ghost craftsman

Chapter 299 Sawdust Ash

She said: "To saw the whole stool, it will take about a catty of wood ash."

I... I... I really don't know what words to use to describe my mood. Isn't this just nonsense, a catty of sawdust?

Laymen may not understand the meaning of this, but as an insider, I am very responsible to tell you that because the wood dust is extremely light, which is close to the weight of cotton, it takes at least a whole day to fiddle with a catty of wood dust. In the case of sufficient wood, and according to the current situation, if you want to get a catty of wood ash from two long wooden stools, you must at least saw all the wood of these two long wooden stools into two-finger wide wood.

Of course, this is just my guess. As for whether I can make up a catty of sawdust, I am really not sure.

Seeing that I was sullen and did not speak, Joy said coldly, "Why? Can't it be done?"

I looked at her, instinctively wanting to say that I can't do it, but thinking of some of Joy's previous tricks, as a gentleman, I would not be willing to be left behind, so I gritted my teeth and said, "It can be done."

She didn't speak directly, but turned her head and looked outside, and then said: "Okay, before dawn, you must get out that catty of sawdust, otherwise, don't blame me for all your efforts."

When I heard it, I wanted to scold people. Isn’t this so embarrassing? It’s probably only half an hour before dawn, Ma De, let me get a catty of sawdust out in half an hour, don’t talk about me, even Some old carpenters can't help but have this ability.

This is also impossible. If you want to make a catty of wood ash, you must first have enough physical strength, and then you must also have some requirements for arm strength. The most important thing is that the current materials are only two long wooden benches. And the requirements of the technique are almost harsh.

I stared at Joy for a few times, but didn't say anything, mainly because I didn't know what to say. If I said I couldn't do it, wouldn't I just tell her in disguise that I'm not as good as her?

Made, fight.

My heart was ruthless, and I didn't care about that much, so I pulled it hard again.

This time, instead of following the previous method of pulling, I tilted the saw blade a little bit. In this way, there will definitely be more wood dust than before, but the frustrating thing is that pulling the saw in this way will become extremely strenuous, which is harmful to the strength of the arm. requirements have also increased.

However, considering the time constraints, I didn't think much about it and pulled it up abruptly.

After about ten minutes of dragging, a small pile of sawdust ash appeared on the ground. After a rough estimate, it looked like two taels.

This makes me anxious. At this speed, it is obviously impossible to get a catty of wood ash. More importantly, in the past ten minutes just now, the strength of my arm has reached its limit.

What?

I muttered something, stared at the long wooden bench in front of me for a while, and then looked at the sky outside. My heart moved, and it seemed that I could only cooperate with the engineer's language.

However, once the words of the engineer are used, the quality of the wood dust will be greatly reduced. To put it bluntly, the wood dust that is simply pulled out with a saw is a product of nature, and once the word of the engineer is used, it is artificially produced Sawdust, together with gongshiliyu, has a depressing effect on wood.

When I thought of this, I was a little unsure, so I looked at Qiao Yiyi and said in a deep voice, "Miss Qiao, can you speak the language of a master?"

She glanced at me and said softly, "As you please!"

I was taken aback, what did she mean, did she agree or not?
I originally wanted to continue asking, but when I saw her expression, I fell silent, and decided to try using Gongshili language.

(End of this chapter)