Looking at the ugly simplified version of the Chinese brush on the cardboard, Liu Yuanshan smiled bitterly. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

In an instant, there was a flash in his mind, a golden light came to his face, and a huge ancient and delicate divine book fell from the sky, as if it had been turned by a giant, and the first page slowly opened, and the handwriting on it was as ugly as what Liu Yuanshan wrote on the cardboard.

White charcoal!

Then, as he expected, there were more and more handwriting on the Golden Divine Book, all of which were annotations on things like white charcoal, and of course, there were many introductions to the process and precautions in the process of white charcoal firing.

Liu Yuanshan took a general look, picked up a simple small-scale production method in it, and then moved this method out. The dense fly-headed small blocks fell on the paper in reality, and there were about two more of them.

"San Lang, are you finished, let's go quickly, and we still have to go to see the charcoal kiln?" All his life urged outside the grass.

Liu Yuanshan shouted: "Come on, it'll be good right away!" After speaking, he carefully folded the two pieces of paper in his hand and put them on his waist, and then picked a fat yellow leaf nearby and wiped his buttocks briefly, and said secretly: If you have strength in the future, you must make soft paper as soon as possible.

In ancient society, was also a kind of sin!

Brushing aside the layers of grass and trees, Liu Yuanshan came out from the side of the mountain road, looking at the slightly anxious Second Uncle Mao and others on the road, he quickly smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry to delay everyone's time!" ”

"It's fine!" Second Uncle Mao waved his hand and continued to go up the mountain with the four little guys.

Liu Yuanshan followed not far behind, found an opportunity to go up and talk to Second Uncle Mao, and asked Second Uncle Mao in a very young tone: "Second Uncle Mao, where are all the charcoal burned by your family transported to sell?" ”

"In the town, and in the county seat!" Second Uncle Mao said without thinking: "The demand in the town is limited, and most of them can only be sold in the county seat. ”

"Oh," Liu Yuanshan asked, "Then burning charcoal is very profitable, right?" ”

Second Uncle Mao shook his head with a wry smile, looking at Liu Yuanshan's ghost elf's eyes, not knowing what his idea was. In the past, he didn't have time to talk to ordinary little kids, even his own son, Edamame.

But Liu Yuanshan's performance today is far beyond ordinary people, which makes him look up and treat him like an adult.

"How can it be so easy!" Second Uncle Mao said: "Those landlords in the town, all of them go to the fields to farm by themselves, they are more stingy than the tenants, and they are not willing to use charcoal in winter, even if they do, they are only used for a few days during the New Year, so the demand is not large." ”

"Sometimes when we go to the county seat, we may not be able to sell all the charcoal, and the year before last, we also went to Xiangyang Mansion to sell charcoal." Second Uncle Mao said it easily, but Liu Yuanshan was shocked in his heart.

There is at least a few hundred miles from F County to Xiangyang Mansion, and there are mountains between the two places, so it is not easy for people to walk, not to mention that they also use ox carts to pull charcoal, it seems that the life of Uncle Mao's family is not easy.

Second Uncle Mao is really unhappy, especially this year, two more adults have been added to the family, and the income from charcoal burning and hunting is really a bit beyond his means.

"Oh!" Liu Yuanshan looked like I understood, but then he didn't shut up, and continued to ask: "How many copper plates can you sell for that pound of charcoal?" ”

Second Uncle Mao smiled bitterly, "How many copper plates are there?" Under normal circumstances, it is a pound of copper plate, but fortunately, in recent years, Xiangyang Mansion has been very cold in winter, and this charcoal is easier to sell, otherwise in ordinary years, a copper plate can buy two catties. ”

One pound of a copper plate, Uncle Mao's cave is about 5,000 catties of dry firewood each time, but after being fired into charcoal, it is only 1,000 catties, and the weight ratio of wood and charcoal reaches five to one.

In other words, Second Uncle Mao worked hard to burn a kiln of charcoal, and in the end, he could only sell a thousand copper plates at most, according to the exchange ratio of copper plates and silver in the Ming Dynasty, almost one tael of silver.

Liu Yuanshan knows that the wood accumulated by the Mao family every year is limited, and all of them can be fired in ten kilns is the limit, which means that a year's farming time is hard, and at most ten taels of silver.

Except for the fatigue of driving and horses and some other expenses, the income is less, and it is not even enough to cover the food and drink of a family of three. Fortunately, Uncle Mao and Second Uncle Mao can usually go hunting in the mountains in the north, and the game they get can also be sold in the town, which is another source of subsidy for the family.

"What about the white charcoal?" Liu Yuanshan raised his head and asked Second Uncle Mao.

"Of course it's expensive!" Speaking of white charcoal, the second uncle Mao was excited: "White charcoal can be forbidden, and it is deeply loved by those wealthy families in the county, and it can generally be sold for three pennies a catty." ”

"It's a pity!" Second Uncle Mao shook his head, with a look of pity on his face: "This thing is strange, sometimes there are times and sometimes there are not, no one can say, alas!" ”

White charcoal is something that comes out of a specific firing environment, and for these traditional charcoal burning methods, the chance of producing white charcoal is too large to be controlled, and in general, even if white charcoal is produced, the amount is very small.

"It's not a pity!" Liu Yuanshan followed Second Uncle Mao up the mountain and said, "Second Uncle Mao, boy, I just know a way to burn white charcoal. ”

"What?" Second Uncle Mao was startled, and involuntarily stopped, and the life that was eating the beehive behind him was unaware, and hit his butt head-on, and with an oops, half of the hive in his hand fell to the ground.

"All your life, you killed." Liu Yuanshan pointed to the unformed bees in the hive and said, hoping to break Second Uncle Mao's momentary surprise, but he found that this method had a very limited effect.

"San Lang, what did you just say? Let's talk about one side more! Second Uncle Mao bowed down and squatted on the mountain road.

"All your life, you killed!" Liu Yuanshan said.

"No, the previous sentence."

"I know a way to burn charcoal."

"How?" Second Uncle Mao's face was slightly red, if the little kid in front of him really knew what the method of burning white charcoal was, then the problem of increasing the population in the family this year could be solved.

"Ahem!" Liu Yuanshan covered his mouth with his hand and coughed twice, and said, "Second Uncle Mao, let's talk while walking." In fact, he was thinking about the chips in his heart.

The firing method of white charcoal can be given to Second Uncle Mao, and by the way, it will help him improve the economic situation of his family, but there is one point, Lao Tzu can't give it away for nothing, and he wants to squeeze benefits.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Second Uncle Mao, I have a suggestion!" ”

Second Uncle Mao is also a person who has seen the world, and after listening to Liu Yuanshan's words, he knew what he meant, so he nodded and said, "San Lang, please speak." ”

"I use technology to buy shares, and I want two percent of dry shares!" Liu Yuanshan looked at Second Uncle Mao, there was not the slightest evasion, embarrassment or shame in his eyes, on the contrary, what appeared on his face was a matter of course, and there was a calm far beyond his age.

Second Uncle Mao took a deep breath, secretly calculated in his heart, and felt that this idea would be more beneficial to him, so he nodded and agreed, and said, "Yes, but I'll burn a kiln first, if you lie to me, boy, get your ass ready." ”