Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

Chu Ze looked at him with disgust again.

"This is just a model. We still have to think about how to make it." If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have paper and pen at hand, he would have used drawing at this time.

Zhu Ping let out a long "Oh" and asked again: "Then what are you going to do?"

Chu Ze glanced at the model in his hand.

He spins quickly.

Although the workmanship is not very good, the general appearance is not bad.

He glanced at the circle that already had the shape of a wheel, and said to Zhu Xi, "Make a bicycle."

"What car?" Zhu Xi picked his ears.

He had heard of horse-drawn carriages, donkey-carts, and mule-carts, but he had never heard of bicycles.

He suspected that he had heard wrongly.

Or maybe Chu Ze said it wrong.

Chuze repeated again: "Bicycle."

Oh, he heard it right, Chu Ze didn’t say it either.

What people are talking about is bicycles.

But what is a bicycle?

"Is this car... used for eating? Or is it something unique to your era?" It is so small that it can only be placed somewhere for people to watch.

Just like the vases in their house.

Chu Ze's men kept moving and continued: "Bicycles cannot be eaten, they are a means of transportation."

Having said this, Chu Ze stopped and thought about it carefully.

Then he looked at Zhu Xi seriously: "If you say it's a toy, you're right."

As the number of means of transportation increases, the uses of bicycles are also reflected in other aspects.

For example, fitness.

"But now, it's good to be a means of transportation." Bicycles don't have to choose the road. They can go on asphalt roads, cement roads, cobblestone roads, and gravel roads. They can even go on rural fields as long as the wheels can be accommodated. Geng can also walk. As long as Lan Ruoyan wants, she can ride her bicycle and go wherever she wants to go.

Chu Ze thought about it and thought it was pretty good.

But how to do it stumped Chu Ze.

It wasn't the frame that troubled him, but the tires.

In his memory, the earliest bicycles had no tires.

There were only two large round wheels made of wood.

When you ride it, the feeling will naturally not be that good.

Later, rubber tires gradually appeared.

The problem lies in this rubber tire.

There are two types of rubber.

One is natural rubber, which is extracted from plants such as rubber trees and rubber grass. The second is synthetic rubber, which is a polymer polymerized from petroleum and natural gas as raw materials and diolefins and olefins as monomers.

Plants such as rubber trees were still living in South America at this time.

It would take until the early 20th century to enter China.

As for synthetic rubber, they only have petroleum now.

And he couldn't figure out those aggregation systems.

What should I do?

Chu Ze was worried.

But before worrying, he had to build the bike first.

Lan Ruoyan played for a day and was still alive and kicking when she returned to her residence.

Like countless clockworks.

Chu Ze put aside his worries and played wildly with Lan Ruoyan for two days. He then found an excuse and entrusted Lan Ruoyan to Zhu Ping to take care of her. He then rushed into the factory and started making bicycles.

For things like wheels and axles, Chu Ze used the simplest preparation.

The frame was made of iron, the chain was made, and the most primitive gear was used to drive the rear wheel to rotate.

Just making the skeleton is easy.

According to Chu Ze's wishes, the workers made the frame in just a few days.

Chu Ze assembled them one by one.

Assembly complete, he got stuck on the tire again.

At this time, Chu Ze was sitting behind a small table, staring intently at the bicycle rack opposite.

No need to think about rubber.

He couldn't get it out.

At least it can't be done yet. He had to find another way.

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly thought of a legend about the origin of bicycle tires.

It is said that there was a bicycle race in England at that time.

At that time, bicycles did not have tires.

If a contestant wants to win the competition, he racks his brains to think of ways.

After much deliberation, he focused on the plastic pipe used for watering in the backyard.

He had an idea and cut out two sections according to the size of the wheel. After inflating them, he sealed them with glue and then tied them to the wheels.

The bicycle tied with plastic water pipes was much lighter than other bicycles, which successfully allowed him to win the championship.

Then, bicycle tires began to rise.

Like the former, plastic is also a material that he can't get at all now.

Chu Ze sighed quietly.

Could it be that his bicycle could only be run "barefoot"?

Chu Ze frowned, his face full of resistance.

But there were no rubber trees in Ming Dynasty.

It cannot be synthesized.

Plastic cannot be synthesized either.

When Chu Ze thought of this, he suddenly sat upright.

He murmured in a low voice: "Yes, we can't make synthetic plastics now, but aren't there still natural plastics?"

To be precise, it should be called natural resin.

As far as Zuse knows, there are two ways to obtain plastic.

One is an object that uses monomers as raw materials and then combines them through a series of chemical reactions.

The other method is to use resin as raw material and go through a series of processes such as casting or extrusion under a certain temperature and pressure to create items.

Resin is also divided into synthetic resin and natural resin.

Current conditions are limited and he cannot synthesize it, but he can use natural resin.

He remembered that among natural resins, rosin was relatively common.

And it's insoluble in water.

Wouldn't it be good to make it into tires?

Just do it, Chu Ze immediately got up and went all over Quanzhou to collect rosin.

Within a few days, Chu Ze found enough rosin.

After obtaining the rosin, he began to look for ways to make rosin into tires.

If you want to make plastic from natural tree fingers, you have to take advantage of temperature.

Since that day, Chu Ze has been soaking in the furnace room, constantly figuring out how to make tires.

In addition to necessary rest, he even ate and slept in there.

After such a long time, time slipped quietly to Lan Ruoyan's birthday.

Lan Ruoyan is a little listless these days.

She hadn't seen Chu Ze for several days.

She asked Zhu Ping, but Zhu Ping didn't tell her where Chu Ze had gone. He just said he had something to do and asked her to wait patiently.

When asked again, he just smiled and didn't answer.

Seeing that nothing could be found, Lan Ruoyan simply stopped asking.

until today.

Seeing his languid expression, Zhu Xiang asked with concern: "Why don't you eat? Is the food not to your liking? How about we have someone prepare it again?" When Zhu Xiang was about to call someone, Lan Ruoyan stopped him: "Forget it, these are all. fine."

He said it was good, but he didn't move his chopsticks.

Zhu Xi thought for a while and smiled secretly.

"Let's do this. You eat first. After you eat, how about we take you to a very interesting place?"

Lan Ruoyan still lacked interest.

She doesn't want to go anywhere now, she just wants to see Chu Ze.

Then, she heard Zhu Xi say: "Maybe you can meet the person you want to see there."

Isn't the person she wants to see brother Chu Ze? !

Lan Ruoyan's eyes lit up and she said in surprise: "Really?"

"Really, hurry up and eat. We'll go there after you finish." Zhu Xi moved the dishes in front of her and urged. (End of chapter)