Wang Chongyang looked at the bucket truck full of coal, the speed was not very fast, but it was moving forward very steadily, and smiled with satisfaction.

He followed the bucket truck out of the mine step by step, and suddenly became enlightened, Wang Chongyang saw the entrance of the mine, surrounded by people.

When the bucket truck slowly appeared in view, the crowd erupted in loud cheers.

The coal mining in Datong Province is not only done by the Khitans, but also by many Han people, although mining is a very dangerous thing, but because the remuneration is extremely rich, there are still many people who work.

The hardest part is not digging coal, but transporting it, and carrying coal up from under the pit is the most fatal thing.

No one will ignore Wang Chongyang, who is standing next to the bucket truck with a somewhat vain footsteps.

It was this man's steam pump that drained the water from the mine and kept the miners safe.

It was also this person who first discovered that there would be gas that would explode underground, and who inserted a deep iron pipe to solve the gas.

It is also this person who has worked hard in the mine wholeheartedly to have today's bucket truck.

From now on, it doesn't have to be so hard.

Wang Chongyang waved his hand to the crowd a little shyly, letting everyone disperse, he dragged his tired body and walked to the workers' workshop, he was a little tired and needed to rest.

The clanging sound, accompanied by Wang Chongyang's footsteps, was the huge steam pumping machine connecting rod, the sound of twitching, and the pungent smoke, which made people's nose itch.

This huge pumping machine was his experimental object, and it was also the first pumping machine he built, and after repeated calculations and demonstrations, he finally made this pumping machine about three feet high.

Like a giant beast lying prone on a hill, it constantly spewed hot steam, and the light of fire continued to burn under the giant beast, and it was uncertain.

The connecting rod fell at a very fast speed, and then slowly rose, gurgling groundwater, and converging into a river.

There is also black-gray smoke left behind by the combustion.

"The smoke is turbid, the sky is clear, and the turbidity rises and is mixed, which is not right." Wang Chongyang is still thinking about how to solve the vigorous black and gray smoke.

He was a Taoist monk, and he subconsciously thought that such a rise of turbidity violated the natural principles of Taoism.

Wang Chongyang, who hadn't thought of a way for the time being, couldn't help scratching his head.

He suddenly frowned at the huge connecting rod, and then at the bucket cart pulled by the livestock.

There are not many large livestock in the Great Song Dynasty, even Wang Chongyang, who is looking for some horses to pull the bucket cart.

The speed of the bucket cart is a little slow, and the coal cart is fully loaded, and the coal is on it.

It will go south along the straight road, enter Xinzhou from Yanmen, and divide into two directions in Taiyuan City, all the way to Guanzhong, all the way to Zhaozhou, and supply most of Yunzhong, Hedong, Guanzhong, Hebei and other places.

Most of the coal in Gyeonggi Road is supplied by the Ciju mining area, which is supervised by the government.

Wang Chongyang looked at the black stones, they contained countless vigorous powers, as well as the hope of the Great Song Dynasty.

This is a magical force, Wang Chongyang once thought that this is the true power contained in heaven and earth.

It's just that Wang Chongyang's eyes are still patrolling back and forth on the steam pump and bucket truck, and he always feels that there is a big mystery here.

Yang Yizhong saw the unkempt Wang Chongyang, and he was inexplicably distressed.

This is a Jinshi, this is a Taoist monk, this is a five-grade minister of the court, but now his face is now dark, and his body is full of embarrassed words.

The gentleman is far away, but the swarthy Wang Chongyang is still a gentleman in Yang Yizhong's eyes.

A gentleman is a virtue, not a moral bondage.

"Wang Wupin, the official family has already received the equivalent of a small steam pump that you asked a certain person to send, and the official family said that he liked it very much." Yang Yizhong handed over a kettle.

It is filled with mare's milk wine from the Khitan people, and when you drink it for the first time, you may feel sour and astringent like aged vinegar.

But after a long time, this wine is inseparable.

It is the most suitable to relieve fatigue, after washing, take a drink or two, go to sleep, and ride the wind leisurely.

"It's good that the official family has received it, and the provincial officials always think that Wang Wupin, whom he appointed, lives in the corpse position." Wang Chongyang nodded and held the kettle in his hand.

He turned his head again to look at the huge steam engine and at the bucket cart, and there was a certain inevitable connection between the two.

It's just that he can't figure it out for a while.

"The official family said that the matter of the Datong coalfield was dealt with clearly, and he returned to Beijing. A Beijing official, always outside, floating is not a thing. Yang Yizhong looked at the huge steam pump and admired Wang Chongyang very much,

He solved a problem in the Datong coalfield that could not be solved for hundreds of years.

I know that there is countless high-quality coal under the groundwater, but I can't dig it out.

"It was the revelation given to me by the officials." Wang Chongyang stared at the black smoke in the boiler, this kind of thing is infinitely harmful.

"Tao gives birth to one, one life to two, two to three, three to all things, I didn't expect that a certain person is here, and he stays for months." Wang Chongyang stretched out his hand to the giant boiler, and his eyes were a little confused.

He just wanted to use steam to pump water, and he thought it was a very interesting idea.

But when one problem is solved, two, three problems arise, and then a myriad of problems follow.

Solving a problem that has been bothering him for a long time is enough to satisfy him.

But the countless problems that came to him made him at a loss.

Occasionally, he gets confused, but most of the time, this confusion is replaced by busyness.

He is cultivating the Tao and is looking for the truth of the world.

"There it is!" Wang Chongyang slapped Yang Yizhong hard and laughed loudly.

Yang Yizhong was not surprised by Wang Chongyang's appearance, because he had already seen a lot, every time the mouth stopped, Wang Chongyang would be like this.

He rubbed his arm vigorously, which was where Wang Chongyang patted.

It's not because Wang Chongyang has too much carbon ash on his hands and stains his clothes, he is not so pretentious.

It's all because Wang Chongyang's strength is too great, and he can't dodge it at all.

Wang Chongyang, who was supposed to be a merry and chivalrous man, did not lose his martial arts.

"Say it next time you shoot someone!" As soon as Yang Xinzhong saw Wang Chongyang's state, he knew that his words were in vain.

The man is back in his own little world.

"One gasification and three clearing, beheading three corpses to prove the way of heaven!" Wang Chongyang muttered to himself and walked back to the workshop.

Yang Xinzhong was afraid that Wang Chongyang, who had lost his mind, would wrestle on the road, and followed all the way, and when he walked to the workshop, a smell of urine came to his face.

Wang Chongyang was concentrating on writing and drawing on the paper, while Yang Xinzhong stared at the source of the urine smell in a daze.

It was a small bottle of white crystals carefully collected by Wang Chongyang, a treasure that Wang Chongyang pulled out of the ashes in the scorching coal.

Wang Chongyang attaches great importance to this white crystal of urine odor, his family is a big family in Guanzhong, he has seen this crystal, and he has also smelled this smell.

The smell of manure sprinkled on the field is exactly the same.

In fact, Wang Chongyang originally had more than ten jars of such crystals, and the only one left had turned into lush cloves outside the door.

The entire Datong Mansion is full of lilacs and locust trees, and these bunches of cloves are planted by Wang Chongyang.

Two lilac fields, lilacs with white crystals, obviously more vigorous than lilacs without white crystals.

It's really useful, Wang Chongyang used real facts to tell him that this thing is really useful.

It's really heaven and earth!

Yang Xinzhong thinks that this is the treasure of the world refined by Wang Chongyang.

If Wang Chongyang soars one day, Yang Xinzhong will not be surprised at all, this person is really successful in cultivating immortals.

How could ordinary people have such divine power to let tens of thousands of catties (five tons) of puppets run in an orderly manner under his dispatch?

The stick that Sun Monkey can also wield in "The Poetry of the Three Tibetan Scriptures of the Tang Dynasty" is only 13,500 catties! [Note 1]

This is a fairy figure!

Yang Xinzhong turned his head to look, a smile appeared on his face, the fairy-like figure was asleep.

"If you're tired, let's sleep well." Lieutenant Yang Xin put the big gun in his hand on Wang Chongyang's body.

If Zhao Huan was here, he would tell Yang Xinzhong that it was urea.