The towel was warm and felt a little comfortable.
While covering her wrist, Zhao Xian asked Qiao Xuejun about her work today.
Qiao Xuejun explained everything, including what they had done in the shelter. "We've also bred a batch of roosters. In two months, there will be more rooster eggs."
"By the way, I have something to give you." As she said this, she suddenly stood up and felt in the pocket of the coat hanging next to her.
"What is that?" Zhao Xian watched her slip away, then stood up and followed her.
But the igloo was too low to support him standing up, so he sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for her: "Come and apply some warm compress, it will be cold soon."
Qiao Xuejun found it and ran back to sit next to Zhao Xian. Her eyes sparkled as she raised her hand in front of him and spread it out: "Look!"
There is a pink and purple flower in Qiao Xuejun's palm.
Zhao Xian was stunned for a moment, then reached out and picked up the flower. Looking at its bright color, he remembered something: "Is this a cotton flower?"
Before setting out to the city to salvage, Qiao Xuejun said that the cotton was about to bloom.
Qiao Xuejun nodded, her tone cheerful: "The flowers are in full bloom now. I said I'd pick some for you to see."
"It's growing very well." She gestured with a number, somewhat interestedly. "The best thing would be to produce 6,000 kilograms of lint cotton."
At first, Tailor Li said that 3 or 4 kilograms of cotton were needed to make a cotton coat, but later a fiber-fluffing technology called rubbing rabbit hair with blue oil was developed, which could increase the gaps between fibers and make the coat more fluffy.
The amount of cotton filling used is reduced by 30%, and one thousand more garments can be made.
Zhao Xian looked at the fresh flowers in his hand, his eyes darkened, and he didn't speak for a long time.
Qiao Xuejun: "Lord? Why aren't you talking?"
Zhao Xian carefully put the flower away and hid it in his inner pocket near his heart: "Teacher Qiao did so many things when I wasn't looking."
Qiao Xuejun's execution ability often makes Zhao Xian marvel.
Zhao Xian took Qiao Xuejun's hand and held it with the kettle, then continued, "The negotiations with Haibao will be concluded soon. They'll hand over the method for making fish skin coats, and your pressure will be reduced."
Qiao Xuejun nodded. "If I get the fish-skin coat, the pressure on me will be much less." She thought for a moment and said, "Then I can use the 15 acres of land in my shelter to grow other things."
"No." Zhao Xian directly denied it, "You can continue to plant."
He said, "Teacher Qiao, you should know that cotton linters can be used to produce nitrocellulose."
Qiao Xuejun's eyes trembled slightly: "You mean, you want to produce bullets?"
Cotton linter is the layer of fine, short fibers remaining on the cotton seeds after the cotton wool is deseeded. After screening, part of it can be made into nitrocellulose, which can be used as propellant for bullets.
Zhao Xian: "One gram of cotton linter can be made into one bullet."
He smiled and said, "Teacher Qiao, I have to ask you, how much lint can be produced from 15 mu of cotton land?"
Qiao Xuejun did a rough calculation: "Based on the ratio of 6,000 kilograms of lint, theoretically we can produce about 800 kilograms of cotton lint."
Zhao Xian: "Then taking into account losses, we can at least produce 300,000 rounds of ammunition."
300,000!
That is indeed a considerable number.
Zhao Xian: "It's the early stages of the natural disaster. There's little communication between different places. But we can foresee that besides our Gongzhou, there will be other forms of survival bases elsewhere. In the later stages, there may be communication."
He said: "If we can control the military industry, the development of the base will be more stable."
Qiao Xuejun was shocked. Although she knew about this thing, she had never thought about it in this way. At most, she thought about using cotton seeds to extract oil, and cottonseed oil could be used for cooking after being detoxified. Cottonseed meal could be used as feed.
These are all of great significance. But when Zhao Xian arrived, he was already calculating the propellant for the bullet.
She looked at Zhao Xian and asked seriously, "Does the base have this technology?"
Zhao Xian remained calm, "Of course. We need the steel mill in Haibao to make the shells. Other bases can handle it."
"Aren't 300,000 rounds of ammunition enough?"
Zhao Xian: "Of course, the more of this kind of thing, the better." If other human survival bases appear in the future, we can also use them for arms deterrence and arms trade.
Qiao Xuejun nodded without questioning him: "Okay. Then I'll continue planting."
After all, cotton itself is a strategic material. In addition to being used as bullet propellant, it can also be used to make clothing, produce oil, and produce feed.
But looking at the yield, it is not necessary to plant all cotton.
The kettle in his hand was cold again and not warm enough, so Zhao Xian went over and put the kettle back on the small stove to heat it up again.
Then he came over and gave Qiao Xuejun a hot compress.
Qiao Xuejun watched him go back and forth: "It's so troublesome."
Zhao Xian: "No trouble."
Qiao Xuejun: "I went to the engineering department and saw you asked Zhao Yun to make that electric heating wristband."
Zhao Xian glanced at her, somewhat surprised that she had discovered him. "Wait until he finishes making it. It will be more convenient for you in the future."
Qiao Xuejun: "...Yeah." She felt it was a bit of a waste of manpower and resources and troublesome, but Zhao Yun also said that this technology could also be used to keep equipment warm. If it weren't for this, she really wanted to stop it.
Zhao Xian knew what she was thinking when he saw her expression. It was natural and reasonable: "You are the top expert in our base. Even if we have no personal relationship, I would arrange it this way."
Qiao Xuejun was seen through, but she remained stubborn, saying, "I didn't refuse. I shed blood and sweat for the base. A heating wristband is what I deserve."
Zhao Xian smiled, very happy to hear Qiao Xuejun say that. He nodded: "Of course."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
