Farming in the Magical World

"Master, master, shall we begin now?"

In the backyard, Jimmy excitedly asked Lanny questions, his face, which was gradually becoming fuller due to good nutrition, flushed with excitement in the torchlight.

In front of him lay the bellows that had been built over the past few days.

If the ink line was the first small thing he made at the castle, then this bellows is his most satisfying work to date.

Although the design was done by the master, he was still the one who made it, wasn't he?

He couldn't resist seeing how well this thing worked, after all, he had racked his brains over creating it these past few days.

The bellows is over a meter long, with a wooden handle on the front and a pipe extending from the side, the same size as the modified air vent of the nearby stove. Assembly will be very convenient; simply connect this pipe to the air vent.

Lanny also modified the furnace on the blacksmith's table next to it.

The furnace was surrounded by a thick layer of yellow mud, with only one opening in the front for operation, making it easy to put in the ironware to be processed. A space was reserved on the side for installing the bellows.

While Jimmy was building the bellows, Hammer reluctantly started playing with mud. However, this upgrade was too inconvenient to draw up with blueprints, so Lanny had to do it himself. As a result, the two of them were covered in dirt and grime these past two days. Tiffany couldn't help but complain to Lanny about his aristocratic manners.

Fortunately, after some small cracks appeared on the last layer of mud yesterday, the outer shell of mud finally withstood a day of baking in the oven and no new cracks appeared, so the renovation is basically complete.

Jimmy was already eager to install the bellows he had made himself and see how it worked. However, since it was his first experiment, he didn't want to steal the spotlight from Lord Lanny, so he could only patiently wait for Lord Lanny to speak.

He had a premonition that this thing, which Mr. Lanny called a bellows, would probably replace the organ and become the standard equipment in the blacksmith's shop in the future.

Therefore, he kept the blueprints given to him by the master very safe during this period, and did not let anyone see them, not even Iron Hammer.

This belongs to Lord Lanny. How could I possibly leak it? The Lord has been so good to me, not only paying me a salary but also providing me with meals.

If I were to betray my master, I would be utterly inhuman.

"Cough cough..."

Lanny wanted to say something, but after seeing the two people beside him looking at him with surprise, he immediately lost interest.

Without saying anything more, he waved his hand and started the hammer on fire.

Once the hammer had ignited the furnace and all the coal was burning, Lanny began to operate the bellows.

Puff... ...puff... ...puff... ...

As Lanny pushed and pulled, the stove made a whooshing sound, and the flames inside leaped up about half a foot high, their color becoming much brighter than the previous dark yellow.

"Ah..." Seeing the flames leaping up so high, Iron Hammer exclaimed in surprise, his mouth agape in astonishment.

He had never imagined that the stove could burn so brightly. No matter how hard he tried to press the organ, the flames in the stove were always a dull yellow, and he always thought that was normal.

Only then, when the blinding flames nearly blinded him, did he understand what the young master meant by the crimson flames.

"Would you like to try it?"

Lenny only felt it briefly before nodding and releasing the grip, then called out to Jimmy, who had been eagerly waiting beside him.

Overall, the bellows was acceptable. Although the piston and cylinder seals were made of chicken feathers instead of rubber, he had already considered this issue and deliberately made the size more than twice as large. He also ordered Jimmy to polish the inside of the cylinder to be smooth enough and coat it with animal fat, so it was not difficult to push.

On the contrary, because the seal is not good enough, the pushing and pulling feels loose and flimsy, meaning it doesn't feel strong.

However, given the sufficiently large cylinder, this airflow is adequate for this small stove.

Although he hadn't gone all out, the flames still shot up about half a foot high, so the effect must have been pretty good. In any case, it was more powerful than the bellows he had seen when he was a child.

However, there is room for improvement.

To put it simply, the reason it feels loose is because the internal seal is insufficient, resulting in insufficient cylinder pressure. Air escapes from the side of the piston, so you can't feel the resistance of air compression when pushing it.

The next step is to see if we can find a similar substitute for rubber!

I wonder what it would be like to use leather? Maybe I should try it tomorrow?

Lanny's thoughts were quickly interrupted by the noise from the bellows.

At this moment, the stove changed from a whooshing rhythm to a series of puffing sounds, only to find that Jimmy had been driven aside by Hammer and had taken over the job of pushing the bellows.

This guy mustered all his strength, swinging his arms like the wind, causing the huge bellows to sway from side to side, and the furnace fire mixed with red coal ash shot into the air.

Jimmy was frantic, jumping up and down, unable to hold him back. He could only yell and curse, "You idiot, Hammer! Slow down! Slow down! If you break it, I'll never forgive you!"

Iron Hammer wouldn't listen, ignoring Jimmy hanging on his arm. He grinned and strained as he pushed and pulled the bellows until he was covered in sweat and oil. Only then did he stop and grin foolishly.

"Feels good... Hehe, that's awesome!"

In Iron Hammer's opinion, this is the kind of bellows a blacksmith should use. It's powerful enough that the flames could probably shoot up more than a foot high.

What kind of gadgets did he use before? He still finds them disgusting when he thinks about them now.

Not only is the airflow weak, but it also always feels like it's not working properly, leaving me frustrated.

Jimmy released the sledgehammer, which was covered in sweat, and nervously leaned over the bellows to examine and caress it carefully, as if he were appreciating a stunningly beautiful woman. Coupled with his rather thin physique, he even gave off a slightly lewd feeling.

Lanny shivered and quickly stopped his wild thoughts.

"Alright, alright, don't disturb people's rest so late. It's too late tonight, let's call it a day."

Lanny looked up at the sky and realized it was getting late. He scolded the two of them, then ignored them and turned to go back to his room.

If he didn't go back soon, Tiffany would be asleep, and he didn't want to wake her up.

"Master, Master, you haven't named this thing yet!" Jimmy panicked when he saw his master about to leave. This was his most prized creation so far, how could it not have a name?

"We'll talk about it tomorrow," Lanny waved his hand, and without turning around, walked straight into the castle.

Seeing Lenny's slightly hurried steps, Jimmy was at a loss, while Hammer, watching his anxious appearance from the side, laughed and mocked him.

"What are you laughing at? Hurry up and clean up! Don't you want to go home? If you don't go back soon, your wife might cheat on you!"

Jimmy was furious when he saw Hammer's silly grin. How did this idiot live to be so old and even get married? It was both enviable and infuriating.

He thought he was a young man, quite clever, and at least better looking than Tiechui, so why couldn't he get a wife?

But before, I could barely afford to eat, so even if a woman were willing to marry me, I probably wouldn't be able to support her... Sigh!

However, thinking of Mr. Lanny's generosity, he felt full of energy and his movements as he packed things up became even faster.

"I'm warning you, Wood, if you joke about my wife again, I'll beat you up!" Hammer was very unhappy with Jimmy joking about his wife, and raised his fist to Jimmy's face.

Upon discovering that Jimmy was busy cleaning up the mess and ignoring him, he realized that his threat had worked. After raising his head in a show of defiance once more, he finally began to help tidy up.

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The next morning

The three of them went to the backyard again.

Iron Hammer lit the furnace early, set out his tools, and threw the broken longsword, hilt and all, into the fire.

Jimmy also temporarily halted the manufacturing plan and stood by to help operate the bellows.

Lanny, on the other hand, was relatively relaxed, standing to the side with his arms crossed, waiting for the final result.

Puff... ...puff... ...puff... ...

As Jimmy moved, the fire in the furnace burned brighter and brighter. Through the feed inlet on the front of the furnace, one could see that the broken sword inside was slowly changing color, from silver-white to reddish-black, and then slowly turning into dark red.

"Hammer, wait a bit, don't rush." ​​Seeing Hammer already habitually extending his pliers, Lanny raised his hand to stop him, and then said to Jimmy, "Jimmy, faster..." He felt the temperature could be even higher.

Hearing Lanny's urging, Jimmy gritted his teeth and endured the soreness in his arms, speeding up his movements again.

He didn't expect that what felt easy during yesterday's test would leave his arm feeling like it was about to break after operating it for a while today.

As the broken sword grew redder and brighter, Iron Hammer's eyes widened even more.

Good heavens, what did he see? Such a bright red color, he had never seen anything like it in his blacksmithing career. He felt his hands were already itching to get to work, wanting to take it out immediately and put it on the anvil to strike it hard. He wondered what it would be like to strike such a block of iron.

"Iron Hammer, just bear with it a little longer, let me see where its limits are?"

Lanny had some unrealistic fantasies. Now that he had upgraded the bellows and made a temperature-controlled and heat-insulating outer shell out of clay, was it possible to melt the iron sword directly with this furnace?

If the temperature is high enough to melt iron, many things will become much easier. Mold casting and lost-wax casting can be implemented, and we can also make some iron gears. Wow, how about a foot-operated blower? Or a hand-operated wood saw lathe?

And just like that, the sparks of industrialization were ignited!

However, as it turned out, Lanny was overthinking it. After the longsword in the furnace turned orange-red, it remained firmly inside without showing any signs of melting.

Hey!

He sighed and waved at the hammer.

With Lanny's permission, Hammer could no longer resist. He excitedly grabbed the red-hot longsword from the furnace and began to strike it on the anvil. The sound was continuous, like rain pattering on banana leaves.

Jimmy tossed aside the bellows handle, rubbed his arm, and moved closer to Lanny. "Master, you seem a little unhappy. But it's finished, isn't it?"

Lenny glanced at Jimmy, but shook his head without saying a word. He didn't think the guy could understand his disappointment.

Jimmy, being quite sensible, didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he voiced his expectation, "Master, what should we name this thing?" He pointed to the bellows beside the stove.

Lanny didn't bother with the name and settled on it immediately.

"Fine, let's just call it bellows!"