The female general of the last days returned to ancient times to raise a young prostitute

First, the quartz stone is broken into pieces with a hammer, and then hammered repeatedly until the stone turns into powder.

This is quartz sand, which is definitely an indispensable item for making glass.

The fireplace must be heated to a certain temperature to refine the quartz sand.

The charcoal we use is the best silver charcoal on the market. It burns smokelessly and at a high temperature. There is a small air vent in the basement, so there is no need to worry about poisoning or poor air circulation.

The main raw material for making glass is quartz sand. Since the melting point of quartz sand is very high, a flux, sodium carbonate (the soda ash we use in daily life), must be added when melting it.

Fortunately, baking soda already existed in this era, otherwise she would have to go through all this trouble. Fortunately, baking soda is not difficult to make, so it is not impossible for her to make it. When she made soap before, there was still a lot of sodium carbonate left over. It was just right to use it now.

Calcium carbonate is also one of the key materials. When it works together with the previous two raw materials, ordinary glass is made.

Calcium carbonate can be found in shells. Restaurant owners naturally have a lot of discarded shells.

I had someone collect some of them before, and they might be useful now.

Heat the shells and grind them into powder to produce calcium carbonate.

Quartz SiO2 glass is a unique substance whose main component is quartz sand. Its manufacturing process is that quartz sand is combined with other chemical raw materials at high temperature (1300 degrees Celsius) and then cooled to form a crystal. It has the characteristics of hardness, wear resistance, high light transmittance and corrosion resistance.

After some tinkering, all the preparations were complete, just waiting for further experiments.

It was getting dark outside and the restaurants were all closed.

At this time, Li Lingye also arrived at the restaurant. He came to pick up Mo Rao and take her home. This was his first time in the restaurant, and he had not expected this woman to be so extraordinary. Such a magnificent restaurant was also an eye-opener for him, the former prince.

Seeing that it was so late and Mo Rao had not returned home yet, Mo Daqiang felt a little worried, so he asked him to come over to see her, otherwise he would not have wanted to come.

He had been secretly observing Shiqin's every move. Her eyes always held a murderous aura, and it was clear at a glance that she was no ordinary person. He was just waiting for them to reveal their true colors. He wanted to see who these people were and what their connection was to the Princess's Mansion.

Shi Er was counting the accounts at the moment. As soon as Li Lingye walked in, he knew someone was coming.

Sorry, sir, our restaurant is closed. You can come back tomorrow.

"It's okay, I'm not here to eat. I'm Mo Rao's husband, and I'm here to take her home." Li Lingye said slowly.

Only then did Twelve raise his head and look at the person in front of him. He had also heard that the boss had recruited a live-in husband named Li Lingye. This was the first time he had seen this man.

But this person's eyebrows and eyes seemed somewhat familiar, but I didn't know where I had seen him before, so I couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Li Lingye was also looking at the person in front of him. If his guess was correct, the person in front of him should be Shiqin's brother. The brother and sister looked like people with martial arts skills. However, the person in front of him was smiling, which was completely different from Shiqin's sharp eyes.

If he hadn't received the news in advance, he wouldn't have seen anything special about this person. He was just an ordinary person.

This person must be very good at hiding things. If he wants to get the information he wants, it seems he will have to put in some effort.

Shi Er simply looked at it for a moment, then shouted into the loudspeaker, "Boss, Master Li is here to take you home."

Li Lingye looked at Shi Er with some confusion. His eyes seemed to say, this guy has a problem with his brain! Why is he talking into the loudspeaker? The confusion lasted only a moment. After a while, he heard a voice coming from the other end of the loudspeaker. "Got it, let him wait."

This moment made him amazed. This thing could actually transmit messages through the air. Although the sound was not that loud, it was still clear enough for him to hear. This made him want to find out more.

So he imitated Twelve and shouted into the speaker: "Crazy woman, can you hear me?"

Mo Rao was so angry when she heard this that she almost exploded.

So she shouted into the loudspeaker: "Where did the mad dog come from? Go somewhere else if you want to bark."

After saying that, he angrily packed up his things and walked out of the basement.

When he came out, Mo Ran glanced at Li Lingye out of the corner of his eye.

Li Lingye, who was being stared at, touched his nose awkwardly. Could he say that he was just curious about that thing?

Mo Rao said to Twelve, "Find someone you trust to keep an eye on the fireplace in the basement at night. Don't let it go out."

"Okay, boss." Twelve then began to pack up the account books and deliver the day's sales to the warehouse. He and Mo Rao were the only two people who had the key to the warehouse.

Li Lingye saw that this man was very respectful to Mo Rao, which made him begin to doubt Mo Rao's identity.

Although the people below repeatedly stated that this crazy woman was a native of Mojia Village and there was no problem with her identity, the fact that there was no problem was a big problem.

A village girl, she had no famous teacher and had never left the village.

Such a woman actually has such amazing skills, even though she has a grandfather who used to be a bandit.

But Mr. Mo. He had also done some research and it was absolutely impossible for this man to raise a granddaughter with such amazing skills.