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1110 Old Taoist, are you homesick?(2/2)

The old man leaned back on his seat and said, "Among the students assigned to us, one named Xu Ning is very thoughtful. He thinks that if you want to make a tungsten alloy, you must first have tungsten metal."

"But, based on what we know now, there are a lot of tungsten ores in our country, but not many of them can be separated and extracted."

"Moreover, these tungsten metals are very rough. If they are to be used to make alloys, they must be purified. Tungsten is very difficult to make, and what is usually produced is powder."

"So, if you want to experiment and find the correct tungsten alloy steel formula ratio, you must have a sufficient amount of tungsten powder for testing."

Yang Xiaotao listened while driving, "This is a good idea. If you want to complete the task, you must start from the source and extract the tungsten powder. I have found the right way."

The veteran nodded, "Right now, everyone is studying how to produce tungsten powder. There are already several research directions, right."

Having said this, the old Taoist suddenly looked at Yang Xiaotao and said, "There is something you need to help me with."

"What's the matter? Tell me."

"This smelting of tungsten requires a good boiler, so you have to help."

Yang Xiaotao frowned, "Where can I get it for you? Can you think of the one I have at home?"

The old man sneered and said, "Are you kidding me? The pot at your house probably burned through and the tungsten inside didn't even melt."

Yang Xiaotao turned his head after hearing this, "What do you mean?"

"Do you think that tungsten metal is easy to melt? Let me tell you, this thing has a higher melting point than steel. If you want to find a stove, you probably have to steal Taishang Laojun's Bagua stove, and then use the Samadhi True Fire

That’s all.”

It was Yang Xiaotao's turn to be surprised.

"Who said that? This tungsten is so difficult to melt?"

"Of course, what they read in the book said that if the melting point is too high, it won't necessarily melt if placed in a volcano, but it sounds very reasonable."

"In other words, we can't smelt it now."

"Yes! That's wrong too!"

The old man touched his beard and pretended to be mysterious, and Yang Xiaotao wanted to cut him with scissors.

"Just tell me what's right or wrong."

Yang Xiaotao said impatiently, there have been a lot of things lately, and he really can't help with this scapegoat.

The old Taoist was stroking his beard, looking enigmatic.

Yang Xiaotao glanced at it and immediately understood that the old Taoist priest was playing tricks again, "How do you want me to help? Tell me quickly."

"Actually, it's not what I want to do, but they have some ideas."

"Don't show off."

"They felt that there must be other components in these tungsten ores, so they were thinking about what chemical reagents to use to extract..."

Now Yang Xiaotao understood that relationships require the use of chemical reagents.

Although most of the chemistry knowledge he learned in his previous life was given back to his chemistry teacher, some interesting things were still clearly remembered as short stories.

The most impressive thing is that during World War II, a very powerful chemist used aqua regia to melt the Nobel medal, and it was not confiscated.

When Yang Xiaotao first heard about this, he specifically checked the information about Aqua Regia.

Therefore, I very much agree with the method of experiment using chemical reagents proposed by these people.

"I'll call the chemical factory later and you can take them to study."

"But please be safe."

Yang Xiaotao once again asked about safety issues. If a chemical reagent that can even dissolve gold comes into contact with someone...

The old man nodded.

"By the way, what does this have to do with pot?"

Yang Xiaotao spoke again, but still didn't understand what the old man meant.

"It doesn't matter. Do you think ordinary pots can hold these powerful chemicals? Ordinary pots can withstand such high temperatures."

"Well, you're right."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, gold can be dissolved, and ordinary metal pots are really difficult to make.

"Then what do you want to do? You can't start another project and build a new pot that can be used."

The old Taoist said, "Infinite Heavenly Lord."

"This old man has an idea."

"What do you think?"

"I remember when I practiced alchemy with my master Danyangzi and Guanzhong..."

"Talk about the key points."

Yang Xiaotao drove the car to the machinery factory and was about to get out of the car.

The old Taoist shook his head, very dissatisfied with Yang Xiaotao's disrespectful behavior.

If it weren't for this guy's good cooking skills, the veteran wouldn't bother to care.

"The stove used by my master Dan Yangzi is not made of steel or iron, but made of a kind of earth."

The old Taoist said calmly, and when Yang Xiaotao heard it, a word suddenly popped into his mind.

'crucible!'

"So I think I can use this soil to make a pot, but it doesn't work. I still hide my master's stove in the temple. I just don't know if it is still there after all these years of war..."

The old Taoist sighed with emotion on the side, and kept stroking his beard as if reminiscing.

Yang Xiaotao, on the other hand, thought about the crucible and recalled how to make it.

But the limited knowledge reserve obviously exceeded his cognition. He only remembered that the raw materials of the crucible were different, and the products made were also different. It was not just a matter of finding some clay and burning it. That would be no different from bricks and tiles.

However, after hearing Lao Dao's last words, Yang Xiaotao suddenly laughed.

The old man who was reminiscing suddenly saw Yang Xiaotao smiling maliciously at him. He immediately leaned back, stretched out his hand to hold his chest, and subconsciously distanced himself.

But at this moment, Yang Xiaotao's voice was heard.

"Old Taoist, are you homesick?"

Shocked, stunned, and then confused.

He hasn't been back for a long time.

Because in his impression, that place already existed in his memory.

No one knows whether there are any left.
Chapter completed!
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