To put it bluntly, the charcoal ball is the machine-made charcoal of later generations.

There is no need for good wood to be used as raw materials, what branch bark, leaf shell walnut skin, after high temperature decompression carbonization, it is nothing more than grinding, adding binder, that is, clay, and then through the three steps of re-pressing and molding.

From a manual point of view, it is indeed a little more cumbersome.

However, if you look at the cost of raw materials, it is really too much saving.

The original wood that has been carbonized is almost all waste, as long as Lao Zujun mobilizes the people of the whole col to go up the mountain to collect, there is basically no cost to remove the labor.

Glue clay is also everywhere, and only labor is spent, which is in line with Wu Ning's sentence - turning waste into treasure.

Moreover, Wu Ning disliked that the charcoal ball of the hand group was not good-looking, and wasted his strength, so he found a thicker bamboo pole and broke it in half, first added charcoal clay to the two halves of the bamboo pole, and then took a thin pole and put it in the middle after compacting.

Close the two petals together and pull the thin rod together.

When the charcoal clay is finalized, it looks exactly the same as the hexagonal charcoal used for barbecue in later generations, and the rules are much more beautiful than those charcoal on the market.

Old Zujun looked at the charcoal strips that were peeled out of the bamboo tube, and his smiling eyebrows turned into crescent moons.

This charcoal has a low cost, less smoke, and is resistant to burning, and most importantly, the charcoal will never be stuck by Chenjiazhuang's neck again.

"Not bad, not bad."

threw an appreciative look at Wu Ning, "I'll just say it, you kid is out!" ”

“......”

Wu Ning quit.

Why did you let this old man say all the good things? Just now, he was carrying a stick so that he had no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the ground!

"Zujun, in the future, I will still move less sticks, too rude!"

Wu Ning felt that it was better to take the opportunity to get benefits, after all, we are not small, don't see the sky chasing with a stick and running all over the place.

However, how could Old Ancestor get his wish?

"Rude?" The old face was cold, "There is a filial son under the stick, without our stick, can you all be taught so well?" ”

"Okay." Wu Ning resigned to his fate, "When I didn't say it." ”

"Don't be poor here!" Zu Jun scolded with a smile, "Go, call all the men from each family to the kiln factory, I have something to say here." ”

"Ugh...."

Wu Ning sighed, and finally understood a truth: no matter ancient or modern, rich or poor. If you are so young, you have no human rights!

As long as you don't have a family, in the eyes of these elders, no matter how big you do, you are still a child, this is the family affection and filial piety of the Chinese!

obediently and Wu Qi and Huzi, running door to door to call people.

When everyone gathered in the kiln factory, Lao Zujun only said two things behind his back.

First, the kiln factory was saved, and as soon as the autumn harvest passed, everyone had to go up the mountain to cut branches. A family of five cars, one less car is not allowed to celebrate the New Year.

Second, the style of the new kiln, as well as the method of grinding charcoal, if anyone dares to reveal it to other villages, they will be served by the family law, and the name will be removed from the ancestral hall genealogy.

“......”

I'm a good girl, Wu Ning is stupid.

What feudal patriarch? This is the feudal patriarch!

It's really fucking powerful, what a special flow ratio.

"Lao Jiu!!"

was intoxicated, but it was the old ancestor who pointed to Wu Ning's head.

"You made this charcoal, you name it."

The tone was still the same cold look, but just this one sentence, all the villagers in the col looked at it, and everyone had gratitude in their eyes.

Zu Jun is tantamount to telling everyone that this merit belongs to Wu Ning, and everyone has to remember the good of others.

The sixth uncle smiled even more innocently and stabbed Wu Ning, "The sixth uncle knows, you kid is okay!" ”

The third brother is also very happy, "What do you want, let you name it!" ”

Wu Ning, who has become the focus of everyone, is still a little unaccustomed, and while smirking, he stroked the back of his neck, "Hahaha, what a big deal." Haha, I'll just give it a try......"

"Hahahaha, it's done!"

"It's not enough to mention."

"Hahahaha!!" Everyone was having fun.

"!" The fifth uncle scolded with a smile, "Praise you twice, and you will go to heaven." ”

"Hurry up, as long as you know how to read, give it a nice name."

"This...."Wu Ning groaned, "Since the shape is like a bamboo joint, black bamboo charcoal." ”

"Black bamboo charcoal?" Zu Jun chattered, "Wuzhu charcoal ......"

"Hmph, this old man can also get up."

"Still, it's okay! Let's call it black bamboo charcoal! ”

......

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It was almost dark, and Wu Ning went home.

As soon as this new charcoal came out, not only the families who had shares in the kiln factory had hope, but also the labor force of the whole col had something to do in winter.

At this time, Zujun is in the division of labor, as soon as the autumn harvest passes, the branches of the pick-up branches, the charcoal grinding of the charcoal factory to the charcoal, and the new charcoal is sold, and the family can have a good year.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Wu Ning was stunned, and saw that the son and daughter-in-law of the old man were having dinner in the courtyard after being sent away in the morning.

Still staying here tonight?

Wu Ning was curious, "This eldest brother, is he asking if Xianguan is not ranked?" ”

When the old man's son saw that Wu Ning was back, he hurriedly got up and gave a big salute, "I've seen Xiao Langjun." ”

"So that Xiao Langjun knows that the queue is on the line, if there is no note, but I don't know when the queue will go."

"It's just that I waited for the morning a little late, and Meng Daochang had the heart to help, but it was past the morning of divination. Then they were ranked first at dusk. ”

"I can't go down the mountain tonight, so I have to bother for another night."

"Oh." Wu Ning understood.

"Then why don't you see my husband come out to eat?"

"This ......," the young man looked at the guest room in embarrassment.

"My father has lost his appetite and is resting in the room."

"I see." Wu Ning didn't ask any more, washed up, and prepared for dinner.

......

Let's say that the old man in the house, at this time, was holding his little grandson who had just completed the moon in his arms, and looked at the inscription on the wall in a daze.

In my mind, I couldn't help but think of the scene when I was asking the immortal temple and Xiao Daochang divination just now.

......

"This son is very different, he has no rich life, no noble luck, and he lacks happiness and hard work in his life."

"But ......"

Xiao Daochang pinched his fingers and calculated, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

"However, this kid's literary and opera stars are shining brightly, and he is full of learning, and he will definitely be famous and famous throughout the ages in this life!"

Looking up at the old man, "Such a strange number of lives, Poor Dao is also the second time I have seen it in my life." ”

Xiao Laodao didn't prevaricate, the most bizarre fate he had ever seen in his life was Wu Ning's, it was a hexagram of nothingness that came out of nothing, and there was nothing in it.

To put it bluntly, the dragon is unspeakably expensive, but there are many twists and turns in life, and in the end, there is no certainty, the sky is uncertain, and the person can be determined.

And the second strange thing is the doll in the old man's arms.

It is: "I can't ask for a fortune in my life, who knows the name of the eternal life".

......

This explanation of the hexagram can scare the old man a lot, and he doesn't know what it feels like, so he hurriedly said: "Does the immortal chief have a way to resolve it?" ”

Xiao Laodao nodded, and then shook his head again.

"All things in heaven and earth, life and death complement each other, there is a solution to danger, there is life when there is destruction, and there is a way to resolve it."

"However, it is not here in the poor road."

"Where is that?"

Xiao Daodao: "This son was lost in ninety-five, and he was gained in fifty-nine." ”

"Uncle, let's do it for yourself."

The old man pondered in his heart what this sentence meant, but he had no clue for a while.

I had to say again: "The child hasn't been named yet, the fairy chief is easy to understand, give it an auspicious name!" ”

"Okay!"

Xiao Laodao sighed and groaned.

If you name it, you have to pay for it.

"This son is too persistent in his life, but it is not beautiful. It is a good thing to have a heart all over the world and be open for a lifetime. ”

"I see ....."

"A single name has a 'hao' character."

"In the future, it is most appropriate to take the word 'Haoran'."

When the old man heard this, "Meng Hao? Meng Haoran? ”

Nodding slowly, "Good name!" ”

......

However, at this time, in Wu Ning's inn, I looked at the Tibi poem on the wall: "My family is in the south of the ferry, and I am used to savage boats......"

- Meng Haoran?

The old man said, why is there a person named Meng Haoran here? The poem is not badly written.

......

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