smelting 300 lbs of iron ore?

I have a small scale metals business where I will be smelting around 300 lbs of iron ore daily. What equipment is out there that I can use for this amount?

As first answer suggests, the answer is: it depends. Exactly what is your feed stock and exactly what are you trying to produce. Do you have to worry about the environmental impact? Or the quality of the output? Or the yield of the output? When you have some specifics, contact your friendly neighborhood metallurgist.

When I was in preschool one of the kids did something bad and the teacher had the little boy lay face down on the floor and then made the rest of us line up and walk on his back. I wouldn't do it. I think we must have all gone home and told our parents. I know she isn't teaching anymore, but if this happened in this day and age, I wonder if there would've been any jail time. I still want to find her and make her pay for therapy.

The thing I remember in general was my father getting a look of rage, teeth bared and clenched, and the way he'd yank his belt out of his pants and snap it so it would make a loud sound. And then he'd use it on me. It was very frightening, especially to a young child.

As first answer suggests, the answer is: it depends. Exactly what is your feed stock and exactly what are you trying to produce. Do you have to worry about the environmental impact? Or the quality of the output? Or the yield of the output? When you have some specifics, contact your friendly neighborhood metallurgist.

My friend and I were playing monkey bars on this big, expensive shelving unit my parents had just installed in our garage. After several minutes, it gave way and collapsed on top of us. We both ran like the devil, but I got caught. My dad told me to go get my own switch from the tree in our front yard, and if I picked a raggedy brittle one, I was going to get spanked that much worse. So, I basically got my butt WHOOPED real d*a*m*n hard. Quite memorable.

My friend and I were playing monkey bars on this big, expensive shelving unit my parents had just installed in our garage. After several minutes, it gave way and collapsed on top of us. We both ran like the devil, but I got caught. My dad told me to go get my own switch from the tree in our front yard, and if I picked a raggedy brittle one, I was going to get spanked that much worse. So, I basically got my butt WHOOPED real d*a*m*n hard. Quite memorable.

When I was in preschool one of the kids did something bad and the teacher had the little boy lay face down on the floor and then made the rest of us line up and walk on his back. I wouldn't do it. I think we must have all gone home and told our parents. I know she isn't teaching anymore, but if this happened in this day and age, I wonder if there would've been any jail time. I still want to find her and make her pay for therapy.

The thing I remember in general was my father getting a look of rage, teeth bared and clenched, and the way he'd yank his belt out of his pants and snap it so it would make a loud sound. And then he'd use it on me. It was very frightening, especially to a young child.