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Chapter 11 Village Business Start-up Plan

All the villagers, including Leicester, stared in astonishment at the machine that seemed to create something out of nothing, producing an endless supply of cotton thread.

So their initial idea was indeed correct; this was a magical altar!

Otherwise, how can we explain why this altar doesn't have any fancy mechanical structures, or even a place to put raw materials?

With just a lump of water, two trapdoors, and two hooks, a continuous supply of cotton thread was produced.

It really is a magic altar, right? It must be a magic altar, right? They were absolutely right!

The villagers, untouched by knowledge, were surprisingly accepting of this scene, while Alex, who was influenced by knowledge, was a different story.

Thorne had previously told her that he could create a machine that could produce an endless supply of cotton thread from nothing. What did she think at the time? To her surprise, she didn't have any doubts and calmly accepted the claim.

After all, alchemists always have some strange and wonderful magical tricks up their sleeves.

Just as she still doesn't understand how Thorne could turn 1 cubic meter of log into 4 cubic meters of planks without any damage, and without much difference in quality.

Although I don't know why Thorne, such an outlier in the alchemical academic circle that emphasizes equivalent exchange, wasn't burned at the stake and made into a human BBQ much earlier, why bother with all that?

If a machine is even capable of functioning, that's a blessing. But what if, after a thorough examination, this wretched machine suddenly breaks down and can never be reproduced again?

This kind of hair loss has happened before in the Mechanicus.

Alex, who accepted this reality in less than a second, began to continue her calculations. Now that Thorne had solved the problem of the cotton thread, it was time to solve the problem of the city gate ropes.

Previously, the Mechanical Church was commissioned by a large textile guild to create a machine that could replace human labor in making thick hemp ropes.

The contract was signed under the bombardment of gold coins from that chamber of commerce, in a very abstract way: buy machinery and get six months of engineer service included. And coincidentally, Alex was that lucky but unlucky engineer.

I say I'm lucky because life in the Chamber of Commerce was definitely much better than in the Mechanical Church. There were no strict rules and regulations, I could sleep in until I naturally woke up every day, eat so much delicious food that my mouth cramped, I didn't have to chant scriptures, and I didn't have to be manipulated by the Mechanical Bishop. I didn't have to kowtow to a bunch of gears and machines.

Moreover, the Chamber of Commerce generously provided her with a double-digit number of servants. During that period, the most tiring thing for her was chewing steak every day until her mouth was tired.

Unfortunately, during those six months, the leadership of the Mechanical Church underwent a major reshuffle. After returning to the Mechanical Church, he couldn't even find anyone to give him gifts, even if he carried two cow thighs. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been exiled here for selling a magical sheep that could change color.

During that time, Alex not only enjoyed herself in the merchant guild, but also learned some basic knowledge about ropes.

For example, a rope capable of pulling a city gate usually has a diameter of 5 to 8 centimeters.

Of course, since this time the rope is pulling our own city gate, we can raise it a little higher and go straight for a rope with a diameter of 10 centimeters.

The weaving of hemp rope is also very complicated. First, the hemp thread is braided into small strands, then the small strands are braided into large strands, and then the large strands are twisted into the main rope. A main rope requires at least 300 thin threads.

Of course, as mentioned before, since the city gate that needs to be pulled this time is our own city gate, we can lift it up a bit and start twisting it with 500 fine hemp threads!

Anyway, with the brushing machine that Thorne just made by hand not far away, the raw materials are inexhaustible, so he has already been very restrained by not directly using hemp rope made of 1000 fine strands.

With this in mind, she began to make plans. Based on the standard that a finished rope of 20 meters requires 28 meters of thin thread, she decided to cut the thin thread every 40 meters produced.

After all, the thicker the rope, the stronger its rigidity, but the less flexible it becomes, so it definitely needs to be lengthened accordingly.

As for how to ensure that the people can accurately grasp this length, that is their job.

Alex looked at the waterwheel by the river. To be honest, that big machine had really done a great service to this fledgling village, and now it was time to add more burdens to it.

By increasing the size of the gear in the water truck, and then continuously adding smaller gears to this gear, the high torque of the large gear is gradually converted into the high speed of the smaller gear, and the speed is gradually adjusted to match the speed of the brushing machine's output line.

Alex sighed helplessly; it was time for another dreaded math session.

And so, the villagers watched as Alex stared blankly at the brushing machine for a few seconds, then went to the riverbank, squatted down, and started drawing all sorts of things on the ground with her fingers, seemingly...

curse?

Thorne, the only one who could tell that Alex was not cursed, came to his workbench carrying a large pile of threads.

He first cut a long line with scissors, then placed it vertically on the far right of the nine-square grid of the crafting table, covering all three vertical squares, and then placed the corresponding three wooden sticks on top.

A pixel-style bow, which might look somewhat cute, appeared in his hand.

He tried pulling the bowstring, then slowly returned it to its original position. The force was just right. This bow may look cute, but its lethality is definitely sufficient.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he directly made a total of thirteen bows on the worktable, so that everyone had a bow.

Now that the problem with the bow has been solved, only the arrows remain.

To be honest, the arrows weren't a big problem, since there was still a lot of sand in the box that hadn't been pounded into flint. The only problem was that there were no feathers.

The solution I came up with before was to go into the forest and maybe find some pheasants, or catch birds to get their feathers—a completely rudimentary method.

But nowadays, I've even made my own brush-up machine by hand. The machine is up and running, and suddenly I feel like the world is vast.

Admittedly, thread isn't worth much, but who am I? An alchemist!

Regardless of whether the alchemist is upright or not, he can reverse the electric meter, twist the four wires into wool, and then make wool carpets through the workbench.

This is the northern border of the Kingdom of Tyren, not the royal city, so where did all these merchants and nobles come from?

Who would bear to step on such a soft and delicate carpet?

This carpet should be sold as a piece of cloth!

And so, a hasty but highly feasible plan for starting a village business was born in Thorne's mind.