I don't want to be a saint

Chapter 14 What does the candle represent?money!
Driven by the desire to make money, Guo Yi couldn't wait to ask: "Dare to ask Master, where is the ink lake you mentioned?"

The monk was stunned for a moment, looked up at the surroundings, and looked up at the sun again. After identifying the direction, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the south: "The south is not far from here, just go over the mountain ridge in front."

While talking, he raised his arm and circled it: "The poor monk set off from Yanglin Village last year to Zhangmen Village in the south of the mountain. He didn't want to take a detour, so he turned over this mountain ridge and picked herbs along the way. On the way, he encountered a lake blocking the way. , whose water is as black as ink."

Ah!This monk is quite vigorous, how dare he climb over mountains and mountains by himself.Treat wolves, tigers and leopards as nothing!

I don't know why.

"oops!"

After hearing this, Yang Lijie patted his head and shouted loudly: "You said that, I have heard of the big lake that is as dark as ink. I think that when the old Taoist priest was still alive, the third uncle and the others accompanied the old Taoist priest to the mountains. Gathering herbs, I have also been to that valley.”

"That's not ink, and it's not carbon. If I remember correctly, it's oil, as it says in the book."

"Oil?" Several people were taken aback by this new word they had never heard of, and looked at Guo Yi full of doubts.

my country is one of the first countries in the world to discover, exploit and use petroleum.

The earliest record of oil can be found in Ban Gu's "Hanshu-Geographical Records": Gaonu has Wei (wei) water, which can be dipped in.Gaonu is located in Yan'an, Shaanxi. Wei (wei) water is a tributary of the Yanhe River, and Zhan is the ancient character for burning.

The meaning of this sentence is: There is something like oil on the surface of the water that can burn.It can be seen that in the Han Dynasty nearly 2000 years ago, combustible Shaanxi oil was discovered in our country.

"Well, oil. That is the legendary fire oil!"

What he said was very thorough, but these rough guys in Yanglin Village still don't know.

Only Monk Deyuan was taken aback, his eyes widened, he looked at Guo Yi in disbelief, and asked in a rough voice: "Fire oil? You said that black ink is fire oil?"

He couldn't help but be surprised, the reputation of Menghuoyou is too great.

This monk Deyuan has traveled far and wide, and he is well-informed, but the fierce fire oil is now a military supply, and no one else can see it.

He had only heard of it, too.

Guo Yi nodded silently, looked up at the group of rough men with confused faces, and explained with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You don't need to understand the fierce kerosene or something. But it has a kind of attachment, paraffin wax."

At the end, I solemnly added: "The kind of paraffin that can be used as a candle!"

"Candles?" Yang Liwen couldn't help but raise his voice an octave, and suddenly approached him, confirming again: "Can you make candles?"

"Ah."

With his confirmation, all the people present couldn't help short of breath, swallowed with some effort, and stared at him firmly.

What does the candle represent?
money!
Food, new clothes, build a new house, marry a wife for your son!
No one can resist this temptation.

Monk Deyuan was even more curious about this handsome young man in front of him. Unlike other scholars, he either stayed at home and studied hard, or participated in various literary and poetry meetings non-stop.

Fortunately, he not only learned how to cook a kang from books, but also searched for clues to find stone carbon, and even deduced fierce fire oil from his own few words.

I just don't know if his guess is true.

Thinking of this, Monk Deyuan asked more eagerly than others: "Are you sure that the ink lake is really fierce oil? Besides, why haven't I heard that fierce oil can be used to make candles?"

Guo Yi smiled brightly: "Whether it's burning oil, or whether it can make candles, let's go and have a look and then we'll know."

Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

Yang Liwen slapped his thigh fiercely, "Brother Yi is right, let's go and have a look."

"Yes, Brother Yi is a scholar, and he is well-informed!"

"Let's listen to Brother Yi!"

Everyone else echoed Yang Lijie's opinion, and turned to look at Guo Yi, letting him make up his mind.

Guo Yi habitually raised his wrist to look at his watch, but he lifted it halfway, then put it down in a slump, and closed his eyes in pain.

Hemp egg!

Another day without a watch.

Looking up at the west-slanting sun, "I can't catch up today, let's go early tomorrow morning. Let's divide into two teams. One team will continue digging for paraffin, and the other team will follow me to find paraffin wax."

………………

There are more than 300 households in Yanglin Village, less than [-] people.There are only two surnames Yang and Lin.

Among them, the Yang family accounted for more than half, living in the south of the village.The Lin family is in the minority and lives in the north of the village.

Yanglin Village has been established for more than 200 years, and the Yang and Lin surnames have intermarried with each other.But the two big families are not in harmony, and there are a lot of disputes.

Because, in this closed mountain village, all kinds of resources are fixed, and if one family takes up too much, the other family will suffer.

Although there are very few big fights, there are actually not many fights in the dark.

Most of Yanglin Village lives by the river, and there is a wooden bridge leading to the east bank of the river in each of the lands of the Yang and Lin families.

Just beside the wooden bridge in the north, there is a tall ancestral hall, which is the ancestral hall of the Lin family.

In the courtyard opposite the ancestral hall, the oil lamps were flickering, two old men with gray hair and beards were sitting at the main seat, and three middle-aged men were sitting scattered around.

"I heard that Lao Yang's family made a fire kang for Lao Shizi?" The white-haired old man on the left of the main seat was speaking, and his gray hair was very thin.

The middle-aged man opposite him is a one-eyed dragon, one of the eye sockets is sunken, and the content inside has been lost. He holds a wine gourd in his left hand, pours it into his mouth non-stop, and wipes it with his sleeve in a rough manner. Mouth: "I even said that I have heard that you are beating around the bush! Your third daughter will marry into Lao Yang's family as a daughter-in-law!"

The rough voice was full of contempt and sarcasm.

"Snapped!"

The short middle-aged man on the left of Cyclops patted the table, frowned and gave him a sideways glance: "Second, why are you talking to Uncle Second?"

"whispering sound!"

Cyclops didn't even look at him, poured wine into his mouth, wiped his mouth with his sleeve again, and taunted mercilessly: "It's a big village, the south of the village can smell shit, and the north of the village can smell it." It smells bad. Yang Laosan is working on the heated kang, and Yang Laoer is taking people to the house to pick up coal."

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man on the right with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and a big mole at the corner of his mouth immediately continued: "The black rock that Yang Laosan picked was dug on the 'Luming Mountain', 'Luming Mountain' It belongs to our Yanglin Village! Let me tell you, everyone in our Yanglin Village counts as one!"

"Ah bah!" Cyclops didn't finish the wine in his mouth, so he couldn't wait to spit on him: "You Lin San'er is shameless, I'm ashamed of you!"

Lin San'er, with a sharp mouth and big cheeks, suppressed his anger, raised his sleeves and wiped his face, then turned his head slightly to glance at the one-eyed dragon.

"What? What do you want?"

The one-eyed dragon sat cross-legged on the stool with a burly figure, holding the wine gourd with his left hand, and stared at him with the only one-eyed eye. The veins on the back of his right hand were bulging, and his fist the size of a casserole was ready at any time.

Lin San'er clenched her sleeve tightly with her right hand, not daring to be angry, not speaking, not to mention bullying, only panting heavily inwardly.

"Bah! You eggless melon!"

"Okay, second, don't say a few words." Seeing this, the short middle-aged man stretched out his sleeves and waved, persuading the two: "It's dark and cold, I didn't come here to hear you two bickering!"

The gray-haired old man with thinning hair frowned and sighed, knocked on the table with his fingers, and continued with a gloomy face: "We have to negotiate a solution!"

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