I don't want to be a saint

Chapter 18 Is this a candle?

Monk Deyuan led the way, walking in strides, climbing one hillside after another.Until he boarded a low mountain ridge, he was blocked by a horizontal valley.

The strangest thing is that almost not a single blade of grass grows in the entire mountain valley.It stands in stark contrast to the surrounding wooded peaks.

And the extremely black ink lake is embedded in the center of the valley.

Really conspicuous.

Like a huge inkstone.

Use lakes as inkstones, mountains and rivers as pens, write between heaven and earth!

What a boldness this is.

I am afraid that only the legendary gods have such power in the world.

And this will soon become his prosperous place for Guo Yi.

Getting rich is just around the corner.

"Go! Go down and have a look."

As long as you think about money, your body will be exhausted, and it will be gone.

After finishing speaking, he took the lead and went down the slope.

After going down to the bottom of the valley, it was discovered that a huge crack ran through it.And those dark and pungent 'inks' came out of this crack and slowly spread around.

In the end, they converged into the central lake.It is worthy of the name Yansai Lake!

It seems that I don't know how many years have passed.

There is a pungent smell in the air, which can be smelled from a long distance.

And the sight in front of him was completely filled with pitch black and dark yellow, without any life.

Those extremely dark liquids are oil.And those dark yellow, stone-like things should be paraffin separated from petroleum.

It looks like rosin.

"Ding! The oil was successfully found, and the task of finding oil is completed! Reward: "Crude Paraffin Production Technology" has started to be distributed."

As the system sound fell, some knowledge about petroleum and paraffin was stuffed into his mind.

It wasn't until now that he realized that the so-called crude paraffin was not thick or thin.But rough and rough.

Also, it's pretty rough.

As long as the natural paraffin wax that is naturally separated from petroleum on the ground is put into a container for heating, the water and impurities inside are evaporated, and the crudely refined wax oil can be obtained.

Then, pour liquid wax oil into the mold, and add a wick made of cotton thread, and a rough candle is completed.

The advantage is that it is simple and easy to make, and its brightness is higher than other candles.

The downside is, the black smoke...

Everyone looked around curiously at the bottom of the valley, and the monk Deyuan couldn't wait to ask: "Brother Yi, where is the candle?"

Guo Yi turned his head and looked around, pointing to a high cave: "Uncle Erjie, take two people to the mountain to collect some dry firewood, and then go to that cave to light a fire. Be careful, don't take the fire out of the cave. In case Set this black oil on fire and we're all doomed!"

"Understood! Dongzi, Mingzi, come with me." Yang Lijie responded, and took Yang Lidong and Yang Liming up the mountain to collect dry firewood.

And Guo Yi didn't delay, holding a hatchet, he came to a large pile of dark yellow 'stones'.

This thing is smooth to the touch and not as hard as a rock.A piece can be easily chipped off with a hatchet.

By the time he rushed to the cave with the shaved paraffin, Yang Lijie had already lit up the fire.

He found a few stones from around and formed a simple hearth.Then I took a shovel and put it on the stove to act as a heating container.

Finally, put the shaved pieces of paraffin on the shovel.

He was busy on his own, while everyone else was staring curiously.There are three floors inside and three floors outside, and the stove is surrounded by water.

This is a major event related to Qian Tu's fate!
Monk Deyuan looked back and forth at the pot head made by the shovel, then turned to look at Guo Yi who took out the cotton thread to rub the wick, and asked curiously, "What is this for?"

"Heat and boil to remove the excess water and impurities inside." Guo Yi responded without raising his head, and kept moving his hands, patiently rubbing the wick.

The others were also waiting patiently, but Yang Lijie was itchy: "Brother Yi, do you need my help?"

"Well, Uncle Erjie, go find some snow water in the shade, I need to cool down later."

It has been less than ten days since the last snowfall.Therefore, the snow on the sunny side that is directly exposed to the sun has melted, while there is still a lot of snow in the shade.

"Okay!" Yang Lijie responded with a full mouth, and strode out.

The shovel on the stove gradually becomes hot after a period of baking.The paraffin sheets in it also slowly melted, releasing a pungent smell.

until completely liquid.

The wick in Guo Yi's hand has also been twisted. It is the kind with three strands of cotton rope twisted together.

The current candle wick is also made of cotton thread, but there is only one strand.Standing upright in the center of the flame, charred from being unable to burn out.Therefore, it is undoubtedly a troublesome thing to cut off the remaining wick end with scissors from time to time.

As for the wick made of three strands of cotton rope, the wick will gradually spread out when the candle burns, so you don't need to cut it from time to time.

Of course, this also loses the beautiful artistic conception of "Why cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan".

"Snow is coming." Yang Lijie found a large piece of dead tree bark from nowhere, and walked in carrying a large pile of snow.

Seeing this, Guo Yi took the bamboo tube he used to hold the water, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, put the twisted wick in the center of the bamboo tube, then pick up the shovel, and carefully pour the melted wax oil into the bamboo tube.

Then, the bamboo tube was buried in the snowdrift, so that the wax oil could cool down and solidify quickly.

After a while, before the wax oil was completely condensed, Guo Yi couldn't wait to pull out a burning twig from the stove, approached the reserved wick, and lit it.

Everyone watched with bated breath, suppressing the uneasiness in their hearts, and dared not even breathe out, for fear that the breath they exhaled would blow out the wick.

One breath, two breaths...

Everyone waited patiently, motionless.

Before I knew it, half the tea time had passed.And the candle made of the bamboo tube was still burning quietly, without arrogance or impetuosity, neither rush nor hurry, as if it was eternal.

Around the burning wick, the wax oil that had already condensed was melted again by heat.

"Is this considered successful?" Someone asked cautiously.

"En!" Guo Yi nodded without hesitation: "This is the finished candle."

As long as you know the principle, there is no technical content at all.

"This is the candle?" Yang Lijie still couldn't believe it.

Because it's so easy...so damn simple.A fool can learn it by reading it once.

But the facts are right in front of us and speak louder than words.

"Candles are out!"

"Oh!" "Candles are out!"

The others didn't care about Yang Lijie's doubts, they were so happy that they were crazy, and they couldn't control themselves.

The shouts one after another shook the entire cave.

Guo Yi also looked at the candle made of bamboo tube with a smile on his face, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, the candle is good. It's just that the tube is a bit big."

"What are you afraid of! There are a lot of bamboo poles at home, who doesn't have a pile of bamboo poles!"

"Yes! There are so many of these things, some are thick and some are thick, some are thin and some are thin!"

"That's right! It's really not possible, there is a bamboo forest behind the village, let's cut it now!"

Everyone rushed to give him advice.

(End of this chapter)