"Han Feng, are there any craftsmen here who are proficient in carpentry?"
Ma Chao walked into Han Feng's office and asked.
"Yes, the carpentry camp is full of carpenters, but I don't know what the young master wants the carpenters to do."
Han Feng answered doubtfully when he heard Ma Chao ask about it while sorting out the official register.
"That's good.
You can invite the most skilled among them here now.
I want him to do something."
Ma Chao was impatient.
Immediately tell Han Feng to find someone.
In less than a cup of tea, Han Feng led the carpenter over.
The carpenter's face was covered with dust, but his eyes were very lively.
It seemed that he had not been dulled by the dark slave life.
Ma Chao was very satisfied with the carpenter's mental state.
He talked with him for a long time and even made gestures with his hands and feet.
Finally, the carpenter looked like he suddenly realized: "My dear young master, this is a brilliant idea.
I can do this thing."
In the carpentry camp, all materials are available, and carpentry work is effortless for the carpenter.
Ma Chao couldn't help but admire the carpenter when he saw the carpenter moving the plane like flying and playing with ink like a god: This is the like of Lu Ban and Gongshu.
After a while, the huge bellows began to take shape.
Ma Chao understood the principle of the bellows and began to guide the carpenter in assembling the tenons.
The carpenter was quick with his hands and feet, and he made a mess in a short time.
After installing the tie rod, the carpenter bowed and said: "Young Master, the bellows you want is ready.
Please review it."
Ma Chao hurriedly bent down, squatted on the ground, and tried to pull the bellows lever a few times.
He felt it was very light.
He went back and forth several times, but there was no wind at all.
After carefully recalling the bellows in his previous life, Ma Chao immediately scolded himself for negligence: "The pull plate 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 any chickens here?"
"Young Master Chicken, what are you doing?"
Han Feng's head is getting bigger and bigger.
What's wrong with this Young Master?
Why are you looking for Chicken now?
"Look for some chicken feathers, remember to have soft ones, not those with hard wings."
"Nuo" Han Feng had no choice but to obey the orders.
The carpenter seemed to have been with Ma Chao for a long time, and had somewhat forgotten Ma Chao's identity.
When he heard what Ma Chao said, he unconsciously asked: "Why do you want chicken feathers?"
After asking, he felt a little uneasy in his heart: This thing, I can't say it's some secret treasure.
I'm just a slave.
What if I offend the young master?
"Only by sticking chicken feathers on the pull board can the air flow be stirred up, and then wind can be generated."
Ma Chao replied, but then he started to worry again: How could we stick chicken feathers on the pull board since there was no glue in ancient times?
It is also possible to use thin wire, but the effect may be less effective.
After Han Feng killed the poor chicken, Ma Chao also thought of a solution.
It took another long time to tighten the chicken feathers on the pull board.
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After the carpenter installed the bellows again.
Ma Chao gently pulled it, and his hand felt heavy.
It felt great.
"Bata, bata," the wind's tongue rang, and wind finally came out.
Ma Chao couldn't help but be overjoyed, clapped his hands and shouted: It's done "Go to the iron-making furnace and try it."
Ma Chao hurriedly ordered the craftsmen to carry the bellows into the forging house and connect the bellows to the iron-making furnace.
This time, because the iron furnace was connected, Ma Chao found it a little difficult to pull it.
He repeatedly pulled the bellows pull plates and made piston movements.
"Bah, bah, bah, bah," the wind's tongue licked the ground, and the flames in the iron furnace flickered.
Scurry.
Compared with that, it not only saves time, but the wind power is also several times stronger.
At this time, Ma Chao found the feeling of pulling bellows on the street when he was a child in his previous life, and his thoughts seemed to float to the clouds of another time and space with the curling smoke: I remember that the old man didn't let himself work in vain, pulling the bellows for a long time, We also gave you a pot of popcorn for free.
Fortunately, we have also planted corn seeds.
When the corn grows in autumn, we will also taste the taste of popcorn.
At this time, the forge room was boiling.
The craftsmen who worked day and night realized what this huge bellows meant to ironmaking.
They looked eagerly at the magical bellows in front of them, and they were all eager to try it.
They admired their young master even more.
The craftsmen thought to themselves: "With the young master's bellows, we will no longer have to use that clumsy hood in the future.
This saves us a lot of effort."
At this time, Han Feng really understood what the young master had done.
He couldn't help but clapped his hands and said, "The young master is really a genius.
If you use this thing to smelt, the force will be small but the wind will be strong.
There will be no interruption, the fire will be stronger, and the bronze will be smelted." , Iron tools are made more refined, they are indeed sacred objects.”
Ma Chao added firewood to the furnace and placed a piece of pig iron in the furnace.
The blacksmith who had used the fire blower hurriedly grabbed the handle of the bellows and pulled it hard.
In order to ensure the heat of the iron-making furnace, Ma Chao's bellows was made very large.
After a while, the blacksmith was so tired that he was sweating profusely, but he still looked upbeat.
All of a sudden, the small wind board "cracked" sounded, and the flames in the furnace rushed straight.
In a short time, the iron block melted into molten iron.
The blacksmith said in surprise: "It's more than twice as fast as usual.
It's really a miracle."
"Young Master is a genius, I admire you.
Thank you, Master, for showing sympathy to such a craftsman."
A group of craftsmen knelt down in front of Ma Chao.
The blacksmith who was blowing the fire before even kowtowed to Ma Chao several times.
Looking at the circle of kneeling craftsmen in front of him, an unparalleled sense of accomplishment 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 ago."
Yes, I am this genius inventor from the late Han Dynasty."
"This thing is convenient and easy to make.
It can be large or small and can be used in any fire.
In the future, all our forging houses will use this bellows."
"In addition, this bellows is not pulled by strong force, but by grasping the inertia of the lever and pulling it long and slowly, the wind will be stronger.
Like the man before, in fact, he has not yet mastered the characteristics of the bellows.
I will wait for you in the future.
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Once you are familiar with it, you will know that it will save a lot of effort.”
"There are chicken feathers on the pull board, and the bellows can't be pulled easily.
Over time, the chicken feathers on the board are worn away.
It's easy to pull, but the wind is less.
Everyone should perform maintenance frequently, remove the bellows, and re-install it in a rectangular shape.
Chicken feathers are tightly tied around the pull board to restore the wind force in time. " Ma Chao, who was so excited, did not forget to inform the craftsmen of all the characteristics of the bellows.
"What do you call this master?"
Ma Chao asked the carpenter who was making the bellows.
"I have a humble name and I don't dare to use my surname because of my official status."
The carpenter replied respectfully.
"Give you a month, how many manpower and wood will be needed to equip all my furnaces with bellows?
Master Han Feng will arrange it with you."
Ma Chao asked.
The old man was extremely impressed by the god-like young master in front of him.
Without thinking, he replied loudly: "Even if I risk my life, I will build all the bellows for you, young master."
"Okay," Ma Chao praised loudly, "Hun, if you complete your mission, Chao will remove you from your membership and give you another reward."
"Thank you so much, young master, I dare you to disobey me," the carpenter replied impassionedly.
Taking off the official status is a huge temptation for the craftsmen in the iron shop.
As slaves, they live like cattle and horses in the iron shop all day long.
There is no freedom at all, let alone the right to marry a wife, and can only work until death.
Moreover, they have to suffer unwarranted contempt and beatings from others: slave, this shameful word, makes them unable to hold their heads up.
At this moment, hearing Ma Chao's promise to remove the carpenter's official status, the craftsmen who had been suppressed for a long time seemed to see a glimmer of light in the darkness.
They looked at Ma Chao's eager eyes, as if they could see that this man in brocade clothes often came to this place as hot as a steamer.
The young master melted away.
"Everyone," Ma Chao cleared his voice: "No matter who you are in the future, anyone who can contribute to the innovation of the iron shop, whether it is equipment invention, process improvement, or other suggestions, or even worse, works hard, is dedicated and competent in the iron shop.
People of virtue.
Chao will treat you equally, remove your subordinate status, and return you to your status as civilians.
Not only that, Chao will also grant you the honor of official positions so that your descendants will be proud of you."
As soon as Ma Chao finished speaking, there were no cheers in the blacksmith shop, but whimpering sounds: These slaves, who were regarded as livestock and had a bleak future, finally saw the hope of success and could no longer hold back the bitter tears.
As for Ma Chao's last sentence, they didn't dare to think about it. but.
Later, when Ma Chao really did this, almost most of the craftsmen in the late Han Dynasty tried their best to come to the Ma family's arsenal, and they couldn't stop them. s: The joke the expert made on me kept me awake all night, and now I feel dizzy: