wild trail

Chapter 58 Burning Charcoal
Three days later, with people's efforts, a wooden fence of more than 100 square meters was built.

With the protection of the wall, people can finally breathe a sigh of relief. In this barbaric era, a simple wall can separate civilization from barbarism.

In this world, apart from scourges that can pose a threat to human beings, there are a large number of mosquitoes left.

There are many mosquitoes by the lake, which is not obvious on the grassland, but here, people are very annoyed by the flying mosquitoes, but the insects in this world are bigger than those in the original world. A mosquito is five or six centimeters long. As long as people are not blind, such a big mosquito will not suck blood under normal circumstances.

But at night, after people are asleep, these annoying guys will keep flying around to disturb people's rest, especially the private parts. If they are patronized while sleeping at night, the feeling Wang Lang really can't use Sour and refreshing are two words to describe it.

In order to protect his little brother from being bitten while sleeping, Wang Lang had no choice but to use weeds to make a grass skirt around his waist. Although it was a bit uncomfortable, it felt much better than being bitten by insects .

Others saw that this method could prevent mosquitoes and looked very beautiful, so they all followed Wang Lang's example and wore grass skirts around their waists.

Whenever he watched people twisting their bodies and shaking their hula skirts in front of the fire, Wang Lang wondered, is this how the legendary hula dance appeared? Wang Lang couldn't bear to look at this picture of a man dancing hula.

At night, there was a cool breeze, and people who had enough to eat and drink lay on the burned bare land, looking up at the sky full of stars, feeling indescribably comfortable.

But this beautiful atmosphere was soon interrupted by a buzzing sound, and a group of mosquitoes flew from nowhere, flying around the people.

Although it is unlikely to be bitten by such a big mosquito, the buzzing noise of flying around made people extremely irritable. Wang Lang, who couldn't bear it anymore, asked people to build a fire inside the wall and press the damp weeds on the fire, He's going to smoke the damn mosquitoes away.

It didn't take long for thick smoke to rise from the fire, so much smoke, not to mention mosquitoes, even Wang Lang and the others were smoked, their noses and tears flowed out, and they all moved towards the upper wind where the smoke could not smoke. run away.

As the thick smoke cleared, the buzzing around disappeared. Wang Lang didn't know whether he drove the mosquitoes away or suffocated them to death, but no matter what, he could finally sleep well tonight.

Without the mosquitoes bothering them, people sat on the ground discussing future plans with Wang Lang.

"Lang, what shall we do here in the future, plant corn or cut down trees?" Fire asked.

Wang Lang shook his head and said, "It's enough to plant corn there. As I said before, the main purpose of this residence is to make tools and weapons."

"So what shall we do? Pots, or spears?" someone asked.

Wang Lang pondered for a while and said: "Although these are also done, they are not the main ones. As for what to do, I can't say right now. I just have a general idea in my mind. As for whether it will be successful, I am not sure. If I can Success will help our tribe tremendously."

Hearing that it is something that is good for the tribe, people don't care what Wang Lang's specific thoughts are. Everything that Wang Lang has done before makes them instinctively think that as long as it is something that Wang Lang cares about, it must be very useful. What is the thing, Wang Lang will naturally explain to them after it is done, he doesn't need to think so much at all, just do whatever he asks.

Huo said, "Lang, you are a person guided by the gods. Your thinking must be reasonable. We have plenty of strength. As for what to do, you can just say it."

Wang Lang smiled and said, "Okay, since you all trust me so much, I won't let everyone's efforts be wasted."

Kong Yi and Kong Er showed off their muscles and stammered, "Eat, work!"

People were amused by the funny appearance of these two people. After laughing for a while, Wang Lang forced his smile to stop and said, "Okay, everyone, go to bed early, you may be very tired tomorrow."

Without the disturbance of mosquitoes, people slept soundly. When they got up in the morning, they breathed the fresh air and felt refreshed.

The benefits of agriculture are now reflected. With stable food, the labor force has been greatly liberated. If it was the original life of fishing and hunting, Wang Lang would not have time to waste on these things.

Wang Lang's plan is to build this place into a handicraft base. Although no copper ore has been found, Wang Lang wants to prepare in advance. Copper or iron ore must be found, but melting copper is not an easy task. If you want to smelt copper ore, you must use charcoal and a blast furnace, but how to make high-quality charcoal is a problem for Wang Lang. He only knows the theory and has never really practiced it. Fortunately, there are a lot of trees here. It can be used for experimentation, and there is no person from the environmental protection department in this world who drinks tea because of this matter.

As for something as difficult as a blast furnace, Wang Lang had only seen some vague introductions before, and he had to experiment repeatedly if he wanted to make it successfully.

Burning charcoal, even if you can't smelt copper, these charcoals are used to burn bricks and pottery are very good fuels, and the calorific value of charcoal is much higher than that of ordinary wood, and the quality of the pottery produced will be lower than before. much better.

Wang Lang knew that if he wanted to make high-quality charcoal, he had to build a charcoal kiln, but now that he didn't even have a brick, that kind of complicated kiln was no longer within his scope of consideration.

The so-called charcoal is made of wood raw materials that are incompletely burned and then sultry in isolation from the air. The pit is sealed and the top is a simple charcoal kiln.

After a few more days of preparation, Wang Lang built a small pottery kiln and fired a few pottery panels for the roof. Others cut down a lot of wood and stacked it outside the wall to dry in the past few days.

After the firewood was dry, Wang Lang threw the small pieces of wood into the burning fire in the pit. After all the wood started to burn, Wang Lang asked people to cover the pit with a few fired pottery boards.

As the air in the pit dwindled, the flames visible to the naked eye disappeared, billowing thick smoke drifted into the air along the cracks in the pit roof, and sparks from the occasional bursting wood proved that the flames were not extinguished. Wang Lang knew that the next time was only patiently waiting.

　These two chapters are a bit watery, my face is numb from the toothache today, my head is buzzing, and I am considering whether to extract my teeth.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)