Liu Sisi and the others nearby had already started covering their mouths and snickering, all looking at Ye Feng with amusement.

"Hey Feng, you'd better take it easy. They don't seem to be in very good spirits," Liu Sisi said, laughing as she spoke.

Before Ye Feng could reply, Zhan Pengwu chimed in, "That's right, bro, don't get them too excited and end up throwing the ball."

"Why don't you give them an order? It's not good for them to kneel down like this all the time."

"Even...little...kids...and pregnant women...are kneeling down...Brother Feng...you're even more...successful than a pyramid scheme."

........

Everyone teased Ye Feng, but Ye Feng also felt that what they said made sense.

I already dislike this kind of behavior, and this really can't go on.

He quickly shouted, "Alright, alright! Get up! I'm not dead yet, why are you kneeling every day like it's my funeral?"

Seeing Ye Feng's serious expression and angry voice, Salla immediately told everyone to stand up.

Tatis and Krati both hung their heads dejectedly, thinking they weren't pious enough. Just as they were about to say something, Ye Feng quickly raised his hand to interrupt, saying to Salla:

"Please tell your people that when they see us in the future, they should just bow at most."

Because the ritual of bowing is usually used in the divine realm to commemorate deceased gods, it would diminish my divine power.

"If anyone dares to kneel again, we will immediately return to the divine realm and will no longer protect the Baijia tribe."

Salra shrank back, clearly frightened, and hurriedly translated it with trepidation.

After listening, Tatis was puzzled, but he nodded repeatedly.

After all, they have followed this rule for hundreds of years, and they don't know why such a respectful ceremony would cause them to lose divine power.

But they may never understand until their deaths that the so-called divine realm is nothing more than a certain great power in the East.

Once everything was ready, Ye Feng had someone bring out the cooled charcoal...

After nearly a day of smoking, roasting, and cooling, he roughly estimated that the four charcoal stoves had produced more than 230 jin (approximately 115 catties) of usable charcoal.

Although this number differed somewhat from what Ye Feng had imagined, it should still be enough after calculation.

Next, we officially entered the refining stage...

The reddish-brown soil, which had been mixed with charcoal, had already been kneaded into a round mud ball, and then one by one, it was put into the furnace for heating.

This differs from the process of smelting iron; to successfully produce molten iron, the iron must first be extracted from the mud. Therefore, controlling the heat is extremely important...

When the temperature is high, the iron in the soil will melt into molten iron and merge with the soil, making it impossible to completely separate from the soil's essence. At that point, it will be impossible to extract all the iron.

However, if the temperature is too low, the reduction reaction cannot occur, and the iron in the soil cannot be separated.

Iron has a melting temperature above 1500 degrees Celsius, while the temperature required to separate it is above 900 degrees Celsius.

Ye Feng compromised and finally decided to keep the temperature between 800 and 1000 degrees Celsius.

When they learned of Ye Feng's idea, his companions all looked at him with admiration.

Ye Feng had never demonstrated this skill to them before. Of course, they didn't doubt that Ye Feng had the ability...

After all, Ye Feng's skills were considered unfathomable by everyone.

But Liu Sisi still hit the nail on the head. She kindly suggested, "Brother Feng, we don't have a professional thermometer. Are you sure you can control the temperature?"

These words caused everyone's smiles to freeze for a moment, and they all looked at Ye Feng, who was stroking his chin and deep in thought.

Yes, how do you control the temperature of this homemade furnace?

While the error may appear to be 600 degrees, the temperature inside the furnace is actually constantly changing.

Sometimes, poor ventilation or smoke extraction, as well as the size of the flame and the amount of charcoal, can affect the temperature inside the furnace.

It's very likely that the first ten seconds were 900 degrees, but then due to some mistakes, it spiked to 1500.

After a moment, Ye Feng could only sigh helplessly... "There's nothing I can do now but estimate by sight."

"Visual estimation?" Liu Sisi frowned. This statement felt like a fantasy to her, just like when she first met Ye Feng and heard that he wanted to smelt steel.

"Brother Feng, can you really judge the temperature by sight? And how accurate is it?"

"Yes, you can!"

Before Ye Feng could speak, Fu Changxiong confidently picked up the conversation...

"Brother, leave this to me, I've done this before."

Ye Feng looked at him with surprise and a hint of delight. After spending so much time together, he still didn't know that Fu Changxiong had this skill.

Are you sure you can make an accurate judgment?

"Hmm!" Fu Changxiong chuckled and stepped forward...

"My second uncle used to work in a steel factory, and then he switched to operating boilers. He did that for more than ten years. I even worked with him for a while."

He once taught me how to tell the temperature inside a stove by sight... I think it was....”

Fu Changxiong scratched his cheek, lost in a brief recollection, but only for a few seconds before he said:

"A low shade of red is 475 degrees, red to deep red is 475 to 650 degrees, deep red to cherry red is 650 to 750 degrees..."

A bright cherry red ranges from 750 to 825 degrees, orange from 825 to 900 degrees, and orange to yellow from 900 to 1090 degrees.

Yellow to light yellow ranges from 1090 to 1320 degrees, while white ranges from 1320 to 1540 degrees.

That kind of bright, glaring white is over 1540 degrees; I don't know anything else.

"Wow..." Zhan Pengfei nudged Fu Changxiong approvingly. With the ability to memorize all of this, it was clear that he had indeed studied it properly.

"Wow, Xiong Ge, you've got this talent! You can memorize so many numbers?"

Fu Changxiong looked bitter and gave an awkward laugh... "How could I not memorize it? My second uncle used to supervise me with a stick. If I couldn't memorize it, I would get a beating."

Ye Feng nodded, a happy and surprised smile appearing on his lips... "This time, I really have to thank your second uncle, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do."

Alright, since you have experience, you can handle this...

After saying that, Ye Feng prepared to start the furnace.

This matter is too crucial; if it's not handled properly, all of everyone's efforts for the day could be wasted.

So he only asked the tribesmen to pull the blowers and do the hard labor, and even when the high priest and the chieftain wanted to help, they were still refused.

The remaining important steps had to be completed by their own people, and Ye Feng even did the charcoal-laying work himself.

After a while, following Fu Changxiong's instructions, the charcoal was arranged in a circle inside the stove so that the heat would be more even.

Finally, the lateritic red soil balls were placed one by one into the center of the circle.

After finishing everything, Ye Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and was about to light the fire when... Tatis and Kratti walked up to him with smiles on their faces.

"Sir, may we operate this blower?"

Looking at the two people with their ingratiating and sincere expressions, Ye Feng smiled... "You two are the High Priest and the Chieftain, how can you do this kind of rough work? It's very hot and very tiring."

Kratti nodded vigorously, casually tossing the scepter in his hand and rubbing his hands together excitedly.

“My lord, I am not afraid of dying from the heat. This is a historic moment for the Baija tribe. As the chief, I am honored to help you accomplish this great feat.”

Upon hearing this, Tatis nodded in agreement...

"As the high priest, I also wish to personally witness Your Excellency creating this divine object. Please give us this opportunity."

After Salla translated such cringeworthy lines, Ye Feng felt so embarrassed that he got goosebumps all over.

"Isn't this just ordinary refining? Why are you making it sound like you've invented an atomic bomb? Is it really that serious?"

Although he thought this way, seeing the burning desire in their eyes, Ye Feng nodded in agreement...

"Alright, let's begin. In a moment, I'll tell you to speed up or slow down as I please. Don't get excited, just follow my instructions."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The two elderly women from the Baijia tribe were as happy as children who had received a toy; they were incredibly excited.

Ye Feng quickly lit the furnace, and within two minutes, that familiar, scorching heat slowly emanated from the furnace walls...