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The villagers around came to congratulate, and the Yan family naturally wanted to entertain again.

By the time it had all stopped, half a month had passed.

In the past half a month, Yan Ming has not socialized much, all of which are eat, drink and have fun at Yan Shan and the villagers at home.

It was already summer, and Yan Ming often went to the fields, although he didn't know much about farming, but he still went to see it every day. This era is not the same as urban life.

This is the age of farming, and everything depends on the output of the field.

This kind of comfortable life makes Yan Ming often have a feeling of dreaming. Sometimes, he hopes that he will wake up from his dream soon, so that he can return to reality and work to earn money and marry a daughter-in-law.

Sometimes, he is afraid that he will wake up too quickly, and he has not had enough of this kind of slow-paced and relaxed life.

Everything seems to be a little contradictory.

Yan Ming is in this faint contradiction, living a different life according to his own ideas.

These days, he also took Yan Ping quietly to the deep valley under the cliff of the East Village again. When I went there at noon, the fog inside was not very thick, and Yan Ming was sure that there was a large area with yellow stones faintly revealed.

I reached out and took a sip, but it was a pungent smell of sulfur.

Yan Ming carefully collected some sulfur, wrapped it in his clothes and brought it back again. Because there were some flammable materials underneath, Yan Ming didn't dare to burn the two rough pieces of paper he brought to the lonely ghost who was suspected of being Yan Ming.

"The deceased is the greatest, little brother, you can live in peace first. You're not in a good place to burn paper. Bless me well, when I have money, I will move your grave and make up for it together when the time comes. Yan Ming bowed in front of the lonely grave.

There was still some saltpeter brought back last time, and Yan Ming also brought the sulfur home and put it under his small bed.

All of this was quietly placed by himself after he withdrew Yan Ping.

There are now two kinds of raw materials for making black powder, and there is another one, which is charcoal. How to burn charcoal, Yan Ming remembered that he once read a tutorial.

He asked Yan Ping and Nameless to carry a pile of old man Lu's discarded wood on their backs and came to the open space behind the Hongyantang construction site.

Yan Ming put the firewood in the middle, and then placed the wood layer by layer around the firewood, and asked people to use yellow mud to enclose the small pile of the entire firewood He, cover it completely, and leave a hole in it.

"What is this?" Yan Ping finished drying, rubbed the mud on his hands and asked.

Although Nameless didn't ask, his eyes were full of curiosity.

Yan Ming smiled and said, "It's useful to make something." ”

As he spoke, he used his hand on the windward side to dig a hole in the mud, revealing the firewood inside.

Yan Ming shook his hand, ignited the fire, and after igniting the things inside, he let the smoke float out inside. His eyes were always on the yellow mud outside.

The workers on the construction site greeted Yan Ming from time to time, and Yan Hou shouted shortly, asking Yan Ming to confirm that he was indeed a Han countryman.

What used to be huge sewers has now been capped. Looking at the sewer that was large enough to pass through the carriages and horses, Yan Ming felt that the future Maoling City would definitely be spectacular.

Seeing that the foundation of Hongyantang has begun to be built, the cement fired by its own cement kiln is still passable, and after drying, the hardness is very good.

However, compared with the cement and blue brick buildings, Yan Ming still prefers to see the kind of pure wood, without a single nail, all pieces of wood are bitten together, and the eaves and phoenix horns are built.

In Yan Ming's heart, that is the essence of Chinese architecture and the treasure of Chinese people.

Therefore, the foundation of his Hongyan Hall is made of blue brick cement, and the building on the top is with an antique eaves and phoenix horns.

Only with such a building can Yan Ming feel worthy of the name Hongyan Hall.

After that, this kind of building is the building that Yan Ming wants. Although Maolingtun is now mostly adobe houses and thatched houses. But he believes that in the near future, he will rewrite the status quo of Maoling.

However, he didn't want the Han Dynasty to be the same as later generations, without its own characteristics, and the cities were all the same. He wants to develop, but it does not mean that he also overthrows everything from his ancestors, and the good things still have to be inherited and carried forward.

Looking back, the yellow mud pile was already a little dry.

Yan Ming hurriedly moved and sealed all the pores left behind, until the sealing mud was also dry, and he knocked out all the dry sealing mud outside.

Yan Ping and Nameless also came over to help.

The matter of burning charcoal by themselves is the first time for all three of them. Yan Ming didn't know what to burn out in his own heart, and he didn't know what would be burned.

Although I have seen the tutorial before, everything is really different.

When the loess outside was broken up and taken away, the black charcoal inside was revealed, and some of them were still emitting green smoke.

Yan Ming couldn't help but cheer.

Yan Ping and Nameless glanced at each other, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

His own son-in-law, on the day he was promoted to the township, how many big people came, and I didn't see him so happy. Even Han Yan sent a few carts of copper coins and jade, and I didn't see how novel he was.

Now when I see this black thing, I see a treasure.

Yan Ming picked out pieces of burned charcoal, and Yan Ping and Nameless watched from the side. Because these two people don't know what Yan Ming wants.

There was also wood in it that had not been burned through, and Yan Ming shook his head when he saw it. Pick only some black ones.

After letting all the black charcoal cool, Yan Ming remembered that he didn't have a cloth bag or backpack or anything. I can't help but secretly curse myself for being a pig brain.

Fortunately, the outer robes of the Hanfu were very long, so he took them off, spread them on the ground, and put pieces of black charcoal on his clothes.

Looking at the clothes that were already dark, Yan Ming couldn't help but think of Tian Xi.

If this girl is still here, she will definitely wash her clothes. It's a pity that Daddy Yan Shanfei said that Tian Xi didn't pass the door, and it was not good in the Yan family. Then when he entered Chang'an, he sent Tian Xi and Tian Xiang back to Tian's house.

I heard that there was some unpleasantness. At that time, Yan Ming didn't feel anything, but he didn't expect to leave Tian Xi these days, and he actually missed it a little.

Yan Ming couldn't help but secretly laugh at himself.

Although he is physically a teenager, he has passed puberty psychologically, and he is a mature man. I thought there would be no more love in my life.

But the ignorance of Tian Xi made Yan Ming seem to have found a trace of youth.

"It's hormones." Yan Ming scolded himself, mentioned the little carbon burned, and walked back.

Yan Ping and Nameless obviously heard Yan Ming scolding, but they didn't know who this strange 'hormone' was. Yan Ping thought about catching this hormone and beat it hard.

Nameless has a killing effect on this hormone. After all, Yan Ming saved his life, and if anyone makes trouble for Yan Ming, it will be a capital crime in the nameless. Neither do hormones!

The workers on the construction site watched Yan Hou lead two entourages and come with a large pile of wood, and then lit a fire, making him gray and dirty, but he went away in black, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

However, these people already knew Yan Ming's ability. The foundation of this huge Hongyan Hall was designed by Yan Ming. It has shocked them.

For Yan Ming, they respect ghosts and gods. I don't know, they respect Yan Hou like ghosts and gods, and at this time they are ambitious to make something that shocks the ghosts and gods.