

There is no problem with its maximum temperature reaching over 1,000.

Therefore, there are some red slag like crumbs on the outer layer of the pyrite, which are blown away with the air that is injected again and again.

And after they mix with charcoal ash in the air flow.

At this moment, the gas that continuously emerges from the mushroom-like "cap outlet" of the iron smelting furnace has changed from pure black charcoal color to gray-black.

As the iron-making progress continued.

Zhang Liu, Song Shuyao, and Zhao Yiran were already covered in sweat.

Zhao Yiran, who was in charge of placing the charcoal, was being extremely careful at this moment.

Because just by putting your fingers near these gases, you can feel the extreme heat.

So now she uses branches to pick up large pieces of charcoal and keeps putting them in through the hole.

Zhao Yiran was too lazy to take the small piece of charcoal at this moment.

Although she couldn't see what was going on inside the iron furnace.

But Zhao Yiran could also judge that the charcoal consumption rate must be very alarming because he kept putting charcoal in the hole, but it was never full.

So her first choice is large pieces of charcoal.

"Zhang Liu, drink some water."

As a "human blower replacement tool man".

Song Shuyao was waiting for the other party to say he was tired.

But by the time lunch came, Zhou Fang and others had already delivered it.

And two ropes were used up.

But the boy in front of him continued to pull and pull without stopping.

So she had no choice but to pick up the cup and feed the other person water.

"Well, Shuyao, let me take your place. I can't do it anymore."

This time, Zhang Liu did not drink a sip of water and continued to work. He reached out to take the cup of water that Song Shuyao handed to him. He looked at her and spoke.

You know your own physical strength best.

Feeling the soreness and swelling in his arms, Zhang Liu understood that this was his limit and he needed to have a good rest next.

Iron smelting is not a quick task and it is not something that can be done by one person alone.

After handing over the task of pulling the flywheel rope to Song Shuyao.

Zhang Liu held the water cup and looked at Zhao Yiran, whose hands were black from touching charcoal. Then he asked, "Zhao Yiran, do you need a replacement?"

"I don't need that..." Zhao Yiran shook her head gently and whispered, "Can you call me the same way you call me A-Yao?"

While talking.

The white part of her cheeks, which were stained with a little bit of smoke, also quietly turned red.

This is a little concern that girls have for the degree of intimacy.

If it is allowed, you will get immense happiness and joy.

Chapter 447: You can only say husband ten times a day!

"Yi Ran."

Zhang Liu smiled slightly, and then immediately changed the name he was addressing.

Ever since I had that heart-to-heart talk with Zhou Fang.

He has thought this matter through very clearly.

Since you have already accepted the girls' feelings for you.

Then you must take the initiative.

Instead of forcing every girl to do something forced and proactive.

What's more, I accepted her first kiss before...

Thinking of this, Zhang Liu's eyes fell on Zhao Yiran's lips.

Among the five girls who kissed the day before yesterday, this one was the most "restrained".

Looking up at Zhang Liu, who was already soaked in sweat, Zhao Yiran, who was also sweating madly due to the high temperature, asked, "I'm a little tired too. Zhang Liu, do you want to go back and rest?"

"Well, I'm going to go back to Bamboo House No. 1, then I'll wipe myself and rest."

Put down the bamboo teacup.

Then he simply wiped his hands with the clean curtain cloth placed next to him.

Then Zhang Liu picked up a piece of roasted taro sprinkled with salt and put it in his mouth and started chewing.

Feeling the satisfaction coming from his mouth, he nodded with satisfaction.

The taste is generally quite good.

Because it was placed next to the iron smelting furnace.

Until now, the taro pieces are still slightly warm and not cold when eaten.

Song Shuyao and Zhao Yiran had already eaten when lunch was served. Zhang Liu was the last one to have dinner at the mountainside shelter.

After eating the roasted taro, I drank a glass of plum water.

The satisfied feeling in his stomach made him feel relieved, and he also wanted to take a rest.

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, Zhang Liu saw Zhou Fang walking towards him carrying five or six newly woven ropes.

I saw him stand up and turn around, and his hands had been wiped clean.

Zhou Fang immediately knew that the other party was planning to take a break.

So she quickly ran a few steps forward with the five ropes in her hands, walked up to the three people and asked, "Is there any place where I need to take turns?"

"Well, I plan to go back and wipe myself and rest. Teacher Zhou, please stay here and prepare for the shift change." Zhang Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and then spoke.

"Row."

Without saying much, Zhou Fang took over the other person's job.

She seemed incredibly reliable at this moment.

Just grasp the principle.

Iron smelting is not essentially a difficult job, but rather a painstaking process.

After all, to put it bluntly, it is just burning fire to melt things.

The first thing Zhou Fang did after she came over was not to help Song Shuyao pull the rope.

Instead, he helped Zhao Yiran push all the charcoal nearby.

It is convenient to put it into the iron smelting furnace.

Now in bamboo house number one.

Qin Ruoshuang is weaving ropes.

Xiang Lingying and Gu Qingrou beside her were sleeping together.