Meanwhile, the coal sorting work at Liu Sisi's place had also been completed.
This time, the furnace, the charcoal-making procedures, and the temperature control were all much more meticulous than the last time.
Therefore, the finished product is much larger, and after sitting overnight...
The small mountain of good charcoal was as high as a person's waist, accounting for at least 80% of the entire pile.
Each one resembles a black crystal…
Now that things have come to this point, the preparations are basically complete.
Ye Feng shouted at Fu Changxiong, who was still hammering and sweating profusely:
"Nobita, how much longer?"
Fu Changxiong stopped working; during the nearly two hours of work, he had only rested for less than 20 minutes.
Making knife handles is relatively simple, as they are mostly made of wood.
It can be cracked and shattered by hitting it with a hammer a few times.
But knives are all shaped, and steel knives are especially hard.
Smashing it into a shape that can fit into a melting pot is indeed a very physically demanding task.
Fu Changxiong glanced at the ten remaining knives and replied somewhat embarrassedly:
"Give me another hour, and I'm sure I can finish it."
Seeing this, Ye Feng picked up the jar and walked over, throwing in some knives that had been smashed into pieces.
"Keep smashing, I'll refine these first."
Ten minutes later, the charcoal and canisters were all placed into the stove.
The group of people sat around the furnace, their expressions largely unchanged.
However, the expressions of Tang Weiwei and the other two changed in different ways.
Zhan Pengwu was curious. He felt that this matter was too mysterious. Could something that looked like an earthen kiln really melt steel?
Zhan Pengfei, on the other hand, had his eyes wide open, his excitement clearly visible to the naked eye.
He had great faith in Ye Feng and believed that the matter would definitely succeed, and he himself was one of the participants.
Liu Sisi felt much the same way Ye Feng did when he first smelted steel.
Tang Weiwei, however, experienced both emotions.
On the one hand, he felt that Ye Feng was very professional and should be able to succeed.
But then I thought about it again and realized that this was a bit too outrageous.
However, Ye Feng didn't care what they were thinking and immediately started the fire.
"Dawei, Zhan Pengwu, stop daydreaming and get to work."
The others prepared to stack firewood and charcoal, in case they needed them at any time.
Those who still have the strength can help Nobita hammer iron; in short... find work to do yourself.
"good."
After he finished speaking, everyone scattered and went about their respective tasks.
At first, Ye Feng was in charge of watching the fire, but once all the charcoal was burning, he handed the job over to Zhan Pengfei.
After explaining the details to him, he went back to playing with the mud on his own.
At present, although the arrow shaft has not yet been found, once the most difficult part, the arrowhead, is finished, the matter will be more than half completed.
On his way here, he passed through a birch forest where there were many good materials.
We can collect them when we go back in a couple of days.
He also had feathers used to make arrow tails, which he had taken from the female eagle from last time.
We can probably make about twenty or thirty pieces, but horn eagles aren't hard to find in the Amazon.
It's the same if you encounter them again later and kill them.
Ye Feng followed the same steps as before, using mud with the right moisture level to shape mud bricks to serve as containers for casting.
After that, we can ask Qi Xiaoyan to be in charge of the mold making.
Because of prior experience, everything went very smoothly.
But when he got to the twelfth brick, he suddenly realized a serious problem that he hadn't been able to solve yet.
Ye Feng had agreed to make Zhan Pengwu's spiked club sheath; the design blueprints were in his mind...
But after all, the mold has to be drawn on mud bricks during casting so that the molten steel can be filled in to form the outline of the weapon.
However, among all the knowledge he has acquired, drawing is his biggest weakness.
Ye Feng is an art idiot who can't even draw a tree properly.
With virtually no artistic merit, having him carve the blueprints for a spiked club would most likely be a waste of molten steel.
"Oh no, I don't think I considered that."
He scratched his head in frustration. This wouldn't do; he'd already said it.
If I can't do it, it would be too embarrassing; I don't have the habit of breaking my promises.
Moreover, Zhan Pengwu is the strongest fighter in the team, so improving his strength is far more important than improving the strength of others.
So we have to make this spiked club no matter what.
After thinking for a moment, Ye Feng called Qi Xiaoyan over.
When it comes to painting, Qi Xiaoyan is probably the only one in the team who can do it.
"Um... Xiaoyan, how good are your drawings?"
Although Qi Xiaoyan didn't know why he asked that, she still nodded seriously.
"I only know how to paint with a brush. I'm okay at painting mountains and birds, and I can manage ordinary portraits too."
As long as it's not too complicated, it should be about 60% similar.
"Excellent!"
Ye Feng slapped his thigh; the problem was now solved.
"Can you draw... uh..."
He had just gotten to this point when he suddenly became speechless.
Because the appearance of a spiked club is indeed difficult to describe, he made up this term.
This weapon has definitely never been made before, and Qi Xiaoyan would be completely baffled if I told her.
So he tried to come up with an object that was similar in shape to a spiked club.
After racking his brains for a while, a Japanese action movie he had once watched suddenly popped into his mind.
The answer was found instantly.
"Hey! I've got it! Can you draw an electric massager?"
"Wh...what's so great?"
Qi Xiaoyan looked embarrassed and stammered, seemingly understanding but not quite.
This name seems to be familiar to anyone who has watched action movies.
However, she felt that Ye Feng was probably not referring to this.
"Oh my, you're 23 already, how come you don't even know this?!"
Ye Feng had no idea what Qi Xiaoyan was thinking and assumed she hadn't heard of it before, so he began to explain seriously.
"It's the one that female celebrities in Japanese action movies use..."
"Oh, please stop talking!"
Ye Feng, who was about to use his hands to show the length of the stick, was suddenly pushed by Qi Xiaoyan and sat down on the ground.
He was stunned; all he wanted was to ask the other party for a favor.
Why did Qi Xiaoyan push me for no reason? I was only thinking about the team.
After regaining his senses, Ye Feng was about to get angry when he looked up and saw Qi Xiaoyan's shy face.
Because he was speaking so loudly, the people who were busy over there had already stopped what they were doing...
Apart from Liu Sisi, everyone else was looking at the two of them with the same expression.
They remained motionless, the men's lips curling into slight smiles, their expressions playful.
The atmosphere became incredibly awkward at that moment.
"Hey, Ye Feng, isn't this topic between you two a bit too private?"
Zhan Pengwu chuckled…
Zhan Pengfei also joked from the side, his tone and eyes revealing obvious curiosity.
"Wow... Brother Feng, you even want to make that kind of thing? You have this hobby?"
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