George covered his face, rubbed it vigorously, and prayed with dumbfounded hands: 'Damn, the god of refuge, I am the first time like you sincere prayer ah, you more or less give me some face ah, but let me other fields of grain harvest better ah! I was fucking called here by you to plant! You can't leave me alone!
After flipping through the scrolls again, I found that Johannes actually planted a lot of fields, and it's only been a morning. So there really can't be any rush. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little more settled in his heart.
'Let's not think about it, the food output of each field is uneven, we have to harvest all of them before we can know the specifics.'
George felt that, no matter what, tighten the belt, how can also last until the autumn potato harvest. Now the scope of the shelter has expanded a lot. The fields around here that had been purified by divine grace could still be carefully tended because there was no mist. The territory should not have a problem supporting through the winter.
'I hope there should be more food, it's not good to strangle your belly so much every day to eat, the bodies of the young and strong need to be conditioned in order to act as a force for the shelter. The monsters to the east are already getting more and more...'
Maybe because of the morning water transport, some places are surprisingly a little muddy, especially those near the farmhouse, not only muddy, but also a stinky smell.
George shook off the rotten mud on his feet and scratched his hair, somewhat confused.
There was a group of bare feet, stepping on the mud children cheekily playing by the roadside, seems to be grabbing a large grasshopper.
Seeing this scene, the lord's eyes suddenly lit up, he beckoned, called the children over, and assigned the only idle people in the territory some special tasks - catching grasshoppers.
After fooling these children for a while and telling them to keep this little secret between them, George walked away happily.
When he came near the blacksmith store, old Duke was with two strong, busy inside the shed next to the blacksmith store. And some old women were gathering in a pile in front of the door, handling wolf skins, wolf tendons, weaving baskets and other things.
When I got close, a hot air came to my face, in addition to a smell of sulfur and sweat acid.
"My lord, you are here?" Duke picked up the rag on his shoulder and wiped the sweat, and said with glowing eyes: "What a blessing, the furnace here still works, and it's a lot bigger than the one I have. This saves me a lot of work. A few of us have just picked the ore and coal, and are now refining it. Also some of the scrap iron has to go back into the furnace, or else use them to forge weapons that won't last more than a few times."
George nodded his head, indicating understanding.
In his original inherent impression, molten ore is needed 'blast furnace' such things, and in ancient times, such things may be like built with clay (he did not know too much, but the impression that it is so). But among the memories of this world, all the furnaces he had seen were not built by human hands, but formed tools.
This is the contribution made by a certain scholar who studied alchemy deeply, solving many of the difficulties of high temperature.
So certain furnaces will even be small, but that kind of miniature furnace, are dedicated to alchemy - furnace those precious magical materials. Even certain meteoric iron.
Back to the gods, George swept around.
That has been covered with dust and mud before the pile of coal, has been turned over again. And screened. The iron ore on one side was also picked and sorted. Not far away there is a pile of charcoal.
It seemed that the three men had not been idle in one breath.
He asked, "Those lockets can still be repaired, right?"
The old blacksmith was just about to open his mouth to converse when he saw a few collar people rushing over from not far away. After saluting towards George, they rushed to pull the old blacksmith to discuss the matter.
''It's really busy enough.'' Looking at the old blacksmith so busy, George had to walk to the side and wait up.
Although the collar people are now in their own way, but there is no main backbone. So many things they can not make decisions, or have to come over to ask the old blacksmith who has knowledge, experience and a little literacy.
George listened to the side, but he is for these farm work and chores do not know, so did not help what.
After the lord had gone, Duke instructed the two young men what to do next, and then took the time to report back with the lord.
"Lord, you just asked what to come? Oh, look at my head, you said that the locking armor ah? I'm all busy dizzy..." After saying this, old Duke ruffled a handful of hair sweat, hurried to the side of the workbench above, lifted the tarpaulin. Pointing to the tattered lockets, he said: "Lord, the ones you put here before are broken, and only the one you were wearing before is still okay. But this is not bad, at least it is not necessary for me to hit the iron ring again. So I can still get two pieces by taking them apart and mending them."
'Dismantling and mending...' George's face was a little bitter after hearing this. He nodded his head and thought: 'No matter how it works, it's okay, it's just less durable...'
At this time another collar people ran over and discussed with Duke, all about some details of the labor above, as well as some difficult problems.
George listened to the side, suddenly could not help but feel some headache. If you have to worry about these chicken and egg things every day, I'm afraid that nothing needs to be done.
''It seems that if the territory wants to develop in the future, it really can't rely on me alone.'' Secretly shaking his head, George wandered around again.
While observing the blacksmith store information, George found that the current iron resources of the territory was 43 units. And this number was changed out since the territory had the old blacksmith. At the very beginning, it was only a single digit.
After thinking about it, he understood the reason for it.
Previously, the shelter was to follow up on his and Alexander's level to estimate how much iron the territory could have to use. That is to say, if the two of them to refine iron, that is, they can get a few kilograms ...
But old Duke is a professional blacksmith, the level naturally can not be compared with them.
''Earlier, Old Duke told me that these scrap iron from the territory plus the ore could melt roughly eighty pounds of iron, so it seems that 1 unit is 1 kilogram.''
After a while, old Duke informed away the men and turned back to find that the lord lord was staring at the two young men who were singing and drumming the wind at the same time.
"Aha, my lord, this is a song passed down from my ancestors, just sing it five times and the iron inside the furnace will be almost ready - many people think that we inflict sorcery through this kind of song when making iron, but actually not. This is just some experience we have passed down." Old Duke said with a smile.
George listened to the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: 'is relying on the song to judge the time and temperature, right... However, this is too...'
However, George found that these blacksmiths seemed to know how to refine raw iron to mature iron.
But raw iron is too brittle to be easily wrought, and cooked iron is too soft. So the manufactured things are not good.
George frowned and thought hard for half a day, trying to put forward a little advice by virtue of his identity as a traveler, but in the process of communication, found that he understood the 'common sense', not as much as these 'ancient' blacksmiths --In George's imagination, iron ore is thrown directly into the furnace. But people blacksmiths are iron ore are ground into powder, after the charcoal cracked, before they start to get.
Something like that, he found himself in fact, even as a modern man, can not go across to guide others. Otherwise it would only make a joke.
'It seems that if we want to develop our technology tree, I'm afraid we can only rely on the smart people of this world. There are specialties in the field of art, and those who don't know how to do it, it's better not to direct blindly.' Thinking of this, George could not help but sigh.
"How long can we use the iron and coal now?"
"We have a lot of iron in the territory, and there are still some stocks inside the blacksmith store. So iron is enough for us for the time being. But coal is a little short, because it's almost winter..." Said here, the old blacksmith could not help but shake his head and smiled bitterly: "Lord, wait a few days, we have to prepare some wood. Although wood is not as good as coal, but it is better than weeds - every winter there will be a constant snowstorm, the snow will collapse all the wooden houses, will freeze the newborn children to death ..."
Speaking of which, old Duke could not help but look cautiously at the lord.
Previously the village was in the deep forest, burning wood are freezing to death several people. So in this lack of wood in the shelter, and how to spend the winter?
The territory is now a total of only a few people, but more work than can be done, I'm afraid that when the time really do not have much time to get a lot of wood to.
So if by then the wood, all used to repair the collapsed castle, I'm afraid that by then the villagers will really have no use.
Then, this winter will be more than just freezing to death a few old people and children so simple! The people involved in repairing the castle, I'm afraid they will have to freeze to death!
So what old Duke said, in fact, is in disguise to ask the lord's meaning.
George is a person with a sharp mind, after hearing the old blacksmith's words, he guessed what he meant. He looked at the honest man in front of him, nodded, patted his shoulder and did not say much.
Unless he had to, he did not want these people to brave that bitter snowstorm to see the wood, hammering stones, repairing the castle.
After all, if they do, I'm afraid everyone will die in the middle of this winter.
But the problem of wood is indeed very urgent, but George already has a few plans.
If you want to transport wood, he has a way, not many people are needed. Although the amount will far exceed the old blacksmith's imagination, but if it is used to burn fire, George can definitely not spare.
''Coal is also needed. This stuff is much more than wood, and, inside that coal mine, but there should be a lot of other good things... I wonder what the various lords are doing now.''