Farming in the Magical World

That night, Tiffany cried for a very long time, her tears falling like raindrops, heartbroken and devastated.

But after venting, he felt better and even admitted, somewhat embarrassed, that he was a little hungry.

Lanny was overjoyed to hear this and immediately asked Candy to get some food and bring it to the bedroom.

Seeing Tiffany wolfing down her food, Lenny finally realized that she was indeed feeling much better, otherwise she wouldn't be eating so heartily.

The next morning, Lanny arrived at the study early as usual.

This morning, Tiffany looked much better. She even got out of bed when he left the bedroom, which was unusual for her, and sent away the little maid Candy to help him dress and wash himself.

This finally put Lanny's mind at ease, and Lanny was in a good mood when she came to the study.

Just as he was about to continue meditating and contemplating magic, he noticed the little maid push open the study door and tiptoe in. She was carrying cleaning supplies, but her eyes were constantly peeking at him.

Lanny slapped his forehead, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Beautiful lady, don't you look at the time? Is this the time to clean the study?

It's true that Candy usually cleans his study, but it's not even dawn yet. Is she cleaning the room or disturbing his meditation?

When he was washing up in the morning, he noticed that she was looking at him as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. Now, seeing her like this, Lanny guessed that she must have something to say.

Needless to say, just by looking at her, you can tell that this little girl is probably still thinking about the glass slipper from last night's story.

With a helpless sigh, Lanny walked to the rug in the middle of the study, sat down, closed his eyes, and said helplessly, "Alright, alright, I'll see if I can make it and show it to you in a while. Now, please don't disturb my meditation, okay?"

Having gotten the answer she wanted, the little maid stuck out her tongue and, not daring to disturb Lanny any longer, tiptoed out of the study and disappeared in a flash.

He said he would show her the glass slipper in a few days. This wasn't just something Lanny said casually; he really planned to make a pair of glass slippers for Tiffany to see after he made the glass.

Firstly, with the Cinderella story as a backdrop, and the glass slipper as a precious gem, doesn't the glass slipper instantly become more elegant?

There's a saying that goes something like this: Mom left home, Dad doesn't love her anymore, she has a new mom and a new brother, so besides me, who else will care for her?

Ha ha... ...

Although it was just a joke, judging from the current situation, Tiffany really has nothing to rely on. Apart from her husband, she doesn't even know where her mother is, which is truly heartbreaking.

With these random thoughts swirling in his mind, he gradually entered a meditative state of complete absorption, a state of forgetting himself and the world around him...

As time slowly passed, Lanny, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes and sighed.

Sigh, still no results today, another day of being a "blank shot" (meaning doing nothing).

Looking at the already bright sky, he stood up from the ground, walked behind his desk, and prepared to begin his day's work.

Although his magical meditation yielded no results, life had to go on. The castle was still in dire poverty, so he couldn't let his guard down.

Now, he can control his state well and quickly enter the state of emptying his mind that Tim mentioned, but he still can't feel the magical elements. He vaguely feels that his predecessor, or rather himself, may have really terrible magical talent.

However, he didn't give up. As long as he treated it as a way to adjust his thoughts and relax, it was not bad. He could just treat it as a yoga session, so what?

Holding the quill pen, he recalled the recent events at the castle and began to organize his thoughts.

Cody has already taken care of the glass research and development, so I don't need to worry about it myself.

The research on papermaking was also handed over, and he didn't need to participate in it himself.

As for the one-way wheels, they were finished yesterday. The next step is to wait for them to be made according to the blueprints. Then I can just hand them over to Cody to make them. I don't need to worry about it myself.

Hmm, thinking about it this way, it seems there aren't many things that require his personal involvement for the time being, and he suddenly felt a bit idle.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a new sheet of paper, intending to write something.

Having experienced yesterday, he felt that writing down the stories he could still remember seemed like a good idea.

If papermaking succeeds someday, I'll make a printing plate, print them out, and sell them throughout the kingdom, making these stories known to every household.

On the one hand, this is actually a good business opportunity; on the other hand, it will alleviate the loneliness that has always existed in his heart since he transmigrated.

"Knock knock knock..."

A knock on the door interrupted Lanny's thoughts. He looked up from the manuscript of "Little Red Riding Hood" and found that it was Cody, who had been waiting for him for a long time yesterday, who had come in.

Could it be that the things prepared are ready? Lanny thought to himself as he looked at Cody.

Sure enough, Cody came in and said that everything Lanny had asked him to prepare yesterday was ready, and everything was in place. Even the stove was preheated, and they were just waiting for Lanny to give instructions on the next steps.

Lenny was very pleased to hear that Cody was so considerate, having arranged all the conditions before calling him.

I suddenly remembered that I hadn't told him what I promised him yesterday. Since he's here, I thought I might as well take this opportunity to tell him.

"Cody, I promised you 10 silver coins as a reward if you got the blower working, right? That money will be given to you with your monthly salary this month. Keep up the good work!"

Cody was overjoyed when he heard Lanny's words. Although he knew that the blower's mission was more of a test of his abilities by the master, he was still very excited to receive a salary of 10 silver coins.

Although, in terms of purchasing power, these silver coins are only worth a few thousand dollars.

But don't forget, they are currently in Caster Ridge, a small rural town where most people probably can't even earn a few dozen copper coins a month. And the castle provides meals, which is already quite good.

If you must make an analogy, you can imagine a small border village in another world. These places all have a common name—"old, young, remote, and poor".

If a place like this could offer you a job, not only with room and board included, but also a salary of six or seven thousand, many people would probably be grinning from ear to ear.

The same was true at Castel Ridge, where Cody could hardly hide the smile on his face.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir. I will continue to work hard!" Cody bowed again with a big smile on his face.

"Alright, let's go take a look," Lanny waved his hand and led the way out of the study.

"Good morning, sir..."

"Greetings, sir..."

When the two arrived at Workshop No. 2, Jimmy and his apprentice Iron Hammer were already waiting in the workshop. When they saw Lanny coming over, they turned around and greeted him.

Without saying a word, Lanny nodded and walked directly to the fireplace.

At this moment, the crucible that had been prepared in advance was already placed in the furnace, and the fire was burning brightly. The prepared items were placed next to it, just waiting for him to arrive so that the experiment could begin.

“Let’s begin!” Lanny nodded in satisfaction.

Cody immediately stepped forward, poured the prepared sand into the crucible, and then placed the crucible into the furnace.

"Ok?"

Just as Hammer was about to add the coal dust, Lanny reached out and stopped him.

"Let's try it without adding coal powder first!" Lanny stroked his chin, wanting to see if he could melt the sand directly.

Iron Hammer nodded, put down the coal dust in his hand, sat on the "bicycle" next to him, and pedaled hard.

It has to be said that Hammer has great stamina. With his brute force, the blower quickly reached a high speed, and the whole blower vibrated. Cody, who was watching from the side, looked worried and was afraid that Hammer might accidentally crush the big machine that he had worked so hard to build.

Amidst everyone's worried gazes, the blower actually withstood the test, shaking violently but thankfully not falling apart.

"Haha, Iron Head, are you done for? How about I take your turn?"

As the stomping continued, even with Iron Hammer's stamina, his strength inevitably decreased. Jimmy, who was standing next to him, naturally wouldn't miss the rare opportunity to mock him and started to ridicule him.

"Pah! With your chick-like body, you'll only delay the master's important business. Get lost!"

Hearing Jimmy's mockery, Hammer glared at him fiercely, gritted his teeth, and accelerated again, turning the wooden blower into a whirlwind.

Lanny naturally didn't interfere with the bickering between the two, and just watched with a smile.

As time passed, the temperature in the furnace rose higher and higher, and Lanny's smile gradually disappeared as he stared intently at the crucible in the furnace.

Seeing that Lanny had become serious, the two who had been bickering also sensed the seriousness of the atmosphere and shut their mouths.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the crucible in the raging flames did not undergo any visible changes, but the sand inside gradually became different, its color becoming lighter and lighter, turning somewhat grayish-white.

"Master, Master, the color seems to have faded!" Jimmy noticed the change and immediately exclaimed.

Lanny didn't speak, but nodded, his spirits lifted, thinking that perhaps it could be melted without coal powder.

However, the sand then remained unchanged, as if it had reached its limit.

He estimated that about half an hour had passed, and Sha Zi was still in the same state, while Tie Chui was panting heavily.

Looking at the slickering iron hammer, Lanny felt a pang of reluctance but also a sense of pity. He decided to add coal dust and try again, so he waved to Zack, "Go and relieve your master, he's almost done!" After thinking for a moment, he added, "Add the coal dust!"

Upon hearing this, Iron Hammer hurriedly shouted, "Master, huff! huff! huff! I'm not... I'm alright, I can hold on for a while longer!"

Zach, who was about to step forward, stopped and looked at Lenny with some difficulty.

I have to listen to the master's words, and I also have to listen to the master's words. What should I do?

Lenny glared at him, somewhat annoyed. "This is an experiment, not a fight. Get down!"

Seeing Lanny frown, Iron Hammer didn't dare to argue. He could only say "Oh" and wave to his apprentice.

Zack, who was in a dilemma, breathed a sigh of relief when his master relented. He quickly poured the coal powder into the stove and then ran over to wait beside his master.

Hammer first raised his feet high off the footrests before leaping down. However, perhaps due to exhaustion, he stumbled upon landing. Fortunately, Zack was there to catch him, preventing him from falling.

Iron Hammer, however, was unmoved. He glared at Iron Hammer with his bull-like eyes and roared, "Don't worry about me! What are you all standing there for? Go up there!"

Despite his young age, Zack was incredibly agile. He leaped up in a flash, spun around twice on the footrests, and then immediately stepped onto the pedals.

Even so, Cody still frowned as he watched from the side. He now understood the necessity of the movable wheel that the master had mentioned. He thought to himself that he must ask the master in detail how the movable wheel was made when he had time. It was too troublesome to change people every time.

After adding coal powder, there was indeed a difference; the flame was noticeably brighter, but there was more dust. Soon, the ground was covered with coal ash, which covered several people.

Fortunately, everyone was used to working in the workshop, so no one minded. Only Lanny was a little uncomfortable for a moment, covering her mouth and nose. When she saw that no one reacted, she put her hands down a little embarrassedly.

"Ah, sir, that sand, that sand, it's melting like ice!" This time, it was Jimmy again who first noticed the change in the crucible. He had never imagined that the sand would actually melt, and he was so frightened that he stammered.

When the group looked closely, they found that the crucible was indeed gradually changing, and there seemed to be faint signs of melting at the bottom.

Although no one knows what the master is planning to do, they were all shocked to see that the sand could actually melt.

"Bring me the blowpipe!" Lanny reached behind him, and Cody snapped out of his shock, handing over the hollow iron pipe he had already been holding.

It's more accurate to describe it as a rolled-up sheet of iron than an iron pipe. It's said that it took a lot of effort to make this thing. He first hammered a uniformly thick iron rod, and then wrapped it with a sheet of iron to form this iron pipe.

It looks very rough because the seams weren't treated very well, and the seal isn't very good either; it's only usable.

Lanny, however, paid no attention to any of that and took the blowpipe and started stirring in the crucible.

As he stirred, more of the mixture seemed to melt, which improved his mood considerably. The people around him watched Lanny's actions with a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

Seeing that Lenny seemed a little impatient, Hammer quickly called Zach down, took over from Zach, and climbed back onto the blower.

Despite the hammer's full power, the melting portion did not continue to increase as everyone expected; instead, it stopped changing and came to a halt.

"Is the temperature not high enough?" Lanny frowned as he looked at the half-finished product in the crucible, his mind racing, wondering if he had overlooked something.