Group pet little lucky girl: Jiaojiao bag brings the whole family rich

Chapter 135 Charcoal
"Open the kiln!"

Fat Miao'er raised her head and shouted, her voice piercing the sky, her small face was stern, as if she was carrying a mighty army, people who didn't know it thought she was marching to fight a war.

Fat Miao'er amused Zhang's family, Hu's family, Li Xiaodao and others, and the tense atmosphere disappeared, leaving only faint expectations and hopes.

They picked up their tools and walked forward quickly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The tough hammer hit the kiln mouth, and after one hammer, the kiln mouth was torn apart like a spider web.

"Bang! Bang!" Two more times, a small hole appeared in front of everyone.

As the hammer continued to fall, the hole also became larger and larger.

Gradually, the contents inside were presented to everyone, followed by a wave of heat.

"Cough, cough!"

Old man Zhang was so choked that he couldn't help coughing, and stretched out his hand to explore.

"Not hot, just right." He said.

He pulled out the two burnt wooden sticks, looked closely, and couldn't help showing disappointment in his eyes.

The wood was not fully burned, so no charcoal was formed.

"Failed!"

Old man Zhang let out a sigh of relief, and his high emotions also sank down.

"Grandpa Zhang, don't worry, let's take a look." Fat Miao'er quickly comforted him.

Before closing the kiln, she had already vaccinated several people, explaining to them that charcoal burning is a technical job, and it takes a little bit of exploration and accumulation of experience to take shape at one time.

The old man Zhang also knew this, he cheered up and dug out all the wood from the first charcoal kiln together with his two sons. Slowly, a smile appeared on his face.

"Not all failed, but some succeeded."

Old man Zhang was holding a piece of charcoal, his withered hands trembling constantly, just as he was about to say that this was a good omen, the cheers of the father and son of the Hu family came from over there.

"It's done! It's done! This kiln is done!"

Hu's father and Hu Lichun shouted excitedly, and even Hu Lidong, who was introverted, honest, quiet, and not good at words, burst into laughter.

He kept saying: "This kiln has been fired, charcoal is produced, charcoal is produced."

"Father, we succeeded!"

The two sons looked at Father Hu excitedly.

When Fat Miao'er, Li Xiaodao, Zhang's father and son heard the movement, they immediately put down their tools and ran over.

Several pairs of eyes stared at the charcoal in Father Hu's hand without blinking.

It was straight and long, and it was obviously pitch-black, but it was as scorching as silver light in their eyes.

Fat Miao'er smiled with crooked brows and big black eyes narrowed into slits, and said crisply: "This is not charcoal, it's all silver."

That's right!

This is silver!
This statement has been unanimously agreed by everyone. Where there is charcoal, there is silver.

Where there is silver, there is land!
Can eat enough, can wear warm clothes, and can build a big house.

People in the countryside have spent their entire lives planing on the land, and now the charcoal kilns are successfully producing charcoal, which shows that they have their own business.

Those who do business are all businessmen, even if they can't get rich, at least they can have enough food and clothing.

"Hurry up, let's work together, get all the charcoal out of the kiln, and weigh how much is out."

Father Hu rubbed his hands, eager to try.

In winter, he was sweating profusely from excitement, even if the cool wind blew, with the warmth in his heart, he would not feel any cold.

One quarter of an hour.

All three kilns were turned on, and Fat Miao'er led the crowd to gather the charcoal that had been burned, which weighed about 380 catties in total.

The wood at the edge of the first kiln was not fully burned, and only about fifty or sixty kilograms of charcoal was produced.

The third charcoal kiln was sealed late, and the wood was overburned, and in the end only [-] to [-] catties were formed.

Only the second kiln was successful. Due to the small excavation of the kiln, the charcoal output was just over [-] catties.

Even so, everyone was still very happy, and hurriedly cleaned up the cave dwelling, refilled the sawn wood, and sealed the cave entrance with fire.

Standing in front of a charcoal kiln.

The old man Zhang looked at the crowd and said, "Don't worry, we have had the first experience, and the second time will definitely take shape."

The old man Zhang is full of confidence. What he is best at is finding ways to make money. First, he cooks frogs, then raises frogs, and finally joins the group to burn charcoal.

This time, he stared at the whole process and did it himself, and every change in the smoke was engraved in his heart.

With these, in time, he will be able to guarantee that the kiln will turn into charcoal.

"We should hire someone."

Without Fat Miao'er's reminder, father Hu and old man Zhang took the initiative to recruit workers.

"The ten people that Grandpa Lizheng helped find before are good, they are down-to-earth, willing to work, and don't fool around."

Fat Miaoer suggested to use them.

Father Hu and old man Zhang looked at each other: "Okay, let's use them this time."

"It's best to recruit a few more." The two said hesitantly.

The sooner the charcoal kiln is completed, the sooner they can make money, after all, winter has come and there is not much time left.

Must hurry up.

"Then hire ten more kiln diggers!" Fat Miao'er nodded, looked at old man Zhang, and Father Hu said, "Let's leave this matter to Grandpa Zhang and Grandpa Hu."

"Our own business is what we should do." Old man Zhang laughed.

Father Hu also nodded.

They're all in the gang, so can they not worry about it!

In the end, several people discussed, ten people dug the kiln, ten people felled the tree, and the rest of the Zhang family and the Hu family father and son helped dig the kiln and repaired the wood at the same time.

"How many kilns shall we dig this time?"

The old man Zhang looked at Fat Miao'er and Li Xiaodao, as if they had become the backbone of the few people, and they did not feel contemptuous because of their young age.

"Let's open seven more, make up ten, Grandpa Zhang, what do you think of Grandpa Hu?"

Li Xiaodao turned and pointed, drawing the position in the void with his hand.

This is what they have discussed a long time ago. In the land surrounded by the foot of the mountain, only ten small kilns can be opened at most.

"Okay, just ten."

……

The story of the charcoal produced by the charcoal kiln quickly spread in Dashi Village. Some people envied, some were jealous, and some were deeply moved.

"I didn't expect you to really make a fuss!" Shopkeeper Li looked at Fat Miao'er with a smile, and smacked his tongue.

At first, he didn't believe that Fat Miao'er and the others could succeed.

Burning charcoal is easier said than done.

If it were really that simple, every family would dig kilns and burn charcoal. How could this lucrative business be in the hands of a few people.

Who ever wanted to turn around, Fat Miaoer and the others really succeeded.

What surprised Shopkeeper Li even more was that the old Hu family and the old Zhang family, two honest and hard-working families, actually believed the words of a six-year-old child.

Shopkeeper Li couldn't help but look at Fat Miao'er with a different look.

"The recipe for burning charcoal was really bought from a caravan?"

Shopkeeper Li remembered that he followed Fat Miao'er all the way, and he didn't see Fat Miao'er find anything unusual.

"real!"

Fat Miao'er's eyes widened, with a "sincere" expression on his face, and he kept nodding.

"My third brother bought it, and it cost fifty yuan!"

Fat Miao'er stretched out five fingers, making exaggerated gestures.

(End of this chapter)