Ancient natural disasters: The whole family traveled through time and was almost wiped out

Chapter 209

Jiang Xiubai lay in Jiang Xiumian's arms, tears streaming down his face: "You... dead system! I... who are you, I... you are just a dog system, what do you mean by I! Wuuuuu - it hurts so much! Brother Mian..."

"I don't have a father..."

"I am not the old man..."

The system muttered twice and suddenly fell silent, but three seconds later, Jiang Xiubai's head was filled with the crackling sound of electricity.

"Ah! F**K!!!"

Jiang Xiubai suddenly covered his ears in pain, then held his head, and finally hit his head hard. His head was like a watermelon, making a "bang bang" sound. Jiang Xiumian was startled and hurried to grab the man's hand. However, Jiang Xiubai suddenly became as strong as an ox, and Jiang Xiumian couldn't catch him. He could only hold his head and press it hard into his arms.

Jiang Xiumian curled up in Jiang Xiumian's arms and trembled. Although he clenched his teeth, his fragmented moans could still be heard.

"Xiaobai? Xiaobai!"

Although Jiang Xiumian didn't know what was going on, he could guess that it was related to the system. In the unknown, he didn't dare to touch Jiang Xiubai, and could only hug him tightly to prevent him from falling to the ground.

I don't know how long it took, until I heard Yao Ju knocking on the door: "Master Mian, all the five thousand bricks have been put in, what should we do next?"

Jiang Xiumian did not move, but said to the people outside: "Seal the kiln and light the fire. I taught you. How do you know how to do it?"

"I... I'm afraid I can't do it well--" A whole kiln of bricks was wasted!

Five thousand bricks were made after being dropped, beaten, dried and baked. He couldn't afford the risk.

It's better to be safe than sorry. If he burns down the kiln, he will be a sinner!

"Everything must be put into practice." Jiang Xiumian thought for a moment and said, "Let's put it aside for now. I'll arrange to seal the kiln when I have time."

At this time, he couldn't ignore Jiang Xiubai no matter what.

Yao Ju: “Yes.”

Are you relieved? But what urgent matter does Mr. Mian have to deal with? Is it more urgent than firing a kiln?

"I... I'm fine, you go and take a look." So many people have worked so hard for so long, it would be a shame if all their efforts were wasted.

Jiang Xiubai was weak and had lifeless eyes as his hands drooped. He was originally electrocuted to death, with his hair standing on end, and then the devilish sound pierced his brain. He now felt as broken as a broken doll.

Really, it was beyond his body's endurance limit, and now he really didn't want to move even a finger.

"Is it really okay?"

Seeing that Jiang Xiubai could speak, Jiang Xiumian finally let go of the worry that had been hanging in his stomach for a long time. As the son of a doctor, he was judging whether a person was alright. He subconsciously used the back of his hand to test the temperature of his forehead. Well, he didn't have a fever, so he was okay.

"I'll carry you up there and let you lie down and rest for a while."

Jiang Xiumian originally wanted to carry the man like a princess, but he forgot that he was powerless and almost rolled into a pile with Jiang Xiubai. He could only half drag and half carry Jiang Xiubai to the bed, tucked him in, and then asked, "You're so scared, is there something wrong with the system?"

"It should be. The system doesn't know what's going on. My head was filled with the devil sound just now. The devil sound seemed to be electrocuting my brain. It hurt so much!"

Jiang Xiubai's face turned as pale as a zombie. Recalling the feeling just now, he couldn't help but shudder. Damn, it was too scary! His whole head seemed to be about to explode. He wished he could chop open his brain and dig out the evil things inside!

Jiang Xiumian frowned, not knowing what he was thinking, and suddenly asked, "Can the system still be contacted?"

"That should be OK, right?" Jiang Xiubai didn't know why Jiang Xiumian had that expression, but he still called the system obediently. He was shocked to find out, "Is it really impossible to get in touch? What's going on?"

"It must be that he has violated some laws and regulations again. It's okay. He will be back after the system has punished him. You can take a rest first. I will go out and watch the bricks being made."

Jiang Xiumian smiled to ease Jiang Xiubai's heart. When the latter heard it, he didn't care about anything at once. He was already low on energy, so how could he have the time to think about anything? He just wanted to sleep, and he fell asleep very quickly. He fell asleep before Jiang Xiumian left. An electric shock and a bombardment of magic sounds drained all his energy away, so he didn't see Jiang Xiumian's solemn expression.

Jiang Xiumian put the infrared thermometer on the ground into the space, walked to the door, put his hand on the door handle, paused, and looked sideways at Jiang Xiubai.

In the past six months since they came here, their family has always felt that Jiang Xiubai's system is the second guarantee for them to live a stable life in this world, and they really rely on this system a lot, so much so that they ignore the dangers of the system and the threat it poses to Jiang Xiubai.

Except for the first time when they exploited a loophole and replaced the harvester, the system punished Jiang Xiubai with electric shocks, the system really had only benefits and no harm for them, until today - Jiang Xiubai almost died.

Based on the first experience, the electric shock should not take the host's life, but the so-called "magic sound" mentioned by Jiang Xiubai is not necessarily the case.

It seems that the system problem needs to be carefully considered. No matter how many benefits there are, they are not worth Jiang Xiubai's life.

There is also space for him and his Xiaomi. There has been no sudden collapse for now, but there is no guarantee for the future.

But how do we solve this stream of consciousness thing?

Jiang Xiumian said that this is not an area he is familiar with for the time being.

He pushed the door open and went out. The cold air made his mind clearer. He thought he was a smart man. He had the information and drawings. He asked people to make clay and build a brick kiln according to his own ideas. He also asked Jiang Xiubai to buy a thermometer, but he never thought of asking other people if they had any relevant knowledge in this area.

What’s the difference between this and working in isolation and closing the country to the outside world?

Fortunately, Jiang Xiubai was fine this time. If something happened, he wouldn’t know how to face Uncle Da and Aunt Liu.

He came to the brick kiln and looked at the neatly stacked bricks inside. He did not rush to have the kiln sealed. Instead, he asked Yao Ju and others if anyone knew anything about brick firing. He did not mention whether the knowledge was accurate or not, but asked them to tell him if they knew, and he would judge for himself.

However, ordinary people really don't understand the "top secret" technology of brick-making. Liu Hai did say something: "The Wang family in the county has a brick kiln. Every time the old man in his family burns the kiln, he will put some fire photos at the observation port."

The most important thing in firing a kiln is to judge the approximate temperature in the kiln, which requires the most experienced and skilled person to control. This person is the master chef of the kiln, called the "batou" or "bazhu".

Jiang Xiumian: "Fire?"

This word seems familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

Liu Hai nodded: "Yes, a pointed one with a round bottom, a small one."

Jiang Xiumian had some impression in his memory. He went back to the room in the shelter and looked through some books. Finally, he saw the words "fire observation" in a book about porcelain firing, and there was also a method called "fire observation method".

Over the past several thousand years, Chinese people have used visual inspection to create world-famous ceramics, among which the most famous is the blue and white underglaze red.

The fire cone, also called the temperature measuring cone in modern times, has a fixed melting point and will melt when it reaches a fixed temperature. Place it at the fire viewing port and take one out with pliers every once in a while. Observe the degree of softening to determine the approximate temperature.

Using a thermometer is the most intuitive way, but it is not the only way. Jiang Xiumian knew that he was just looking at the world from a narrow perspective.

If I had known this earlier, I would have asked Xiaobai to buy a temperature measuring cone, then this disaster would not have happened.

But how could there be so many things known in advance in the world? Jiang Xiumian took a deep breath, walked out the door and went to the brick kiln: "Seal the kiln."

After the kiln is sealed, only two holes are left, one for inputting firewood and the other for observing the fire. If there is a temperature measuring cone, it should be placed near the fire observing hole.

"Add more firewood."

In order to ensure the highest burning temperature of the firewood, the firewood is also dried while the bricks are drying. Although the firewood still has some moisture at this time, it is no longer completely wet wood.

The fire quickly started, and the flames illuminated Jiang Xiumian's face red.

Judging the temperature is only one part of firing a brick kiln; controlling the changes in temperature is equally important.

That is, the speed of heating and cooling, and the duration of the highest temperature, will affect the quality of red bricks.

Different flame colors represent different temperatures. The quality and dryness of the firewood, the concentration of oxygen in the kiln and other factors all affect the flame color. At this time, the experience of the head is needed.

Jiang Xiumian is the boss now.

"If we keep firing like this, how long will it take to produce a kiln of bricks?" Liu Hai asked.

"About a day and a night."

Liu Hai stretched out a finger and popped out four more: "Five thousand bricks in one day and night?!"

"It might work."

"should?"

"Captain Liu, this is my first time firing a kiln too, I don't know either!"

Liu Hai hesitated to speak. He wanted to say, "The first time you burn a brick, burn a small one!" If all five thousand bricks are wasted, then, then, then--

Forget it, the kiln has been sealed, the fire has been lit, and the bricks are already inside. What’s the point of saying all this now?

Because it was the first time to make bricks, Jiang Xiumian could not leave, so he had to stay in the shelter tonight. Xiao Shun got the notice and brought dinner for the two young masters up the mountain from Shangtang Village.

Before Jiang Xiumian finished his work, Xiao Shun put the food box into the house. He used hot water to keep the bottom of the food box warm. Even in such a cold day, it would still be warm after an hour. But the young master was too busy and he hadn't come back until dark, so Xiao Shun replaced the lukewarm water.

Just after changing, he heard some noise in the room. Jiang Xiubai woke up and said he was very hungry and almost dying of hunger.

Xiao Shun quickly brought the lunch box over, opened the lid, and took out the food inside. He originally wanted to leave half for Jiang Xiumian, but was frightened by the way Jiang Xiubai ate. They were acquaintances, but he had never seen Jiang Xiubai eat so unmanneredly, to put it bluntly - he looked like a reincarnated hungry ghost.

"Master Bai, please eat slowly, don't choke!"

Xiao Shun immediately forgot to save food for Jiang Xiumian. He was afraid that Jiang Xiubai would choke to death in front of him. How would he explain to his young master and his young lady? !

As soon as Xiaoshun put the food on the table, Jiang Xiubai began to eat the rice impatiently. He had no time to pick up any vegetables and had already finished half a bowl of rice. He choked and rolled his eyes. Xiaoshun quickly poured him a bowl of water - when traveling away from home, everything should be kept simple, and there was no way there would be soup.

Jiang Xiubai drank the half bowl of rice from Xiaoshun's hand, "Tun, tun, tun--" and continued to eat. In the blink of an eye, the remaining half bowl of rice was in his stomach.

That bowl was a large bowl used in the countryside, the kind with a diameter of fifteen centimeters!

"Add more rice! Cover it up!"

Jiang Xiubai finished a large bowl of food without even filling the bottom, and passed the bowl to Xiaoshun, who then had time to pick up some vegetables to eat. He was putting food into his mouth with chopsticks one by one. Xiaoshun was frightened and kept water ready, for he was afraid that Master Bai in front of him would choke and he wouldn't be able to save him.

Jiang Xiubai ate four large bowls of food and finally finished. He put down the bowl and stretched out his hands to Xiaoshun, who quickly handed him the bowl of water on the table. He watched him drink it in two gulps and three gulps at a time, then he burped: "Burp - full, comfortable!"

Xiao Shun, who was standing by, was dumbfounded when he saw the three empty plates in front of him and the rice bowl with only a few rice grains left. If he hadn't been strong, he would have cried. You are full, you must be full!

How can you not feel full after eating so much food? No, are you not full?

"Master Bai, this, this, this - what is my master eating?"

He packed enough food for three people, fearing that their young master wouldn't be full. Now, he couldn't be full, not at all, because there was nothing to eat.

Are there likely to be leftovers down the mountain?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"Don't worry." Jiang Xiubai lazily touched his round belly and half leaned on the back of the chair: "Your young master eats a lot!"

There's no way I would believe you. You've licked the entire plate clean. Where is his young master going to eat?

Xiao Shun pursed his lips and was about to cry. He felt so sorry for his young master, who was busy from dawn to dusk and didn't even have time to eat! Young Master Bai slept until dark and ate as soon as he got up!

Xiao Shun looked at Jiang Xiubai with a bit of resentment in his eyes. If Master Bai wasn't also a young master of the same family, he would have cursed!

"Are you awake? How do you feel?"

Before Jiang Xiumian entered the house, he shook off the snow on his body outside the door, and asked when he saw Jiang Xiubai.

Jiang Xiubai held his stomach and said, "I was so hungry that I ate your dinner. Xiaoshun is really worried about you!"

"Oh, I'll eat it. I have something else to eat." Jiang Xiumian said to Xiaoshun, "It's okay. I won't be hungry. Your Master Bai is not feeling well today. Please help me make this digestive soup and serve it out to cool later."

"Yes, young master." Xiao Shun stopped only after Jiang Xiumian had spoken. He took the paper bag and went down. Halfway through, he scratched his head - I've only heard of people losing their appetite when they're not feeling well, but I've never heard of people having a good appetite when they're not feeling well!

"Eat this." Jiang Xiumian handed Jiang Xiubai a black pill. The latter took it and threw it directly into the corner of his mouth. While chewing, he asked: "What is this... Ugh - it's so bitter!"

Jiang Xiumian poured him a glass of water: "It helps digestion. You ate the meal for two people by yourself. I won't kill you!"

"I don't know why, I'm so hungry. If the food wasn't gone, I would still like to eat!"

"Luckily it's gone, otherwise I would have either vomited or my stomach would have burst."