Two days later, in the early morning mist, a horse-drawn carriage sandwiched between the early risers slowly left the bustling city of Kaifeng and quietly came to a small courtyard under the shade of willow trees in a suburban town by the Bianhe River.

This small courtyard is the most satisfactory residence that Fan Xiaoyu found first, and then everyone voted to agree.

Although the small courtyard has been a little old, it is a little dilapidated, but it is better because the yard is relatively large, and it is a single 'door' and a single household, and there is a well in the yard. The next door neighbor is also 200 meters away, two miles to the south is the busy Bianhe River, and one mile to the west is the east market in the town, which is convenient to enter and exit and will not be disturbed by its excessive bustle, it is indeed a good place to live.

After completing the lease procedures, the landlord who had moved to the city returned it by himself, removed the 'blindfolded' Jingdao Mountain from the carriage and threw it into the moldy cellar, and the family began to mobilize the whole name to clean up and clean up in full swing.

The dust and cobwebs that fill the house are the first step to clean up, the broken tiles and 'holes' in the roof must be repaired neatly, the furniture must be old but clean to be beautiful, the weeds in the small yard must be removed, the reels in the well must be repaired, the ropes must be replaced, and the remaining two horses and the newly bought carriage need a place to park.

At this time, Fan Tong's years of selfless dedication to others suddenly showed its advantages, and it was not long before a simple horse shed built using discarded furniture and wood from the utility room was already standing on one side of the courtyard. 1#6#K#。 After probably cleaning up, Fan Xiaoyu commanded the family again and readjusted the layout of the furniture and furnishings according to the scientific aesthetics. The window screens were replaced, and some wild 'flowers' were found nearby and 'planted' in the quaint 'flower' vases, and a few low bushes were transplanted into the corners of the wall. After several changes, the old and decaying atmosphere in the house suddenly became fresh and eye-catching. All of a sudden, it really felt like home.

In fact, Fan Xiaoyu, who was addicted, originally wanted to buy some lime to paint the mottled walls, and then use tung oil to paint some moth-eaten furniture, but considering the economic situation of the people who are about to live in and the family, he had to put aside the impulse to strive for perfection for the time being, and leave it for the future to improve.

Now that you've got your new home, it's a great idea to buy some food to celebrate.

In the twilight, with the lighting of the oil lamp and the wafting of the aroma of food, the small courtyard that has not been owned for a long time exudes a strong vitality and vitality. In particular, Fan Dai's hearty laughter attracted a lot of passing town names, secretly guessing where this family came from, if it weren't for the closed 'door' to show that the owner didn't want anyone to disturb tonight, there were already good things and enthusiastic neighbors wanted to visit the 'door'.

Now that shelter is secured, livelihood issues are naturally on the agenda. Read the literary network all the way

But before that, there is a thorny problem to be solved first, that is: what to do with Jingdao Mountain in the cellar?

In fact, they have discussed Jingdao Mountain more than once in the past few days, but none of them have come up with the most appropriate way.

Originally, it was very normal for people to kill people because of grudges. But the Fan family is an outlier in the martial arts, so they can't do this, according to Fan Xiaoyu's words, although Jingdao Mountain is really hateful. But their family can't be guilty of the 'shadow' of killing people for the sake of a Jingdao Mountain.

However, if you can't kill him, you can't let him go, you can't keep him for the rest of your life, right? Once again, everyone was in deep thought as always, and the wind blew outside the window, and the oil lamp on the table swayed, as if they were also thinking of ideas.

What should I do? Now that they have a new home, they can't let the villain Jing Daoshan affect their family's life no matter what. She didn't want to feed that disgusting hypocrite like a pig every day.

Fan Xiaoyu stared at the oil lamp with his cheeks on his cheeks, frowning tightly.

Burst...... The top of the wick that had been burned dry suddenly bloomed, making a soft sound, which also made Fan Xiaoyu's mind flash suddenly.

"I thought about it."

"What's the best way?" Everyone stood up at once and looked at her.

"Hey, you know it or not. What do most people in the capital usually use to cook? Fan Xiaoyu proudly sold Guanzi.

"Firewood, of course. Did you just cook with wood? Fan Tong looked surprised at how you even had to ask such a normal question.

"Yes, it's firewood!" Everyone nodded their heads. The same is incomprehensible.

"Wrong!" Fan Xiaoyu knocked on the table.

"Wrong?" Everyone was surprised.

"Although our dinner today is burned with waste wood, have you ever thought about it, there are millions of people inside and outside this Kaifeng Mansion, every family has to burn a fire to cook every day, not to mention those hotel teahouses, if everyone wants to use firewood, may I ask, where do they go to cut firewood?" Fan Xiaoyu asked rhetorically.

"This ...... I don't really know about that. Fan Tong frowned, this Kaifeng Mansion is flat and densely populated, and it is indeed impossible to have many woods to cut down like in the mountains.

"I don't know, Xiaoyu, you're going to be sold, just tell us!" Fan Dai 'touched' his head, but he couldn't think of an answer.

"You people, you don't know firewood, rice, oil and salt. Then I'll just say it, many people now use black coal, that is, coal. ”

"But what does this cooking have to do with Jingdao Mountain?" Fan Dai was stunned, and couldn't figure it out.

"Stupid second uncle!" Fan Xiaoyu rolled his eyes at him, "Have you ever wondered where the geocharcoal used by thousands of households came from?" ”

"Of course, it was brought from a place where there was coal." Fan Dai became more and more confused, and everyone's eyes were full of the same doubts.

"And where did the coal come from?" Fan Xiaoyu patiently guided a group of fools.

"I heard it was picked from the mountains." Yue Yu 'interjected' a little timidly, but looking at his expression, he was obviously not so sure.

"A little bit of digging out of the ground, to be precise." Fan Xiaoyu blinked his eyes slyly, "As far as I know, this industry is very dark." ”

The mining industry has always been a very dangerous industry, even in the previous life when the technology has been very developed, the newspaper news still reports from time to time that a certain mine 'hole' collapsed and other dangerous accidents, not to mention in this ancient technology backward times? Jing Daoshan has no martial arts now, if it is sold to a black-hearted mine owner, this will be the days to come...... Hey......

"But, Xiaoyu, I still don't understand what this has to do with Jingdao Mountain." Fan Tong didn't understand Fan Xiaoyu's prompt at all, and still asked innocently, "Do you want to do this coal business?" ”

Fan Xiaoyu was paying attention to YY, and his face suddenly stiffened when he heard this. God, she's going to faint, has she been overestimating the IQ of the ancients? Why is it that she has already said so obviously, and this group of guys still doesn't understand her plan of punishment that balances perfection and evil?

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