The news of "eating meat with six folds" was finally accepted by the villagers of Jiangle Village, and the crowd cheered. Originally, there were not too many people in the village, but they all stood together and shouted something that everyone could hear.

However, the news of "eating meat with six folds" was shouted several times by the crowd, as if they were afraid that no one would hear it.

Seeing the villagers so elated, Lin Qingqing's heart was extremely complicated. She felt that this trick was quite bad, after all, before the crossing, she didn't like the barber of the hair salon who kept inviting her to apply for a card. But now she looked no different from theirs.

The reason why Lin Qingqing didn't expect the response to be so good was because she ignored the uncertainty of life in this era. For them, a move that can reap the benefits in the long term is far more tangible than paying them directly.

When the crowd cheered almost over, the poor village chief was pushed out again, and they seemed to have noticed that Lin Qingqing was more soft-hearted when treating the old man.

"Miss Lin, what are you going to do, just say it, you see that everyone is on the rise." The village chief said to Lin Qingqing.

Lin Qingqing looked at the village chief who was constantly being pushed out like a tool, and sighed a little helplessly, leading the villagers to the mountain.

"The road, first of all, the road. There are villages on both sides of the road in the mountains, and the road can only be used by cutting down trees. Lin Qingqing said to the villagers who were in full swing.

"Then there are the mountains, everyone knows that our Jiangle Village is still inseparable from the mountains and forests. In the future, you may have to rely on the mountains to eat, so try to pick those that are crippled and unhealthy to cut down the trees.

Also, don't cut down space, don't cut down some hundred-year-old wood, those wood is too hard to make charcoal......"

Lin Qingqing was talking, and found that the crowd looked at her with doubts in their eyes.

She slapped her head and realized that she had made some more mistakes. The villagers wanted to know what they were going to do more than why they were doing it.

"Hua Ming, you go mark the trunk of the tree and arrange the villagers." Lin Qingqing turned to look at Hua Ming, who was looking at her with interest, but didn't speak much.

Over the course of a few days, the logging process went very well. The two sides of the main roads have been cut out of a considerable distance, making the originally rugged and small mountain roads much wider.

The logging of the woods in the mountains is also smooth, and a lot of wood is dragged from the mountains and forests every day and piled up in the open space west of Jiangle Village.

Lin Qingqing, on the other hand, was directing some of his workers to build charcoal stoves out of mud. It was precisely because of the decrease in the number of visitors that Lin Qingqing's subordinates vacated many idle workers.

They built a big stove, about the depth of a man. There was a hole in the bottom for firewood, and on top was a huge bowl with many small holes at the bottom.

The method of making charcoal is not difficult. Only a part of the wood needs to be burned on the fire, and after the wood is heated, it is semi-sealed, so that the wood is always burned out of smoke but never lit.

The specific method is to wait for the wood to come, put it in a 'big bowl', burn it until it is three mature, and cover the top of the wood with wet mud to 'suffocate' the wood.

And this cooking process lasted three whole days. The smoke from making charcoal rose straight into the sky, and even from three miles away, it looked incredibly obvious.

The manufacturing process is very smooth, and the next thing is basically to send someone to arrange the wood and equipment to be sent for the next furnace. But in the past three days, Lin Qingqing kept running around at both ends, and he almost broke his leg from exhaustion.

"Huh? Look, isn't that the direction of Jiangle Village over there? Is there a fire? ”

"It's not like a fire, the smoke is straight, it's supposed to be burning something."

"Let's go, go over and see what the hell the people in Jiangle Village are doing."

It was such a casual reason that the number of visitors to Jiangle Village suddenly skyrocketed, and there were four shops in the village, and Lin Qingqing was busy with how to properly entertain visitors with not many human resources.

Originally, it took a lot of people to make charcoal, but Lin Qingqing had already transferred a lot of people, and now the store was suddenly full, which made Lin Qingqing feel inexplicably big.

But fortunately, in addition to the people who came to see the excitement, the news that Lin Qingqing was making charcoal also spread.

"Did you hear that? Jiangle Village is going to sell charcoal. A foot trader discussed with another.

"Can this charcoal be sold?" Another asked.

"I think it's hanging, everyone in the nearby village will go to the mountains to cut wood, so how can they buy this charcoal. The rich people in the town would want it, but to get it there, they had to break their legs. One of them analyzed.

Other people also think the same way, and Lin Qingqing himself thinks the same way. But it didn't take long for Lin Qingqing to find that these charcoal were unexpectedly good sellers.

First of all, the villagers did not burn charcoal before, but usually one person burned it in a small stove, thirty percent of the wood was used as fuel, thirty percent of the charcoal was released, and the rest was lost in the process of 'stuffing'.

So in the eyes of most people, burning charcoal is too wasteful, and what can you do with ten percent of the wood burned out of three percent of the charcoal? However, the efficiency of kiln firing is completely different from that of a small stove.

Lin Qingqing found that as long as 50% of wood is used as fuel, 80% of charcoal can be produced. This output is quite amazing, and at this rate, Lin Qingqing will soon be able to prepare enough charcoal for his winter needs.

And the reason why the leftover charcoal sells well is actually very obvious - cheap. In addition, it does not smoke and burns for a long time, so it is very suitable for cooking or burning the kang.

Of course, the people who swore at the time that the charcoal would not be sold might have declared that they would not buy it for the sake of face, but in the end these people would still buy some of it when they were blackened by the smoke from the burning of the wood.

The amount of ordinary family usage is not large, but it can't withstand the number of people in the neighborhood, and if everyone wants to use some, the number is also very considerable.

Recently, the foot-traders have also set their sights on the charcoal. Although it is not expensive per unit, it is very light in weight and sells very well, and you can get rid of it when you get to a new place. It is very suitable as a ballast product.

In this way, this charcoal has actually become the second thing to go out in Jiangle Village. And these charcoals actually brought a stable source of customers to Jiangle Village.

Before the charcoal kiln was burned, Lin Qingqing's face was burned a little red, but she herself was looking at the numbers on the account book in a daze.

"If I can close the gap if I go, what are the plans to do later?" Lin Qingqing patted his head and said.

It didn't take long for Xiao Ling to run in and tell Lin Qingqing a good news that he hadn't seen for a long time - the guests from the town were here again.