Chapter 222 Fighting for the health of the dwarves!
The news that mithril production began to increase spread along the forging area to the Alchemy Guild, and then to the top leaders of the School of Change. And through another route, the research and development work was completed... At least part of the research and development work was completed for the great magic of the plasticity system.
The masters also uploaded the news and sent it to the legendary master of Thunder Horn.
Therefore, at the regular review meeting this week, the matter of Grete was inevitably discussed.
"The magic smelting of mithril... no, the electrolytic smelting is completed?"
"Yes, Mithril has been successfully produced."
"It is said that the production of semi-finished products is no longer a problem?"
"Yes, the dwarves are working day and night now. It is said that the output of semi-finished products alone has increased five times compared to before."
"Gret Nordmark, is this project over? Should we discuss rewards?"
"Uh, this..."
"What's the matter? You were very generous when you announced the project, but you don't feel happy when you calculate the rewards? Let me tell you, even if you give him a proportion of the increased mithril production, that's what he should do! Well, give it a hundred
Is one part enough?”
"...It's not that...it's mainly that Gretel Nordmark hasn't submitted the final report yet..."
"Why is he still dawdling? Can't write a report? Find someone to help him write it!"
Grete was almost dying of grief.
Since the electrolytic smelting was completed, the work pressure of the dwarves has suddenly increased, and the working hours have also suddenly lengthened. The result is that from hammering for two hours, taking a drink of water and taking a break, to hammering for four hours, going out for lunch, and taking a break.
Then continue to go back to blacksmithing...
"Why did another one faint? I said this is not possible! - Wait! Don't give him beer! Don't!"
Another dwarf came out with his face flushed and dizzy. He rushed to the bar with S-shaped steps and took a glass of cold beer. Tons, tons, tons, tons...
"Hey! It's fallen again! Bernard! Help me drag him! Drag him to the back and fill him with sugar and salt water! Oro, blow the air!"
The dwarf's physical fitness is indeed strong, but no matter how strong he is, he can't stand up to this. Gretel glanced at the notebook in his hand... In three days, the number of people suffering from heat stroke increased from two per day to 20 per day!
What about one more day?... What about two more days?
As a doctor... even if he is a clinician rather than a labor security officer in an industrial enterprise, Grete also said that he cannot tolerate such poor working conditions and the environment in which workers fall in large numbers!
The important thing is that now he has the right to speak!
Grete found Master Talbot with a sullen face. Freed from the work of five high-level magics every day and trying his best to produce mithril, Master Talbot's complexion improved a lot. Although his hair and beard were still white, his face
The skin on the arms has become more rosy, and the skin on the arms is no longer dry and shriveled, and looks like it is tightly wrapped around the bones.
When Grete came over, Master Talbot had just finished a healing spell. The treated dwarf got up in a hurry, poured a bucket of stream water on his forehead, turned around and rushed back to the forging area. But Master Talbot
He hesitated to speak, but in the end he just sighed slightly and watched the dwarf go away.
Gretel sat down next to him. He and the old dwarf looked at the gate of the forging area together. It was not until the dwarf with heatstroke disappeared inside the door that he coughed and spoke softly:
"Master, we can't go on like this. There are more and more people suffering from heat stroke. If this continues, everyone will fall ill in batches!"
"Don't you think I don't know? But we are running out of money!"
"how come?"
The old dwarf sighed. He let go of his hand, and a few broken white beards fluttered in his hand. A look of pity passed over the old man's face. He looked at his fingertips and frowned:
"The price of Mithril has dropped... The processing fee has dropped from 500 gold coins per pound to 200 gold coins... Although semi-finished products can be sold for money, they are only 20 gold coins per pound - the gap can only be filled by everyone's hard work.
Fill."
"You have to know that most of the food and ale that our compatriots in the settlements eat and drink are bought back with the money earned by those of us who work outside."
The Magic Council has mastered the core technology - the price of high-end industrial products dropped instantly - the dwarves' income decreased - and had to produce more raw materials and low-end industrial products. Gretel instantly understood the ins and outs of this, and his whole body went down.
I collapsed, and I felt like two big words stood up on my forehead:
accomplice!
It's still red and black in color... everyone can legally PK, and the explosion rate is very high...
"But can't the semi-finished products be sold more expensively? Only dwarves can smelt semi-finished products!"
The old dwarf continued to smile bitterly. If the dwarf's original method was used, a fire pool could produce up to five or six pounds of semi-finished products a day. Now it can produce more than 50 pounds a day. However, because the gas provided by the Magic Council is used, the selling price cannot go up at all.
.In the words of Parliament:
"This kind of gas requires three great magicians to work together -"
Gretel was silent. However, the technology of electrolytic smelting has been developed, and it is obviously impossible to stuff it back now. All he can do is to improve the welfare of the dwarves and strengthen labor protection. For example, go find Master Dumfries
Let’s talk about it…
"Supply them ice water?" Master Dumfries shook his head as soon as he heard this. "Gretel, I know you care about those dwarves, but... you have to supply ice water to so many dwarves. A fifth-level mage like me will have to wait for a day.
Don't do anything else, just throw away the freeze rays!"
"Then... what about supplying them with salt soda?"
"What is salt soda?"
Grete was silent. Fortunately, he still remembered the recipe of salt soda, which was nothing more than water, sugar, salt, citric acid, baking soda and so on. Everything else was easy. Citric acid couldn't be made for a while, so he just used vinegar instead.
After tinkering in the laboratory for a long time, he finally made a satisfactory salt soda, and then went to find Master Dumfries——
"It's a good idea, but where does the money come from? According to your calculation, a dwarf needs 4 bottles of salt soda a day. Okay, let's fold it in half and count it as 2 bottles! The dwarves in the entire forging area need 4 pounds of salt a day.
4 pounds of baking soda, 2 pounds of sugar!
Even if the water is fetched from the stream at the door and the firewood is cut directly on the mountain, labor is not counted as money. If you add it all up, you will need at least 1 gold coin a day. The council does not have this extra budget. Will you pay for it or should I?
"
1 gold coin each, 30 gold coins a month. This money is not big money, and it is definitely not small money. Gretel is now a level 2 magician and a level 4 arcanist. His monthly fixed income is the Magic Council.
The monthly allowance given to him is less than 30 gold coins...
It would be okay if there was a fixed budget. Without a fixed budget, if you take money out of your personal pocket, you can only do it occasionally - for example, to get a small amount of funds for the Magic Council's research projects. You can spend it year after year.
, this is not the way to do things.
"Well……"
Gretel was stumped. In the end, it was Master Tarbot who solved the problem. With the prestige of the master, he solved it in a simple and crude way:
"Just let them drink less! One by one, they will know how to drink! Deduct two cups of ale from each person's daily salary, and give it all to the tavern owner, let him be responsible for hiring people - it's not like there are no women in the forging area -
—Make salt soda and deliver it every 2 hours! It will be steamy!"
You are not allowed to drink alcohol in the forging area, but you can drink salt soda. Drink a large bottle of it, burp, and a large amount of gas will be emitted, making you feel comfortable. The number of people suffering from heat stroke dropped from 20 people a day to 2 people immediately.
Everyone is happy. The tavern owner has solved the work of several cooks, the dwarves have solved the problem of heat stroke, the production efficiency of the forging area has been improved, and the Dumfries mage has gained a bright spot on his resume. Only Gretel has gained nothing——
The soda water business is not profitable at all. The price of the soda water supplied by the tavern owner is based on the cost line, and there is not even a copper penny in profit...
From the beginning to the end, Grete paid for the research and development expenses, and not even a penny fell into his own pocket.
Oh, if I can say that there is something gained, it is that the title of "Friend of the Dwarves" has been painted with a thick stroke of gold. If friendship can be quantified, his reputation value has probably changed from "Friendly" to "Friendly" in one go.
When it comes to "respect"...
But Grete didn't care about making money. After the heatstroke problem was solved, he turned back to the laboratory and devoted himself to research work again. The next goal was to remove penicillin - well, tuberculosis bacilli are not particularly sensitive to penicillin, so he might still
Need to remove streptomycin...
"Ah - why is bacterial culture so slow -"
Grete stood among the petri dishes in the laboratory, holding his head and wailing.
At this moment, he missed his teacher very much: during the dysentery epidemic that year, Elder Erwin once released a magical technique to induce the targeted growth of various bacteria. If there were elders around, this magical technique would be enough to speed up the experimental process.
100 times!
But Grete doesn’t know it. Not only does he not know it, but Pastor Matthew, who has advanced to the fifth level, can’t do it either. As for Elder Wood, he lives far away in Oak Ridge, dozens of miles away from here, and Grete is too embarrassed to do an experiment for himself.
, just drag people here all the way...
"Accelerate birth, induce birth, induce birth..."
Grete held the oak staff and muttered feebly.
More than half a year has passed, and the two green leaves on the top of the oak staff have become exactly the same, dark green in color and hard in texture. Judging from the shape of the green leaves alone, Gretel has almost reached the peak of his level 2 priest level, and he can find ways to upgrade.
Already.
However, upgrading may not be useful. Gretel stretched out his finger, and a light green light fell, and several small mushrooms suddenly grew in the petri dish. Seven or eight light yellow and shiny small umbrella caps were spread throughout the petri dish, and they were especially tender.
gratifying.
Grete's face turned dark. Again, again!
Ever since he learned to use vines to grow straws, there was no threshold for him to grow plants. As long as he held the seeds in his hands, he could always produce a section of pipe or a piece of wood. As for the failure to grow into a complete plant, Grete
He said that it was not a problem and he didn’t care about it anyway.
However, it is not possible to stimulate the growth of bacteria. If you throw a magic spell, the entire petri dish will be full of growth. If you are unlucky, it will spread to the next door. How can you separate and purify it?
They are all crowded together!
With such a fast growth rate, penicillin... won't crush them to death...
Grete started to pull his hair depressedly. He hadn't cut his hair for more than half a year, and his short hair, which was close to the size of his hair, had already covered his ears, and it felt a bit tactile when he pulled it. Gretel pulled off a piece of hair and twisted it around his fingertips, his eyes unfocused.
It passed through the fingers.
The shooting caliber is a bit too big... It would be nice if it could be smaller... If the impact point could be controlled to the size of a needle tip or the size of a hair...
"Eh!"
Grete suddenly jumped up. He hurriedly flipped through the space bag, found the silver bell given by the master of the transformation system, shook it twice, and recited the spell:
“Time is money my friend!”
"Oh, it's not easy. You finally remembered me?"
A strange questioning voice came out, and the bells came out together with the blue smoke.