Chapter 222： Distiller

Distilled alcohol, just use it as a very exciting drink?

Rurik is not addicted to alcohol, and knows that drinking with his current body is tantamount to suicide. He even estimated that once his people experience the feeling of being drunk and ecstatic, there is a great probability that they will not be able to let go.

The craft ale that the priestesses were indulging in the merchants' sales turned into a muddy mud after drunk it lavishly. If a man gets strong alcohol, it is normal for him to die suddenly.

But spirits, it's a good thing.

Make some high-quality spirits, its spicy and quick hangover experience, can be used as a treasure for money.

Counting on it to make a lot of money, Rurik did not have huge extravagance in this regard.

If you can make very pure alcohol, many things can be changed for it.

It is extremely difficult to manufacture alcohol in large quantities in this time and space. The raw materials for winemaking must be grains rich in sugar. In order to make a good wine, a lot of wheat is consumed.

Raw materials? It is probably not a problem.

Rurik doesn't need to be responsible for the survival of other tribes, as long as he has the ability to get a lot of wheat, how to control is his own business.

You don’t even have to go into the battle for food brewing yourself. In fact, you just need to buy low-alcohol ordinary ale and get it in your own hands.

The so-called finishing is distillation, and it is sufficient to develop a set of distillation equipment that can be used in space and time to achieve the purpose of concentrating alcohol.

In the final analysis, to fulfill the promise to Gould, Rurik had to build a set of stills.

How should alcohol be distilled?

The problem may not be difficult in theory.

For the blacksmiths, life suddenly became very promising. Everyone gets busy, and the price of being busy is money.

A large number of looted Gotland silver coins circulated in Roseburg, and their emergence was for the economic development of Roseburg, piercing a powerful shot and stimulant.

Silver coins are being enriched by various craftsmen. This is exactly the situation faced by blacksmiths.

The blacksmiths did not participate in this year's war. As a result, they rely on their craftsmanship, but they continue to make money from the soldiers.

Let’s say Clavasson, this old guy’s orders have been queued up to Hanukkah, which is the winter solstice day. He frequently ordered his son to take the manservant Kamnier and ran to the mountain not far away to mine iron ore with a two-wheeled trolley, and also to dig sand and calcium oxide by the way.

He himself has never been idle, his hands full of sweat, often sweating by the fire, and often baking his arms with heat, making them look like two one-foot-long grilled lobsters.

The work including pressing glass did not stop. Although making glassware is really a good trick to make money, its audience is limited. For ordinary people, metal tools and weapons are necessary. The glass cup is just a luxury enjoyment. Ordinary poor people do not have the financial resources to have that extravagant life.

The work of pressing glass did not stop, and a young woman took on this magical job.

Lilia, the eldest lady of the White Tree Manor in Novgorod, she originally had a prying look at the craftsmanship of Varyag metallurgy, and she really understood some of the methods of ironing. But she never expected that she would become a glassmaker after more than a month of frequent practice. In line with a woman's delicate heart and strong patience, as well as curiosity about magical things, her level of glassware making is still improving, and she even has a lot of her own ideas.

For example, while the glass is still hot, some patterns are carved into the soft surface.

After all, the raw materials for making glass can be said to be everywhere. The price at which it was sold shocked Lilia at first, but now it is all normal.

The raw materials were collected by her husband and father-in-law. At the beginning, she only personally manipulated the die-casting tools made by Rurik. Later, she wore thick leather gloves to boil molten sand and prepare pure fused silica. , And add necessary alkali metals such as lead dioxide and calcium oxide to it.

It is because of the "Periodic Table of Elements" that Rurik put in the blacksmith's place, her worldview has been completely subverted.

It was as if he had become a magician.

What is there to say? If you have not studied physics and chemistry, your life will be full of magic and miracles.

She asked herself if she didn't know the so-called elements, how would she have thought that the crystal clear cups are all from the tiny yellow sand.

Although she still believes that these are "miracles of the gods", she is fortunate enough to approach a god-man and obtain this miraculous power.

Today, the gods come here unexpectedly.

As usual, Rurik and his guys, holding swords and shields and sweating like rain on the lush hillside every sunny morning. Everyone is learning to fight in the fight, studying each other's fighting routines, and also discussing what kind of shield wall is the most powerful.

Rurik is here, on the first day of August in the Julian calendar, he comes with his own thoughts.

"Oh! My little master, are you here to collect your benefits today too?" Claravason saw that Rick came here alone, and hurriedly threw his hammer, and threw the blade of the sword back into the furnace.

Clavasson then yelled: "Lilia, go back and get the money."

"Hao Le! Father." Lilia also stopped wiping the glass, hurried back to the long house, and took the silver she had prepared.

After a while, Lilia stuffed the bag of silver into Rurik's little hand.

"Brother, look at these silver coins, one is not a lot." She stammered in the Norse language that she was studying hard.

Because of the marriage contract, and the contract will hardly change since the marriage contract, Lilia has always called Rurik "brother", and she is the only one who enjoys the honor of calling her name directly to Rurik.

Rurik glanced at the girl earnestly, and there was a little more of the skill of a laborer under the quiet appearance. And now the glassware made by her herself will turn into huge wealth when the merchants return on a large scale.

Rurik carefully counted the money, no more, no less, exactly one hundred and twenty. This money is the so-called contract dividend, and 10% of Klavasen’s steel product profits must be given to Rurik. One hundred and twenty silver coins is equivalent to saying that the Kravassen family made a profit of 1,200 silver coins in the last ten days of July.

Low-carbon steel products are profitable in themselves, but it is easy for many blacksmiths to make money because of the inflation caused by the influx of a large number of silver coins.

"Next, do you have to go to those shops to collect money? My little master, please allow me to stay and drink some water with me." Clavassen said politely.

"Drink water? That's fine." The heavy silver was hung around his waist. Rurik found a wooden bench casually and sat down. Lilia saw it and hurriedly poured a cup of fresh daisy tea in a beautiful glass full of patterns and handed it over.

After all, it was the end of July and the beginning of August. A large number of wild flowers were in full bloom in the grassland under the forest near Roseburg, the largest of which was the chrysanthemum. Year after year, it's time to collect chrysanthemums.

Taking a sip of chrysanthemum tea, Rurik lifted Erlang's legs subconsciously.

Yes, he is a full-fledged man in the blacksmith's shop in Clavasson, a big benefactor who needs to be properly supported.

"Kawei and that Kamni, they went to the mountains again?" Rurik asked.

"Yes." Clavasson, who stood respectfully, said hurriedly, "I have a lot of orders, and the wooden boards for writing the contract are piled together, which is better than my whole person. Little master, it seems that you have to get more than a thousand silver coins. Income."

"Oh? Doesn't this mean that your income will exceed 10,000 silver coins again?!"

"Of course." Cravason smiled and felt happy in his heart, but suddenly he had a lot of money, and he felt that life had become a little confused. Because blacksmiths are generally not the ones who pursue extravagance, everyone's fun is often to build the best iron.

Chrysanthemum tea is much better than pine needle water, and it can also improve the body's immunity.

Rurik didn't want to die at a young age because of a sudden illness, so he quickly drank his tea and explained his wishes with an uncle's style.

"Cravason, now there is another big money job, you have to help me."

"Oh, you can listen carefully." Cravason complimented.

"It's nothing else. Remember the wine I mentioned? I'm going to make the best wine, more spicy than the so-called good wines sold by the merchants. So that it can burn."

"What? Burning?" Clavasson drew his ears. "My little master, what did I hear just now? The best wine? Burning? The best wine can burn?"

"Yes! It's burning." Liu Rick looked at the embarrassed old guy without changing his face.

"How is it possible? Wine is wine, not charcoal blocks, how can it be burned?"

"Do you think it's very ridiculous?" Lurik asked deliberately, grimly.

"I..." Cravason thought, this Rurik is not a mortal, it is normal to continue to perform miracles, but he can't imagine the burning of ale. "Wine, that's wine! It can pour out water, how can it burn?"

"Wine of course can burn, but we have to take away the water in it, and the remaining essence is the essence of wine. Clavasson, you already know that this world is composed of many elements, and one of your feet has already set foot on it. In the realm of the gods, is there anything else to question?"

"I... I don't dare say anything."

The so-called "God's Realm" is the most bluffing, and Kravasson didn't dare to ask more, only asking for a way to make wine that can burn.

"How to make it? It is distillation. For this I need you to make some special glassware. Don't worry, I will help you in the next few days until we turn the existing ale into water that can be burned." The word "steam" is especially emphasized.

"Like pure water, can it still burn with the aroma of wine? Oh, I really want to see this miracle, let's get started."

Clavassen’s suspicion cannot be eliminated before seeing the burning alcohol. He chose to take the whole family’s unconditional support for Rurik’s determination to accompany this seemingly child, but it is actually the work of a man of supernatural power.

An attempt to make distilled spirits has officially begun!

If it’s just for making distilled spirits, why bother to use glassware? Is there any problem with the ancient distiller, using pure wood materials to make all kinds of containers? Of course there is no problem.

Here, bronze is used as raw material to produce a very high-quality distiller, which can of course be done with Kravassen’s current craftsmanship. He has the ability to make seamless pipes made of bronze.

Rurik had already thought about the cost issue, and even thought that he was only conducting an experiment.

The manufacture of large-scale distilled spirits is by no means an expert with the skills to give pointers. A group of winemakers who have never seen distilled spirits can create high-efficiency distillers to quickly mass produce spirits.

Can the Ross people produce distilled spirits on a large scale? Of course it can, or even should.

The Ross people don't drink strong alcohol, so are they still called Ross people? Even Rurik has already thought of the most appropriate name for the spirit of the future-vodka.

The problem now is that you must complete a zero-to-one practice through your own theoretical knowledge, that is, you must first complete the laboratory-level alcohol distillation to prove that the Ross people can.

In this case, the most suitable for current needs is a series of transparent and easy to shape containers. It must be transparent so that the operator can observe the specific process of the distillation reaction.

Bronze is not good, and ceramics are not good. Although they are all materials that can be selected for distiller, there is nothing better than glass.

To make the glassware into a distiller, the Kravassen family has already acted under the personal guidance of Rurik.

If there is no professional's guidance to blow glass rashly, not only will such a craftsman not be able to blow the glass well, the hot air can also instantly destroy the worker’s lungs, causing him to die. Therefore, Rurik didn't dare to let the blacksmith take risks. The Ross people still master the technology of die-casting glass. Even the production of large glass stills is still based on the die-casting process.

A set of large-scale bronze die-casting molds was produced, and coupled with the attached lever system, making such a brand-new "glassware die-casting machine" took four days of Clavasson.

Rurik also has some regrets about this. It is just a set of "special manual punching machine" with a simple structure. Is it really difficult to manufacture it? But the facts are more realistic. If it hadn't been for Rurik's personal guidance, Clavasson and Kawei would never have thought of a mechanism composed of levers in their entire lives. In other words, there are no mechanical structures in their lives, because when Rurik comes, they also have machinery. Machines made of wood are still machines.

So far, it's August 5th, and burnable wine, it still doesn't exist.

This afternoon, Rurik came again as usual. He had already collected all the silver brought out by the blacksmith. This was his "steel-making dividend."

Compared with the proceeds of the money, Ruriek was more concerned about whether the special task assigned to Clarvasson was finally completed.

"Finally finished. What do you think? Rurik." Klava couldn't help expressing his feelings about his many days of hard work facing the one-person-high wooden structure that he had put together.

"I think it's okay. I hope it works as well as it seems."

Lurik's gaze was especially at the huge bronze mortar and the pressure punch. These two sets of institutions will not make the craftsmen of this time and space feel unfamiliar. This combination is basically an enlarged version of the stone mortar. It is precisely for this reason that casting such a special bronze piece really tests the blacksmith's smelting ability.

Compared with other blacksmiths, the smelting level of Klavasen and Kawi has improved by leaps and bounds in the past year. In order to be able to smelt sponge iron more efficiently and even carburize sword embryos on a large scale, a larger mud furnace has been put into use.

In a sense, the Oriental blast furnace technology is to continuously manufacture larger-scale furnaces under the concept of maximizing smelting efficiency, and finally the quantity becomes a qualitative change. The huge furnace chamber has an extremely powerful temperature-locking ability, and a more powerful blower enables the blast furnace to maintain a very high temperature for a long time, so that it can continue to smelt molten pig iron.

The Cravason’s new furnace is only about 50% larger than the previous furnace, the furnace wall is thicker, and there are two bladder blowers.

The iron smelting efficiency of the new furnace is higher, and the ash cleaning efficiency is also very high. Of course, it melts the bronze liquid in the clay pot with unprecedented efficiency.

A large amount of bronze material was consumed, and the lever system, which was completed after constant debugging, was finally put into manufacture.

But then again, Clavasson really doubted.

"Rurik, do you think we spend a lot of bronze in order to make a large glassware. Is it really worth it to make such a set of machinery?"

"Why not worth it? Of course it is."

"I... just a little worried. If you complete your plan this machine will be useless."

"Are you afraid that I will leave it unused?" Rurik smiled, "My friend, why don't you use it to continue making large glass containers? Don't you think it can replace wooden barrels and become a new storage ale, or don't What kind of container?"

"Huh? This is also true, such as storing the burnable wine you said? Although I prefer oak barrels."

Rurik shook his head, and then he personally inspected the machinery he had asked for. His little hand especially reached into the bronze mortar, and he especially touched the huge bronze punch that reflected the golden light, and couldn't help but shook his head.

"Rurik, are you feeling bad?" Kravasson asked.

"There is a problem." Rurik turned his head, and the golden ponytail on the back of his head also flicked. "The mortar is too rough. I think you have to polish it."

"Well, since you are very persistent, this job still takes time."

"It doesn't matter." Rurik shrugged, "If it is not smooth enough, our utensils cannot be made. By the way, before die-casting, a layer of charcoal powder must be applied to the inside as an anti-blocking product."