Harmony

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Harmony

After several hours of firing from morning to evening, the kiln was finally stopped and the kiln mouth was opened. Xia Yuan ordered people to cover their mouths and noses, and took out a portion of the clinker from each of the twenty kiln mouths to serve as samples.

Zhu Houzhao had been waiting for a long time and was restless. He couldn't wait to be the first to rush up and take a look, and then he was confused.

But I saw clods of soil of different colors arranged in a row.

After burning for most of the day, waiting for so long, this is it?

After a brief daze, he covered his mouth and nose with his hands again. The smell was too strong.

Xia Yuan also covered his mouth and nose and came closer to observe the cement sample.

Some are white in color, some are yellow in color, and some are bluish in color, all of which are in the shape of condensed lumps.

I turned around and didn't see any gray ones, so it was a total failure.

Hundreds of people gathered around. They didn't know what these clods of soil were, but they couldn't help but whisper as they stared at Xia Yuan's disappointed expression.

"Master doesn't seem very happy. Did we burn it wrong?"

"These clods of soil are very burnt. I think the color is quite beautiful."

"This is a clod of dirt and not a mother-in-law. Why do you want to look so good?"

A bunch of people were talking about it. Xia Yuan was about to order someone to reopen the kiln and continue firing, but he took a look at the green clinker.

He studied politics and law, a liberal arts student. After leaving the society, he passed the civil service examination and worked for two years. He was young and energetic and disliked the low salary, so he resigned and went into business.

The business failed, so I became a Beipiao out of desperation, and started to enjoy the blessings of working in the administrative department of a company. Not to mention the salary, the daily pie was enough.

Regardless of whether he regrets it or not, Xia Yuan really doesn’t know much about chemistry.

However, based on the limited knowledge in his head, he also knew that the cement made from limestone and clay was just ordinary Portland cement with medium strength and was not suitable for building high-rise buildings, but rural people would burn it and use it.

As a rural person, when he was a child, he saw people in the village burning cement, and the result seemed to be this bluish color.

"You can't see those six green clods of soil. Crush them all for me. The more broken they are, the better."

Hearing this, Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but come over and asked, "What are you going to do?"

After burning for most of the day, and after such a long delay, Zhu Houzhao had absolutely reason to suspect that he was angry out of embarrassment.

Xia Yuan had no time to pay attention to him for the time being, and then ordered: "Go get some more water and sand from the river."

This place is right on the edge of the Tonghui River, and there is plenty of water and river sand. It's just that the river is frozen now, and it takes a lot of effort to cut through the ice.

The six green cement clinkers have been beaten into powder, or close to powder, but these are only semi-finished products. Add water and sand to become cement mortar, and add stones to become concrete.

Water and river sand were quickly transported, and Xia Yuan directed people to mix the cement clinker and river sand together.

Then add water and start stirring with a spatula until evenly mixed.

Six parts of cement are tested one by one to find the one with the highest strength, and then whether it is put into production or improved.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't understand more and more. He opened his mouth to ask, but then remembered that this bitch didn't pay much attention to him, so he simply went to Gu Dayong and asked, "Gu Banban, what do you think this is doing?"

"I think this is playing with mud. Your Highness often played with mud when he was young."

And he also played with urine mud.

This was Gu Dayong's inner monologue. He didn't say it out loud, otherwise it would easily destroy the master-servant relationship between the two.

"I look like him too."

Zhu Houzhao deeply agreed, but he had to admit that Xia Yuan was indeed several dimensions ahead of the world when it comes to mixing mud. Ordinary people and mud just find some mud, get some water and start mixing directly.

You have to burn it first, then mix it with it.

Is this interesting?

After the cement was reconciled one by one, Xia Yuan ordered people to dig six square pits on the ground. The reconciled cement was evenly spread in each pit. It was not only thick, but also fully covered. Finally, a sign was inserted.

, marked with a number, which represents the cement clinker produced in the kiln.

As for the clinker ratio in each kiln, I remember it in a notebook.

Xia Yuan took two steps back and looked at the masterpieces in these six shallow pits. He felt like a scientist involved in great scientific research. The cement in these six shallow pits was his great experiment.

"Old Wang!"

"The villain is here!"

"I have to work hard for you once. Don't go back tonight. Just stay here and lead people to keep an eye on these six pits and all the kiln entrances. Don't let others get close."

Lao Wang promised loudly with a serious face, "Don't worry, young master, I will definitely be waiting here and won't let anyone else get close!"

As he spoke, his sharp eyes scanned the surrounding crowd, and he held down the saber on his waist with his hand, "If anyone dares to get close, the knife on the villain's waist is not a vegetarian!"

Such a big man, with a body temperature of 36 degrees, and the threatening words in his mouth were so cold, the scalps of the people watching around him were numb, and many people couldn't help but take half a step back.

"If the offense is not that serious, just don't let anyone come over and step on you, especially children. You must take strict precautions."

Why do mysterious footprints and handprints appear frequently on the cement road?

Why do mysterious patterns comparable to crop circles appear on cement walls?

Is this a distortion of morality or a loss of human nature?

What kind of shocking secret is hidden behind this?

Without going into science, Xia Yuan can answer it from a professional perspective. This horse riding was done by a naughty kid!

He had done this kind of thing when he was a child.

"Yes, the villain must take strict precautions and not let others get close."

Lao Wang didn't know what this was about, but he still took the order seriously.

Zhu Houzhao thought thoughtfully, the mud that came out had to be guarded by someone. If it was such a serious and big battle, could it be that the mud that came out was not mud?

Xia Yuan looked up at the sky. It was already dusk and the sky was dark. It would probably not be long before it would be completely dark.

It's freezing cold today, so if you want to wait for the cement to dry, you have to wait at least one night.

"Originally today is New Year's Eve. Others keep the New Year's Eve, but you keep this one."

With that said, Xia Yuan took out his money bag from his arms and took out a twenty-tael silver coin from it, "Here, let's buy some wine and meat tonight and treat it as a New Year's Eve dinner."

"Master, this is too much."

"Any more will count as your year-end bonus this year."

After giving the money, Xia Yuan thought of something again and warned: "Find some more straw mats, thicker ones, and cover these six pits. Every hour, pour water on the straw mats, pour warm water on them.

Don’t throw cold water on it.”

After thinking about it, he seemed to have no other instructions, so he called Zhu Houzhao back. After getting on the carriage, Zhu Houzhao asked: "What is that you made?"

"cement."

"."

Oh, it is still made of clay.

I ran over there with great expectations in the morning, but I ended up squatting next to the kiln and watching the kiln for a whole day. The result was still some broken earth, which was then kneaded with clay.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but feel disappointed.

If I had known earlier, I would have set off firecrackers.
Chapter completed!