When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#643 - Shengxieting No. 1 Textile Factory

Under the guidance of Factory Director Haze, Leonardo stepped into the Holy See's No. 1 Textile Factory, located downstream of the Para River.

Passing through the locker room and office, he entered the wooden factory building, which was as large as a church.

The first thing that caught Leonardo's eye was a huge monster, shaped like a square iron box, connected by countless rivets, but as large as three or four wardrobes stuck together.

In the middle was a circular riveted iron plate covering the Perpetual Motion Machine, while the outer layer was filled with messy connecting rods and complex gears.

A main shaft extended from its side, with a windmill-like rotor installed on it. A connecting rod was nailed to the rotor, and the connecting rod passed through a set of gears, connecting to two rows of looms via thick belts.

Leonardo blinked. Without any hydraulic power, wind power, or animal traction, this windmill-like rotor was actually turning on its own!

He walked around the large iron box twice, almost digging three feet into the ground, but still couldn't find the power source.

In other words, the power source was really inside this iron box.

This dark, large monster sat at one end of the workshop like a monarch, tirelessly twitching the drive shaft.

The thick main drive shaft continuously transmitted power to each loom through thick belts.

Leonardo didn't count carefully, but there were at least thirty looms in front of him, all driven by this Perpetual Motion Machine.

What great power, or rather, what great endurance this must be.

Could it be that they locked a tireless great knight in that iron box, forcing him to constantly crank the handle?

"Could you open the cover of that Perpetual Motion Machine and let me take a look?" Leonardo asked Haze, the textile factory director in charge of the reception, almost pleadingly.

Haze hesitated at first, but remembering the instructions sent by the Mechanical Palace before the trip, he nodded and said, "I'll send someone to ask. If His Majesty agrees, then you can see it."

"Of course," Leonardo rubbed his hands impatiently, pointing to the two rows of looms in front of him and asking, "Can I take a closer look?"

"Of course, please do," Haze's gear iron hand made a gesture of invitation.

Leonardo immediately pounced on it like a wolf seeing fresh meat, or a dog seeing hot feces.

No matter what kind of loom, the principle of weaving is very simple.

Suppose there are ten yarns, numbered one to ten from left to right, arranged perpendicular to the weaver, this is called the warp. Another yarn in the shuttle is arranged parallel to the weaver, this is called the weft.

Numbers one, three, five, seven, and nine are tied to the first wooden stick, and numbers two, four, six, eight, and ten are tied to the second wooden stick.

When weaving, the first wooden stick is raised, with one, three, five, seven, and nine on top, and two, four, six, eight, and ten below, forming an angle.

Then, the weft is passed through the angle between the two, and then pressed tightly with a pusher, and this is considered cloth.

Next, change to two, four, six, eight, and ten on top, and one, three, five, seven, and nine below, and continue to pass the weft between the two, repeating alternately.

The essence is similar to weaving a fishing net with rope, except that the mesh is smaller.

The loom in front of Leonardo was also modified according to this principle. Originally, manpower was used to alternately lift and lower the two sets of warp yarns, but now it has become belts and connecting rods.

The transmission belt descended from the sky, connected to the rotor on the side of each loom. The belt and rotor made a hissing friction sound, even with rising dust.

The power source transmitted through the belt, the connecting rod controlled the alternating up and down movement of the wooden frame, separating the warp yarns and forming a shed.

In the clattering sound, the heald frames wrapped with warps opened and closed neatly and uniformly, and the air was filled with the smell of water vapor and lubricating oil.

"This, this is simply..." Leonardo directly said what he thought, "This is simply like a huge clock turning."

No wonder so much wool yarn was piled up on their docks. He was still wondering if there were so many weavers on this small island?

Now it seems that there is no need for so many weavers at all, and enough woolen cloth can still be woven.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Leonardo continued to observe.

When the shed is formed, the operator must immediately step on the pedal to eject the shuttle containing the yarn through the steel sheet, and pass through the shed through the guide rail.

Because the force of the steel sheet is insufficient and cannot slide too far, the Hoen loom can only weave relatively cheap narrow-width cloth for the time being.

Next to each Holy See loom, there was an operator stepping on the pedal, sweating profusely, and occasionally stopping to adjust the shuttle.

Every time their left and right feet stepped on the pedal, the steel sheets on both sides of the guide rail would bounce, sending the shuttle containing the weft yarn to the other side.

"Smart!" Leonardo quickly reacted.

In the past, manual shuttle throwing was used, that is, throwing the shuttle with the weft yarn from between the warp yarns.

Through this simple little device and guide rail, one step on the pedal can make the shuttle fly by, increasing the frequency of manual shuttle throwing by five or six times.

Thinking of this, Leonardo suddenly froze. Doesn't this mean that the current weaving speed is far below the maximum speed, completely limited by the frequency of the shuttle moving back and forth?

Then, if you put something elastic on both sides of the guide rail, and divide part of the thrust of the belt, so that the shuttle can fly back and forth, wouldn't it be able to weave faster?

At that time, even these operators stepping on the pedals would not be needed.

What should be used to make the shuttle automatically go back and forth?

While thinking, Haze returned and smiled at Leonardo, "The constabulary replied, you can only look, not touch. Can you do that?"

"Of course," Leonardo immediately put the shuttle aside, and followed Haze happily to the Perpetual Motion Machine.

As the operator turned on the valve, the rumbling buzzing sound with the clicking of gears entered his ears, and Leonardo opened his eyes wide with anticipation.

The internal structure of the Perpetual Motion Machine is actually quite simple, but a set of gears cooperates with a roll of mithril spring to provide the original speed for the star-forged gears.

Then the star-forged gears will continuously amplify the kinetic energy provided by the mithril spring by consuming aether, and then transmit it to the gears outside.

But after watching for a while, Leonardo's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He looked up and down at the huge gear, and the murmuring in his mouth became louder and louder: "Impossible, impossible, this has been falsified, impossible!"

He even took several steps back, even slipped and sat down on the ground, his eyes full of loss.

Because the Perpetual Motion Machine in front of him is an impossible mechanical structure!

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This perpetual motion machine that steps on the right foot to ascend to the sky has been tried before, and Leonardo specifically wrote an article to criticize it at that time.

But now, even the mithril spring is not enough to drive such a large gear.

This is completely Arabian Nights, but everything in front of you can't be faked, it clearly happened!

"Mr. Leonardo, are you okay?" Haze quickly helped Leonardo up.

"How did you do it? How did you do it?" Leonardo stood up quickly and asked Haze almost pleadingly, "I'll join your Papal University, you tell me."

"This machine was designed by the Mechanical Palace. I'm just a factory director. I don't know the principle," Haze shook his head helplessly.

But Leonardo didn't give up. As soon as he stood up, he pounced on it again, almost sticking his head between the star-forged gears and the connecting rod: "Damn it, is there someone under here?"

"Hey, hey, be careful, be careful!" Haze was so frightened that he quickly grabbed Leonardo's shoulder, "Mr. Leonardo, the ground is very slippery, don't fall in."

"No one, empty, damn it, why? What the hell is... um?" Leonardo's suspicious voice came from inside the Perpetual Motion Machine. He raised his head, turned sideways and pointed to the inside of the Perpetual Motion Machine and asked, "Why is there a blue mouse licking the gears inside your machine?"

"Mouse?" Haze was stunned for a moment, then shouted with a dark face, "Who was responsible for cleaning the Perpetual Motion Machine yesterday? The mouse ran in, didn't you see it?"

But before he could finish speaking, a white light lit up from behind.

The bursting molten iron with hot wind blew out from the Perpetual Motion Machine, blowing up the corners of Leonardo and Haze's clothes.

Haze had been on the battlefield after all. He immediately reacted, grabbed the back of Leonardo's neck with his iron hand and threw himself to the ground, while blowing the warning whistle.

"Doo doo doo doo——"

"Enemy attack! Where is the enemy attack!"

Ignoring the looms that were still running, the operators jumped out of their workstations and rushed towards the Perpetual Motion Machine, then stared blankly at the huge semi-melted hole in the iron box.

At this moment, a ball of blue fluorescent stuff jumped nimbly from the hole to the ground and let out a shrill roar.

"It's that monster! Call the witcher Chika!"

"Blow the whistle, blow the whistle! Close the gate quickly, don't let it run away."

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

"Bang——"

The previously orderly factory was instantly filled with the sound of lightning and the roar of the Holy Riflemen.

…………

Evening, Holy See Building.

"What?" The hand signing the official document froze in mid-air, and ink dripped from the quill onto the document. Hoen asked in surprise, "That lightning slime was caught?"