Zhao Zhikuan searched the manual but could not find a sketch of the steam engine. He had no choice but to use the steam turbine he was familiar with, because the Lancashire single heat tube boiler provided in the manual was not a high-pressure boiler and could only provide three to four atmospheres. Naturally, Zhao Zhikuan

The steam turbine we built was not a perfect product, but an emergency item made of wood and clay pots.

Zhao Fuxiang didn't understand design. He took Zhao Zhikuan's sketch and looked at it pretendingly, and then asked: "Dad, is this the sketch you designed?"

After seeing Zhao Zhikuan nodding, Zhao Fuxiang continued to ask: "Dad, although I don't understand the steam turbine of your power plant, I do know a bit about the gas turbine of the ship. The blades of the combustion zone turbine are all made of single crystal materials. How can you do this?"

Is it right?"

Hearing his son questioning himself, Zhao Zhikuan smiled and scolded: "What do you know, kid? The blades of marine gas turbines are just ordinary nickel alloys. You are talking about the turbines used in aircraft. They are made of single crystal material to ensure weight control, which is both strong and durable."

!Marine gas turbines are hundreds of tons, and they still weigh a little less. Naturally, whatever materials are durable can be used!"

Zhao Fuxiang only knew a little about this kind of power machine. All his knowledge came from online science programs, but he really did not believe that he could produce nickel alloys to use as blades in the Ming Dynasty.

"Dad, even if you can make this steam turbine with no weight limit, where can we get nickel alloy? How about we reduce the difficulty to make a steam engine? I heard that the most primitive steam engine cylinders were made of wrought iron. It should be possible in the Ming Dynasty

come out!"

Zhao Zhikuan still wanted to design and perfect his own sketch. He was very angry when Zhao Fuxiang interrupted him and cursed: "Do you know about steam engines? Do you think boiling water is a steam engine? That's just a boiler. A steam engine is a machine that converts thermal energy into mechanical energy.

It’s not a boiler that only boils water!”

Zhao Fuxiang was dumbfounded at this time. He had always thought that the steam engine was a power machine, boiling water and outputting power at the same time. He never thought that the boiler and the steam engine were two different things. However, this is not his fault. The practical steam engines of later generations all integrated the boiler into the

Together, it gives the uninitiated the illusion that a boiler is a steam engine.

After being scolded by his father, Zhao Fuxiang did not dare to say anything, but he was still worried about this steam turbine. He asked: "Dad, what material do you want to use for this blade? Wrought iron?"

Pig iron is too brittle and wrought iron is too soft. Of course, the best material is steel, but they haven't even refined pig iron, and steel is out of the question.

Zhao Zhikuan said while drawing a sketch: "The blades can be made of wood, but the main shaft needs to be made of wrought iron!"

After Zhao Zhikuan finished speaking, he found two sketches from the table, handed them to Zhao Fuxiang and said: "Go find a blacksmith and make a spindle like this. This has been simplified by me. A blacksmith of this era should be able to make it!"

Zhao Fuxiang looked at the sketches. On one of them was an iron rod six meters long and as thick as a sea bowl. This thing didn't look difficult, but the flanges that fixed the blades were more difficult to make. I wonder if a blacksmith could do it.

Come out. The other picture shows two sections of copper pipes three meters long and twenty centimeters in diameter. In addition to these, there are two semicircular cauldrons.

Zhao Fuxiang didn't understand what it was and asked, "Dad, what is this pipe? Does it have to be a copper pipe?"

Copper in the Ming Dynasty was not cheap. This copper pipe was probably worth more than the six-meter-long iron rod.

"The copper tube is the fire tube that transfers heat in the boiler, and the cauldron is the main body of the boiler!"

Zhao Fuxiang sighed, thinking that this was a bit difficult, and he wondered if the blacksmiths in Qiongzhou Prefecture could do it.

Just as Zhao Fuxiang was about to leave with the sketch, Zhao Zhikuan said: "By the way, there is no activated carbon, but there is diatomaceous earth in the brick kiln, which can replace activated carbon!"

Diatomaceous earth is a better filter material than activated carbon. Zhao Fuxiang was delighted when he heard it: "Dad, you are so awesome, how come you have produced pure diatomaceous earth!"

Diatomaceous earth is abundant on Haidian Island, but it contains too many impurities and cannot be used as a filter material. It needs to be processed before it can be used. Zhao Fuxiang did not expect that his father quietly made diatomaceous earth, and now the filter pool

The problem is solved.

Zhao Zhikuan smiled bitterly and said: "What's so great? There was no raw material for making bricks at that time. The diatom rocks used. In the first furnace, hundreds of bricks were turned into bricks because of poor control of the fire. The diatom rocks inside were calcined at high temperatures and disappeared.

The impurities are poured into qualified diatomite. You can go to the brick kiln and grind those waste bricks into powder, and you will have the best diatomaceous earth!"

Zhao Fuxiang originally thought that he was a specially made diatomaceous earth, but he never thought that it was the product of failed brick-making. Zhao Fuxiang knew that 60% of the diatomaceous earth powder was added to the bricks, but there was also 40% of coal ash and

Clay, I just don’t know if these things can filter the brown sugar solution. Now I have no choice but to use this thing to test it. If it doesn’t work, use charcoal. Slow it down!

Zhao Fuxiang went to the brick kiln and looked at the pile of waste bricks given to him. Zhao Fuxiang looked at the pile of strange-shaped bricks and smiled bitterly. Is this diatomaceous earth?

Because of the addition of diatom rock, these bricks were not red, but somewhat off-white. Zhao Fuxiang picked up a whole brick and weighed it. It was obviously heavier than later red bricks and denser in texture than red bricks. Could this be used as silicon?

Algae?

Zhao Fuxiang knelt down and looked at the powder on the ground. It was true that the powder on these bricks was very fine, which was very different from ordinary bricks.

Zhao Fuxiang saw the door and asked the workers looking at the brick kiln: "How many waste bricks are there?"

"When I go back to my employer, there will be more than five hundred yuan in total, and they are all piled up here!"

Zhao Fuxiang looked at the pile of broken bricks and thought that it would take a lot of manpower to transport this thing to Xinbu Island. Let's wait until the refugees arrive tomorrow.

Zhao Fuxiang put down the bricks in his hands and returned home. He had a reunion dinner with his family in the evening. Naturally, he couldn't escape the public food that his wife Sun Jing asked for. However, this time Zhao Fuxiang learned his lesson and saved his energy last night. Finally, he did not let his wife down.

despise.

Early the next morning, Zheng Song, who was transporting the refugees, arrived. Zheng Song saw Zhao Fuxiang going out to greet him and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhao, all thirty refugees have been delivered!"

Zhao Fuxiang looked at these thirty refugees. Although they still looked a little depressed, they were no longer as numb as before. At least their faces were somewhat rosy. It seemed that Zheng Song had given them a good meal yesterday.

"Zheng Song, you have invested a lot in this!"

Just as Zhao Fuxiang expected, Zheng Song gave these refugees a full meal last night and washed them at the same time to avoid dissatisfying his employer today. Zhao Fuxiang hired thirty people at a time, which was a big deal, Zheng Song

I don't want this business to fail.

"Mr. Zhao, you are our big customer, so naturally you want to satisfy Mr. Zhao!"

Although these refugees were rinsed, they still smelled. Zhao Fuxiang covered his nose and took a closer look. These refugees were all between thirty and forty years old, in their prime.

Zhao Fuxiang turned to look at Fan Jian who was coming with him. Fan Jian hurriedly came over and replied: "Sir, I've been following you all this time. There's nothing wrong with these people!"

Zhao Fuxiang nodded and said to Zheng Song: "Yes, I'm very satisfied!" After saying that, he asked Fan Jian to pay the balance and at the same time took the deed of sale from Zheng Song's hand.

Zheng Song was very satisfied with the money. He whispered: "Mr. Zhao, the yard you want is ready. You can ask Fan Jian for the address. There is also a villain who has prepared a gift for Mr. Zhao. It is also in the yard. Please

Mr. Zhao is happy to accept it!"

Zhao Fuxiang's eyes lit up when he heard that there was a gift, and he smiled and said: "It's easy to talk about, but I will definitely bother you, Old Zheng, when I need someone in the future!"

After the money and goods were collected, Zheng Song left with satisfaction. Zhao Fuxiang kept the deed of betrayal and said to Fan Jian: "These people are under your management for the time being. Divide them into a team of ten and choose an obedient and sensible person.

Boss, take them to eat first!"

The physical condition of this group of refugees is extremely poor. Although Zheng Song gave them a full meal last night, those people only gave them some sweet potato porridge to save costs.

Zhao Fuxiang wanted these refugees to work, so he naturally had to ensure their physical strength. Under the leadership of Fan Jian, these people entered the canteen and sat down to eat.

The meal is very simple, rice porridge with pickles to prevent these guys from starving to death. The rice porridge is limited, only two bowls per person.

After these guys finished eating, Zhao Fuxiang gathered them together and began to lecture: "Hello everyone, I will be your boss from now on. You all know that the contract you signed is a death contract. In other words, if you make any mistakes, I will punish you with death.

I hope everyone will be obedient and work hard!"

After the beating, Zhao Fuxiang also wanted to give you some benefits. Zhao Fuxiang continued: "But I am very kind-hearted, sir. As long as you are willing to work hard, I may give you your freedom as soon as I am happy. Do you all understand?"

After Zhao Fuxiang finished speaking, there were a few responses from the crowd below. Seeing the reaction of these guys, Fan Jian was so angry that he waved his whip and was about to beat these guys, but Zhao Fuxiang waved his hand to stop Fan Jian and said: "We are not allowed to use corporal punishment in the future, but

If someone is disobedient and doesn’t work hard, there will be no food!”

The threat of not having food to eat is greater than a whip. These refugees do not want to live in the past, so they loudly said: "Don't worry, boss, we will work hard!"

Zhao Fuxiang nodded and asked Fan Jian to organize them to move supplies.

Because they were going to Xinbu Island to open up wasteland, they naturally had to bring a lot of things. In addition to tools such as saws and axes, they also needed to bring some grain and salt. Fortunately, the brown sugar was not shipped at this time, so these refugees lost more than half of their workload.

Zhao Fuxiang hired two ferries at the pier yesterday. Although the inland river ships of the Ming Dynasty were small in tonnage, they were flat-bottomed sand ships, so their transport capacity was quite large. It took the two ships a total of three times to transport the refugees and materials to Xinbu.

island.

It was already evening when we arrived at our destination. Xinbu Island was different from later generations. In the Ming Dynasty, this island was completely uninhabited. It was covered with various trees, mainly mangroves and coconut trees. Zhao Fuxiang looked at the empty island.

Xinbu Island, thinking how to sleep in this ghost place? So Zhao Fuxiang ordered the unlucky ghost Fan Jian to stay on the island, and let the refugees sleep on the beach on the first night. After the arrangement was completed, Zhao Fuxiang followed the ferry back to Haidian Island, hugging himself
Chapter completed!