120 – Iron Age (1)
After the people at the top left, saying that they had to talk to the big elder and the boss about the grace of the top, Chester and Monia cleaned up the mess around them.
Over several days, we started with the field and restored it step by step, but unlike when Chester alone made everything in the past, if you explain a little bit, Monia made it well with her tough hands and helped her, so I can restore the living foundation faster than I thought. could
We won’t be able to hunt for a while anyway, not only the house, but the entire surrounding area must have been messed up. After looking around the area for a while to see if there were any problems, Chester and Monia had plenty of time left.
In their spare time, Chester and Monia gave up going to the cottage and decided to make use of what the top people left behind.
It is the ore they gave away in heaps.
“Didn’t you get a lot more than you thought?”
Chester thought of bringing a few ores, but they came back in a heap.
“Yeah. Well, when I left, he explained how to make a bonfire and the shape of a bonfire.”
Chester told me about various campfires that Monia, who was always by her side, didn’t know about because she had nothing to write about.
“But how are you going to melt the ore?”
“First of all, we need to increase our firepower. I will concentrate the fire by confining it in a small space, and then pump air into it to make it grow.”
You can make a kindling fire by blowing air hard over a small red-hot charcoal.
However, if the small charcoal is left on the kindling, the charcoal will not burn even the kindling, which is processed to be easily burnt, and goes out.
“The air feeds the fire, so I will feed it.”
Saying that, Chester made a frame by stacking small stones in a circle.
The kiln was built in exactly the same way as Chester’s, but on a much smaller scale.
The kiln for roasting mud was as big as Chester’s stomach when he stood up, and the kiln for smoking was as high as Chester’s waist, while the kiln he was making was barely up to his knees.
After making the kiln, wait until it dries. If it was dry, firewood was piled up in an empty place inside, and it was finished by burning it once.
While Chester was making the kiln, Monia was making cups of different sizes and thicknesses. It was a cup for melting ore into.
While Monia was making as many cups as possible of each type and drying them in the sun, Chester removed the stones from one side of the kiln that had not been coated with mud and brought a piece of bamboo to it.
“… … It’s suitable.”
Cover the bamboo with mud, and when the mud feels dry enough, take out the bamboo. Chester, who made an inlet to inject air like that, inserted the air inlet into the hole of the kiln and finished it with mud around it.
“But how are you going to add a lot of air? Are you going to blow it yourself?”
“No, please. Then, how soon will you collapse? I will use this.”
Chester took out bark and twigs, string and weights.
“Oh, it’s been a while since I’ve had that.”
“right?”
A tool made by Chester to make it easier to light a fire and to make it easier to drill a hole somewhere.
However, there is not much to drill a hole in, and since there was a lighter, there was no need to carry it anywhere to light a fire, so it was an object that was quietly stuck in the corner of the warehouse.
“I have to do this first.”
Chester first lined up two twigs side by side and then began to cut the bark.
It is the bark that Chester uses to make ropes and cords, which maintains a very rough cloth-like shape unless the fibers are delicately released.
Chester meticulously tied the short, thin strips of bark between two rows of branches, then alternately inserted the slightly longer strips of bark.
“What is it?”
“A small debt.”
Chester shook the item he made and sent it to Monia.
“I’m going to make several of these.”
“Yes.”
After making a number of identical objects, Chester took a strainer, removed the nib from the end of the strainer, and began attaching the finished fans to it.
After hanging eight fans in eight directions, Chester put the strainer on the ground and operated it a few times.
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
The wind rises well. Now block all sides so that this wind blows in one direction… You just need to work so that you can only move toward the passage of that kiln.
Chester immediately began to make a frame according to the specifications of the fan he had hung on the weight.
After making a wide, deep, round bowl out of clay and connecting it to the passage, I put a pad in it.
After seeing that, Chester made the lid with an eye patch and split the finished lid in half.
Because of the board that allows you to press the presser to operate, you can’t cover the lid from above, so you split the lid in half and insert it on both sides to cover it. After covering it, the gap in the lid is covered with mud again to close it.
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Likewise, Chester, who even made a lid to cover the top of the kiln where the ore was to be melted, spent his time digging drainage around the kiln to keep out rainwater and building the roof and walls until Monia’s cup dried.
“Are you going to bake now?”
After several more days passed and the mud made into the cup dried to some degree of satisfaction, Monia asked as she opened the cup she had made.
“yes. Just to roast it.”
“Yes?”
Chester pointed to the ore.
“If you can’t stand the fire while melting the ore and the pottery breaks, it’s a big deal, so I’ll bake it myself in advance.”
“Then won’t it break?”
The reason why Chester made a complicated indirect heat-fired kiln was because it kept breaking while baking earthenware directly over the fire.
“yes. Well, if you’re lucky, something that won’t break will come out, right?”
At that ignorant remark, Monia unknowingly smiled bitterly.
“I’m going to try anything.”
“Yes, I will.”
Monia was a little concerned about breaking the cups she made, but for them, who work only with hands and experience without proper knowledge, breaking clay is a daily routine.
No matter how much effort you make, most of the things you make will break and become unusable.
“But how are you going to bake it?”
“like this.”
Chester first put the twigs into the holes of the metal kiln, then the firewood sparsely, and then inserted additional firewood into the empty spaces.
After carefully arranging the firewood to ensure good air circulation, Chester took a twig, made a kindling stick, and lit it with a lighter.
Chester, who confirmed that the firewood had been reliably lit by putting it in, went to the suppressor and pressed down on the plank of the suppressor.
When the suppressor was activated, the fans started to rotate, and when air was injected, the flames grew in size and began to eat firewood.
After some time the firewood had burned and weakened, Chester grabbed a long wooden stick in reverse and squeezed the firewood to break it.
When the firewood is pressed to a certain extent and the seat is made, he gestures to Monia.
Monia crossed two tree trunks, tied a rope in the middle like scissors, and carefully grabbed the clay cup she had made and carried it away.
After carefully putting the clay cup inside, add additional firewood, close the lid of the kiln, and start the fire by pressing it in earnest.
“Oh oh.”
No matter how big the fire was, each time the suppressor was pressed, the flames erupted from the cracks in the lid that closed the kiln and then subsided, repeating.
“How long will you be doing this?”
“Well. We don’t know how long it takes for the ore to melt… … .”
It was impossible to keep an eye on the firewood after attaching it like in other kilns because air had to be injected continuously while pressing the presser.
Chester and Monia took turns checking the clay cups, one pressing down on the weight and the other adding more firewood if they felt they needed it.
Would you repeat it for a few more days?
After several whole days of baking the clay cups, Chester and Monia finally managed to get a clay cup that didn’t break even after baking it for a long time.
“Ha, finally.”
“I only pressed the weight for a few days, but my arm hurt and I think I’m going to die. How much did you press?”
“hahahaha. I don’t know either.”
Chester tossed and received the cup of charred clay, inspected it here and there, then approached the ore piled to one side.
“Now all I have to do is pray.”
“A prayer?”
“yes. Please pray that the kiln has enough firepower to melt this ore.”
If not?
If not… … .
‘I don’t know what else to do.’
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Let’s pray that it goes well.