The technology of the current era was indeed underdeveloped, but many technologies had their embryonic forms or general concepts.
For example, there was already a crude technique for firing clay pottery, so it was not a problem to imitate it and build a kiln.
Jiang Pengji ordered people to find an old man with good skills and asked him about his experience. Based on that, she designed a suitable kiln.
The viewers in the streaming room were also enthusiastic to help, which greatly reduced her detours and allowed the work to progress smoothly.
"What do you think of the clay, sir?"
Jiang Pengji had already become a tabby cat. The wooden clogs she usually wore were changed into thick straw sandals. Her wide-sleeved shirt was changed into a simple and rough brown one. She did not look like a noble son from an aristocratic family, but more like the son of a farmer who grew up in a farm.
If it was not for her noble temperament and elegant demeanor, perhaps people would have misunderstood.
She had visited many places in the past two days and selected a lot of clay. Among them were some that she bought from the shopping center. She categorized them and used them as samples to consult the experienced old man in Xiangyang district who had good skills.
The old man had inherited the art of firing pottery from his ancestors. He sold pottery bowls for a living. The most important person he had come into contact with in his life was the village magistrate. Since when did he have the chance to speak to the district magistrate face-to-face? Moreover, the district magistrate was humbly asking for his advice.
If it was any other day, people would definitely say he was crazy and daydreaming.
But today, something that would not even happen in his dreams happened right in front of his eyes.
He calmed himself down and calmed his frightened little heart down.
There were strange things every year, but there were especially many this year. There was a district magistrate who did not like work and liked to play with clay.
The old man muttered in his heart, but on the surface, he seriously examined several types of clay.
Based on the old man's many years of experience in firing pottery, he carefully selected three types of clay and analyzed their advantages and disadvantages.
On the whole, they were very suitable to be used to make pottery. Jiang Pengji took a look and saw that there was clay from the shopping center among them.
Hearing the old man's affirmation, Jiang Pengji felt relieved. Her two days of running up and down the mountain were worth it.
"What do you think, if we tamp them and make them into this shape …"
Jiang Pengji took out a neatly folded piece of paper. After unfolding it, a three-dimensional rectangle was drawn on it. The current drawing technique was restricted to a flat surface. There was no concept of three-dimensional, let alone such a technique. The old man looked at it in amazement.
Although the charcoal block's drawing was crude, even an illiterate person like him could understand what was drawn at a glance.
"What is the purpose of this?"
The old man turned the paper back and forth, feeling pity in his heart.
Such a strange thing was drawn on a piece of bamboo paper. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like cutlery. Who knew what it was used for.
If it was thrown on the ground, it could barely be used as a saddle, but wouldn't it be heavier than a saddle if it was made of clay?
Jiang Pengji said, "Building houses and paving roads. Look at this thing, it's so neat and tidy. If it's stacked up, look how neat it will be."
The old man suddenly opened his eyes wide and said, "This thing can be used to build houses and pave roads?"
Feeling like he had opened the door to a new world, the old man held the bamboo paper in his hands and muttered to himself.
"If we use this little thing to build a house, how much will we burn?"
Jiang Pengji crossed her arms in front of her chest and said seriously, "We can't always use this to build a house."
Bricks, wood, and stone were used together. After the previous earthquake, she felt that it was better to build a house more sturdy.
The houses of the current era were drafty in summer and drafty in winter.
Because the whole body was made of wood, once a fire broke out, it would burn the whole area. It was impossible to save it. Jiang Pengji wanted to add bricks to the current architectural style to increase the warmth and stability. If possible, she wanted to think about how to prevent fire.
But she didn't specialize in this, she could only provide a general direction. The specific implementation would be left to the professionals.
However, when it came to the reconstruction of Xiangyang district and the planning of houses, she also considered the problem of fire.
The old man muttered, "If we use this to build a house, how extravagant will it be …"
Because Jiang Pengji's attitude was good, the old man who was trembling with fear at the beginning relaxed completely. He discussed with her how to start the kiln and how to burn the bricks. Among them was the problem of the burning temperature.
According to the old man's experience, the amount of wood used to burn such bricks was extremely terrifying. The temperature required was very high. If the temperature was not high enough, the bricks in the kiln might all be burnt to a crisp. The loss would not be small.
With the wood, it would be better to use it to build houses instead of burning bricks.
The old man silently swallowed his words. No matter how approachable he was, he was still the district magistrate. He was not someone ordinary people could offend.
Jiang Pengji asked curiously, "Then how do you usually burn pottery?"
With the old man's guidance, they went to see the pottery workshop of this era. The environment and equipment were very simple.
Although the content of the livestream these few days was very boring, the audience in the livestream room watched with relish.
Many of the audience liked to give their own suggestions. They would even specially search for information and try their best to be rigorous and reasonable.
If any of the suggestions were adopted by the streamer, there would always be a feeling of being one of the builders of Xiangyang district.
It was like a time traveler working hard in ancient times. There was a great sense of achievement and immersion.
Qingge Manwu: "I've read many time travel novels in the past. There was also a plot of building a kiln, but they burn glass. This thing was an absolute luxury in ancient times. It seems that the streamer is more practical and burns bricks. I feel that the value of this thing is much lower than glass. The difficulty shouldn't be high? "
Don't Huashuo Badao: "I remember that glass seems to be a derivative of firing. When the streamer masters the technique of firing bricks and builds Xiangyang district to prosperity, will you still be afraid of not having the energy to make glass? Streamer, don't carelessly use glass to cheat people. The rarer something is, the better it is. This thing will definitely make money. "
Little Match That Sells Her Daughter: "# propping chin. You have to take it one step at a time. It's easy to pull your balls if you go too far.
You're still messing around with bricks and now you're thinking of making glass. "
Nibbling the Princess's Poisonous Apple: "There are many reasons why pottery firing is easy to fail. But I think the temperature is the key. Nowadays, most of the fuel is wood. Firing a kiln consumes a lot of wood. It's very expensive. I saw the streamer fiddling with coal yesterday. This thing is indeed more economical than wood. The next problem is how to raise the temperature in the kiln. "
Jiang Pengji was multitasking. She chatted with the old man while checking the bullet screen for useful content.
She thought about it and sent a bullet screen.
Host V: "Nibbling the Princess's Poisonous Apple. Wind?
The audience had a flash of inspiration and suddenly remembered something.
Nibbling the Princess's Poisonous Apple: "Blower? Bellows? "
Jiang Pengji was deep in thought. After thinking for a while, she asked the old man, "Can we use tuoyue to increase the temperature in the kiln?"
The old man thought deeply and said awkwardly, "I'm afraid it won't be of much use."
What is tuoyue?
The audience in the streaming room was also a little confused.
But listening to Jiang Pengji's words, it should be something like a bellow or a blower to increase the firepower.
There are bellows in this era?
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