Most of the time, Rebecca felt that she could not quite understand her ancestor's thoughts. But the good thing about being an iron-headed girl was that she would not force herself to understand things that she could not understand. In any case, her ancestor's words were never wrong, and she just had to follow his instructions.
Watching Rebecca leave happily without even asking why she wanted to burn the stones, Gwen could not help but stroke his chin and mutter to himself, "Sure enough, everyone is born with a limited amount of talent points, and the amount is all dependent on the dice. Rebecca was probably born with maths and creativity, and the rest were all 1s …"
But it did not matter. He had already given her the blueprint and the basic operation method, and she just had to do it herself. The First Magic Net Project had proven that apart from the fact that this girl had an iron head, a low EQ, and frequently came up with infuriating ideas, she was astonishingly talented in mathematics and other fields that required creativity. Such a talented person should be thrown out and let her do her best. As long as she didn't die, she would usually have unexpected gains. Adding a lot of restrictions on her would instead limit her results.
Besides, even Gwen himself was not sure how many of the methods he had recreated from his memories of Earth would succeed.
After throwing the task of 'burning the stones' to Rebecca, Gwen went to the farmland to check on the progress of the reclamation and confirmed that the waterwheel had begun. He then went to the blacksmith's shop and threw the new furnace he had designed to the old blacksmith, Hamel.
The old blacksmith could not hide his astonishment at the blueprint that Gwen took out.
He was really surprised.
Hamel knew that his lord was concerned about the problem of the new furnace, and he also remembered that Gwen had collected some suggestions on how to build the new furnace from him a few days ago. But in his mind, it was already the most a noble could do. Next, he would at most find a few craftsmen to help him build the new furnace, and occasionally check on the progress. He never thought that Gwen would come directly with the blueprint.
When he heard that the blueprint of the furnace had been drawn, Hamel's first reaction was not surprise, nor was he moved. Instead, he was nervous and had a headache.
It was still the same question. A duke, a great noble, should be sitting in a castle and eating from a golden bowl. Did he really know how to forge iron and how to set up a furnace? Could the blueprints that he had come up with really be used?
What if he couldn't use it? Who would dare to voice their opinions? But if they were to use it forcefully … who would be responsible if something were to happen?
The old blacksmith grimaced as he took the blueprint from Gawain. He secretly made up his mind, 'If this furnace is too whimsical, I won't say it out loud. At most, I'll just nod my head and try my best to build a furnace that looks similar but is completely different on the inside. If the feudal lord really finds something fishy and asks about it, I'll just say that the illiterate apprentices and slave workers are too stupid to build a new furnace properly …'
This thought continued until he saw the intricate structure and logical layout of the design.
Gwen completely saw Hamel's reaction and smiled.
He was not a blacksmith. To be honest, even in his previous life, he did not have any experience related to steel smelting or forging. But as a keyboard master who had come from the information age, which keyboard master could not pull out a pile of theoretical knowledge?
Of course, a keyboard master who only had theoretical knowledge would not be useful, but it did not matter. He still had Gwen Cecil's memory.
Gwen Cecil was not a blacksmith, but the first generation Duke of the Eastern Region was a blacksmith. When the Duke of the Eastern Region invited everyone to drink, he would brag about his knowledge of steel smelting. Coupled with their close personal relationship, Gwen Cecil had been dragged by the first generation Duke of the Eastern Region to the furnace to practice his skills many times. Naturally, he knew the structure of a qualified furnace.
With the combination of the two sets of knowledge, Rebecca and Heidi's suggestions, and the slight loss of the hairline, it was possible to draw a blueprint.
But confidence aside, Gwen was not blindly arrogant. He was well aware of the disadvantages of a layman's leadership, and he knew that his identity could easily make the real experts in the territory not dare to speak to him. So, he took the initiative to say, "This blueprint is based on some of the furnaces in the Gondor period. It may not be suitable for the actual situation. It's just to give you an idea. As for how to make this furnace work, it's your business. You can modify it at will, as long as it meets my requirements."
"No, no, no, this design is already very reasonable," Hamel said hurriedly. "The structure of the furnace is not missing, and it can be connected very well. And this continuous smelting idea … As long as the ore is continuously thrown in and the slag is removed, it can keep burning?"
"Yes, it's continuous." Gwen nodded. "But in this way, I'm afraid the usual working method of a blacksmith and a few apprentices around the furnace is not suitable, right?"
Hamel obviously hadn't thought of this before. He was still immersed in the wonderful idea of the new furnace. Now that Gawain reminded him, he suddenly realized what it meant to have such a highly efficient furnace that didn't need to be extinguished.
As if it was some kind of professional intuition, he realized that there was a deep gap between the clanking blacksmith shop of the past and the furnace in front of him.
Thinking of the large yard that was 100 meters in length and width and could hold dozens of sets of furnaces, he stared at Gwen. "Master …"
"Steel, steel is the foundation of everything. Of course, there are all kinds of other strange metals," Gwen said as he took out another thing from his pocket and gave it to Hamel. "I've asked around. You can read, so you should be able to understand these things."
Blacksmiths were the upper class of the commoners. Although they were still commoners, they had a similar status as the family warriors and even the trainee Knight with a long sword and a whip. In addition, Hamel's family had been responsible for smelting steel and forging weapons for the Cecil family for several generations, so his status was not ordinary. Therefore, Hamel could read and count — his father was very open-minded in this regard.
After taking the paper from Gwen, Hamel glanced at it and his eyes widened in surprise.
"This … is this still a blacksmith shop?"
"No, this is the Cecil Steel Factory." Gwen looked into the old blacksmith's eyes. "I want a lot of steel, more than the total steel you have seen in your life. The new furnace and Magic Net I are just the foundation of the foundation, and these things need a supporting, new production structure to support them."
This was a transformation from a workshop to a factory. Even Gawain himself did not know what kind of effect such a rigid, top-down restructuring would have, but he really could not afford to wait patiently.
He could not wait for this society to slowly develop into the budding capital and industrial revolution. Even if he was willing to wait, the thing in the sky might not be willing to wait.
Here, you are buried in farming, and before the base is even open, waves of aliens and demonic waves are already on your face at the same time. How can you play this game?
The progress of the [Magic Net 1] allowed him to see an opportunity for the development of productivity. In other words, productivity had already reached a point where it could be greatly developed, but in this world where magic existed, it was stuck. The [Magic Net 1] was the hope to release this shackle.
Failure was due to magic, success was also due to magic.
Hamel fell into deep thought, but he found that he could not think of anything. This was beyond his world view. He had been forging iron all his life, but for the first time, he could not find a place for himself in the iron. "Master, if we really follow your plan, how many blacksmiths will we need to use so many iron furnaces? I am the only blacksmith in the territory now. "
"Smelting ores and steel processing will be separated sooner or later and become two parts. I have a follow-up plan for this." Gwen glanced at Hamel. "After seeing the design of the new furnace, you should know that I am not whimsical."
Such a dangerous idea had indeed appeared in Hamel's mind, but Gawain's words reminded him of the bold and reasonable design of the furnace.
After a few seconds of silence, Gawain deliberately opened his mouth unhurriedly. "Do you think that I'm a stupid noble who is full of naive and imaginative ideas but doesn't know the slightest of practicality?"
Hamel suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. "No, no, how can you be …"
"It is normal for you to have such an idea, because I think more than 90% of the other nobles in this era have the same evaluation." Gwen laughed. "Living in the castle, high and mighty, luxurious and naive, they do not know how the grain grows, and they do not know how to forge, build houses, and cut wood, but they like to give orders that are impossible to achieve, right?"
Hamel looked at Gwen, dumbfounded. For a long time, he did not say the word "bosom friend".
How could the duke from 700 years ago be so insightful in his evaluation of the nobles?
"You must be wondering why my evaluation of them is so insightful. It is very simple. I am Gwen Cecil. 700 years ago, when this land was still barren, I led people to reclaim it." Gwen looked into Hamel's eyes. "We did not live in the castle at that time. When it comes to work, many of the craftsmen in this territory are no match for me."
Hamel's face changed slightly, and he nodded slowly.
Gwen put his hand on the old blacksmith's shoulder. "So do as I say. The first step is to complete the construction of the new furnace."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Betty trotting all the way.
"Master!" The little handmaiden was still gasping for breath, and then she awkwardly and exaggeratedly bent down. "Miss Amber is back! And with a … a … "
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