The new territory of the Vine Tribe, the smelting workshop.
"When... when... when..."
A Vine tribe warrior placed a red-hot iron plate on a large pitted stone, then picked up a hammer and struck it hard.
He wants to use the good ductility of the iron plate to knock it into the shape of a pot bit by bit.
The iron pot is something that the leader Jiang Xuan requested by name, saying it can make food more delicious.
Since the emergence of iron, smelting workshops have been working day and night to make various iron tools for the tribe.
The first batch of iron tools were iron knives made by Jiang Xuan and others, and the second batch of iron tools included various practical tools such as hammers, iron felts, and iron chisels.
Compared with bronze, which easily cracks under stress, the performance of iron is obviously much better, and it is naturally suitable for making various tools.
With the availability of these tools, the smelting workshop can produce iron tools much faster than before. In addition to weapons, it has also begun to create various living utensils.
Compared with bronze ware, which is mainly cast, the manufacture of iron ware is obviously much more laborious.
The warriors of the Vine tribe often need to repeatedly heat a piece of iron and hit it with thousands of hammers before it can be slowly formed.
Of course, all the hard work is worth it. Ironware is not only more durable, but also much easier to repair than bronze. It is a truly good thing.
"How was the fight?"
While the soldier in charge of making the iron pot was hard at work, Jiang Xuan came over with a smile, obviously caring very much about the iron pot.
The soldier said sheepishly: "Chief, we have never made iron pots before, so we are a bit slow."
Jiang Xuan squatted down and looked at the large piece of iron that was still slightly red. He saw that a dent had been knocked out in the middle, but the shape was irregular and it was still far away from the formed iron pot.
Not only that, due to limited conditions, the iron sheets are not cut very round, so it may be a bit difficult to make a round iron pot.
Jiang Xuan did not blame the soldier. After all, there is a first time for everything, and a good product often requires a lot of failures to be made.
Jiang Xuandao: "Put the iron piece into the furnace and heat it red again. I'll try it."
"yes!"
The soldier immediately used a clamp to throw the large dented iron piece into the furnace, and then tried hard to shake the windmill-shaped blowing device to make the charcoal fire burn more vigorously and the temperature in the furnace to be higher.
When the big iron piece burned red again, he took out the big iron piece and placed it on the big stone with a circular depression.
"Watch it."
Jiang Xuan picked up the clamp with his left hand and the hammer with his right hand. The totem pattern on his arm quickly appeared, and then he hit the iron piece with a hammer according to the blacksmithing method he had seen when he was a child.
He exerted great strength and struck quickly. The red iron piece deformed rapidly in the pit, and layers of black impurities fell off.
When the temperature of the iron sheet drops, its middle part has initially taken on the shape of a pot.
Jiang Xuan asked the soldier to heat the iron piece red again, and then beat it as he remembered.
After half a day, after repeated red-heating and countless hammerings, the piece of iron was finally hammered into the shape of a pot.
Although it looks rough, not round, and has uneven edges, it is indeed a complete iron pot and has preliminary cooking capabilities.
However, such a pot obviously cannot meet Jiang Xuan's cooking needs, because it is too rough and easily sticks to the pot, and it is difficult to turn the dishes over.
"Change the hammer!"
Jiang Xuan reheated the rough embryo of the iron pot to red, then chose a suitable small hammer and kept hitting the uneven places, bit by bit, flattened the inner wall of the iron pot and turned out the uneven edges.
Knock it flat.
This is a job that extremely tests strength and patience. If you don't have the strength, you can't swing the hammer, and if you don't have the patience, you can't withstand the repeated calcination and forging actions.
When the sun was about to set, Jiang Xuan finally knocked out the first iron pot of the Vine Tribe, and even the entire continent!
"Finally done!"
Jiang Xuan wiped the sweat from his face, put down the hammer, and raised the iron pot to look at it.
I don't know how many times this iron pot was hammered, and every place was covered with dense hammer marks, but because Jiang Xuan controlled his strength well, no cracks appeared.
The uneven edges of the iron pot were originally a flaw, but Jiang Xuan knocked them into outward-turned handles. Although not as easy to use as the hollow handles, at least it is absolutely no problem to wrap the pot with animal skin.
"Chief, this pot is so beautiful."
"Yes, it's flat and round, so it will taste delicious when cooked."
The iron pot is a rare thing. After Jiang Xuan made it, the soldiers in the smelting workshop came to watch and admired it.
Jiang Xuan smiled and said: "If you want, you can follow this pattern and make yourself an iron pot in the future. It is best to have a long handle or a handle like a tripod ear on each side, so that after the food is cooked,
It will be much more convenient to carry the pot.”
After hearing these words, the soldiers in the smelting workshop immediately began to dream about what their own iron pot would look like, and they used their imagination to think about carving various beautiful patterns on the iron pot, or simply making it
The shape you like.
"Let's go, go back and cook."
Jiang Xuan left the smelting workshop with the brand new iron pot in his arms, and went to the riverside to carefully polish it again with fine sand. Not only could it clean away the dirt, but it could also make the inner wall smoother.
Then, he used a plant-based cleaner similar to honey locust to clean the iron pot thoroughly, and then took it back to his place of residence.
He first burned the iron pot into deep blue in the fire pit, which is commonly known as boiling.
After the iron pot cooled, he carefully cleaned it again, then heated it again and evenly applied animal fat on the inner wall of the iron pot.
This step can form an oil film on the inner wall of the iron pot, which has a certain anti-stick and anti-rust effect.
Then, he poured some green vegetable scraps into the pot, stir-fried them and then poured them away, allowing the vegetable scraps to absorb the impurities and odor of the new pot.
After all this is done, the new pot is ready for official use.
“Stir-fried vegetables!”
Jiang Xuan happily prepared oil, animal meat, wild vegetables and some spices, then heated up a new pot and started stir-frying according to the memory of his previous life.
Since traveling to this world, he has been tired of eating various barbecues and stews, and now he wants to eat a plate of fried meat with wild vegetables.
The iron pot provides steadily rising heat in a strong fire, and the aroma of vegetables and animal meat is stimulated and blended.
Not long after, a plate of fried meat with wild vegetables was finally completed.
Jiang Xuan picked up the chopsticks and couldn't wait to take a bite. His eyes suddenly lit up.
"Well, that's what it smells like!"
Although there are relatively few seasonings, the dishes fried in the iron pot are rich in aroma, and the raw materials are good. Jiang Xuan almost sheds tears after eating a plate of wild vegetables and fried meat.
"It would be great if Red Peony were here."
Jiang Xuan wanted to share this delicious moment with others, and red peony root was the best choice.
It's a pity that as a witch, she must stay in the Vine tribe's lair and cannot go out easily.
Just when Jiang Xuan felt quite regretful, Jing Jie ran in with an excited face holding a clay pot.
"Chief, chief, look at these round potatoes."
Jiang Xuan put down his chopsticks and said nonchalantly: "What's so good about round potatoes? Come and try the dishes I cooked in the iron pot."
"Made in an iron pot? Then I have to try it."
Nepeta's eyes were attracted by the iron pot, and for a moment she forgot the purpose of coming here. She directly put the pottery pot aside, took the pottery bowl and chopsticks, and started eating with Jiang Xuan.
After the two of them had eaten and drank enough, Jie Jie saw the clay pot and finally remembered what he was here for.
"Chief, this round potato is really different, look at it."
Nepeta picked up the pot and opened the lid.
A strong aroma suddenly spread out from the clay pot, quickly filling the entire wooden house.
When Jiang Xuan smelled this smell, his eyes widened instantly, with an expression on his face that he had seen a ghost.
Because the aroma from the clay pot was actually that of wine!