Now that it has been determined that the enemy of the family is the enemy, then there is only one way to win over the people.

Otherwise, the family and the people are on opposite sides at the same time, not to mention Yao Yu, the immortals will die when they come.

The so-called people-oriented.

Thinking of this, Yao Yu nodded, and thought of a way tomorrow to see if he could distribute these coals to the people.

Of course, if the asking price is too high, even Yao Yu can only give up.

With this thought, Yao Yu quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, he got up early and went out and chatted with the subordinates of the Taishou Mansion. From his subordinates, he learned that the guy who delivered coal today was waiting at the back door.

Immediately, Yao Yu thanked him and went to the back door alone.

When he arrived, the bookkeeper in the Taishou Mansion was settling accounts with the grandfather and grandson who sold charcoal.

When he saw Yao Yu, Mr. Bookkeeper hurriedly stopped and politely said, "Lord Yao, you are here."

Yao Yu snorted and waved his hand, "It's okay, you get busy first, I'll just go around and relax."

The bookkeeper agreed, and turned his head to continue to calculate the price with the grandfather and grandson who sold charcoal.

"A total of 648 catties of charcoal, according to the market price, a catty of good charcoal is money." said. He snapped and began to calculate.

"Your charcoal is nine thousand seven hundred and twenty dollars, right?"

The old man who sold charcoal nodded: "Yes, yes, it's good."

The bookkeeper took out 9,800 yuan from his body: "Well, this is your salary, and the extra 80 wen should be given to you." Don't forget to leave the good charcoal for Taishou-sama tomorrow, do you know?"

The old man was happy and kept saying thank you to the bookkeeper.

The bookkeeper waved his hand, very boldly, and turned around and led the people to bring the charcoal in.

When passing by Yao Yu, he also had a polite conversation with Yao Yu.

After comparing the account room and the subordinates, Yao Yu tilted his head to look at the grandfather and grandson who sold charcoal.

The two of them came to sell charcoal early in the morning, and their hands and faces were red from the cold north wind.

Moreover, because of his shabby clothes, Yao Yu even saw that the old man's ears were frozen and pus and scabbed.

"Grandpa, our charcoal is sold out so quickly, can I eat halva today?"

Just as Yao Yu was observing the grandfather and grandson, the little grandson raised his head and asked expectantly.

The old man was very happy, and patted the money bag on his body: "Eat, is two yuan enough?"

The little grandson was overjoyed and shouted the slogan of long live his grandfather.

While laughing, the grandfather and grandson got into the donkey cart and planned to go home.

Seeing this, Yao Yu shouted, "Old man, slow down."

The old man stopped when he heard this, turned his head and saw Yao Yu, his face was full of astonishment: "This lord, is there anything wrong with you?"

Yao Yu was wearing silk, no more than coarse linen, and at a glance he knew that he was not an ordinary person.

No, the old man got off the donkey cart very politely and looked at Yao Yu with a puzzled face.

Yao Yu smiled, stepped forward, and looked down at the many charcoal slags in the donkey cart. Make small talk with the old man.

"Uncle, this car is almost six catties of charcoal, how much money can you earn at one time?"

The old man didn't understand what Yao Yu meant, but he still replied seriously: "If you go back to the adult, after deducting the cost and time, it will be the entire one or two hundred wen."

Yao Yu was taken aback: "So little?"

The old man nodded: "This is not a small amount, after all, you have to spend money to buy raw charcoal from the official family, and then process it yourself when you come back." There's not much profit left. Let's make ends meet."

Hearing this, Yao Yu was silent, and said in his heart that it would be impossible to reduce the price of coal.

After all, a few hundred catties of charcoal can only earn one or two hundred wen, no matter how low, no matter how low it is, people who sell charcoal will not be able to live.

"Uncle, haven't you ever thought about making charcoal yourself?"

The old man shook his head: "Why haven't I thought about it, but this kind of charcoal is not resistant to burning, and the fire power is low. And in terms of price, it is not cheaper than the raw carbon bought by the government. You make your own charcoal, fundamentally

Nobody wants it. After all, it's better to buy charcoal from the official family and make it yourself."

Yao Yu nodded, and said in his heart that the charcoal he made artificially was still quite complicated, after all, there were only a few kinds of wood suitable for making charcoal, and because of the war, a lot of wood was cut down to make siege equipment, where is there any surplus to make charcoal.

Alas, speaking of which, the most bitter thing is still the people.

Thinking like this, Yao Yu saw that there was a lot of crushed charcoal in the donkey cart, and there were more than ten catties and twenty catties in the pile.

No, Yao Yu looked curious and asked the old man: "Uncle, I see that there are still a lot of cinders here, why don't you sell these to the bookkeeper just now?"

The old man shook his head: "This lord, you are joking, who wants these charcoal slags, it is not easy to burn at all. These things should be thrown away from scraps."

Yao Yu sighed: "How can you say that these are sold by the catty, there are two or three hundred Wen."

"That's no way, no one wants it, this thing can't be burned at all, it's useless."

Yao Yu sighed, and an idea suddenly popped up in his heart.

Is this cinder so cheap, if these cinders are made a second time, then there are raw materials for heating the people?

Not to mention anything else, Yao Yu has a lot of ways to make use of these carbon slags.

The simplest is briquettes.

As a person who has crossed over, Yao Yu made briquettes a lot when he was a child.

There is no way, his biological parents don't care, Yao Yu is similar to a free-range one, in order to take care of himself, he has learned a lot of skills.

When he was a child, every winter, he pulled coals to make briquettes.

Although there are no tools for making briquettes in this era, as long as they are simple and plastic, they can be easily burned, and there is no need to make them into the shape of honeycomb coal.

No, Yao Yu still remembers the proportion of briquettes.

The ratio of coal to yellow mud is generally maintained at about 8 to 7, and the appropriate amount of water is mixed together.

In this way, it is not only more resistant to burning than raw coal, but also saves trouble.

Thinking like this, Yao Yu instantly came to his senses and asked the old man, "Uncle, how much do you sell these cinders?"

The old man paused for a moment: "Sell? No, no, no, no, not for sale."

Yao Yu was stunned: "Why?"

The old man smiled: "This lord, no one will buy this kind of leftovers. If you want, I'll give it to you."

Yao Yu waved his hand: "That's not good, I can't take yours for nothing."

As he spoke, Yao Yu took out a hundred yuan from his body and handed it to the old man: "In this way, I bought these cinders."

The old man was frightened: "My lord, you have a lot of money. Really, I don't dare to take ten wen if you give it, how can there be so much for a hundred. Doesn't that make me a fool?"

Yao Yule laughed: "It's okay, it's okay, it's not easy for you, if there are more, just buy halva for my child."

When the old man heard this, he was overjoyed: "Then don't dirty your hands, my lord, I'll put these cinders up for you."

As he spoke, he found a pocket and started working with fighting spirit.