Yo, grandpa is here

Qingqing and Buli went through several failures in seven days, and finally controlled the temperature precisely, and burned charcoal that satisfied Qingqing.

Once you get the hang of it, successful replication is a matter of course.

In the next few days, Buli mobilized everyone to cut down trees, and the whole village mobilized to burn enough charcoal.

Buli and Qingqing decided to distribute the charcoal to the villagers who participated in the labor, so that everyone could spend the winter in peace, and sold the extra charcoal, and the money from the sale was his family's private property.

On the day of distributing charcoal, the whole village gathered at the entrance of the ancestral hall with great interest.

Qingqing said, try not to sell the charcoal that is distributed, because it will be very cold this winter, and she doesn't want anyone in the village to freeze to death.

Buli's work has destined him to be more sensitive to the weather than ordinary people. According to his analysis of the growth of the crops he has planted, there is a high probability that this year will be a cold winter, so he must make preparations for the cold in advance.

Burning charcoal takes time, especially felling wood and transporting it. Even if the whole village is mobilized, the production capacity will not be too high. After the cost of the whole village is guaranteed, there will be limited sales.

The principle is to stock up enough charcoal for the winter first, and then sell the excess. Like herbs, it is distributed according to work, and the husband and wife are not separated from each other for technology sharing.

The four dogs, mother and son also stood together with everyone happily.

When it came to them, Er Mao jumped right over.

"Second aunt, these are for you."

"Hey! Thank you, the two ancestors!" The second aunt laughed so hard that she couldn't see her eyes.

The four bitches are in a hurry.

"Ermao, I'm in front, why don't you tell me?"

"Grandpa Zu said, your family refuses to work, and you don't have any share in the charcoal. Also, the charcoal made by us 'fools', don't smoke you two!"

Ermao has been holding back these words for several days, just waiting for this moment, and he feels at ease when he speaks out.

cool, really cool!

No wonder Grandpa Zu said that a dog bites a man, but a man cannot bite a dog, so he just set up a big pot and stewed it with seasonings!
"Aren't you bullying honest people, and no one told me to share the charcoal—" the four bitches just said something, and Qingqing, who was standing in front, picked out her ears, meaning that if you say it again, the old lady didn't listen clear.

The four bitches were so frightened that they didn't dare to speak anymore, and led their son away in despair, the more they thought about it, the more angry they became.

In the past few days, the two ancestors were busy making charcoal and called out every day. She was afraid that her son would also be called, so she found an excuse to go back to her mother's house for a few days.

Now seeing that the second aunt got all the charcoal, and she was the only one in the village, she was so angry that the four bitches closed the door and cursed.

"Isn't it just broken charcoal? I don't want it too much. By the way, are there some things they don't want left outside the cave? Let's pick them up while everyone is in the ancestral hall."

"But Brother Ermao and the others said that it was burnt out."

"It doesn't matter if it's good or bad, just bring it back and talk about it—I don't believe it, this charcoal can only be used by them, we can't use it? Not only do I want to use it, but I also need to seal the house tightly so that there is no wind It can’t get in, it’s so warm!”

The couple left early and missed the precautions Qingqing gave to everyone about the use of popular science charcoal.

"Our charcoal is very good, which ensures that the charcoal can be fully burned, but we still have to pay attention to safety. When we use the charcoal basin, someone must watch it. Remove the basin when the room is hot, and don't burn the windows. die."

Carbon monoxide poisoning can occur if the charcoal is not fully burned. Qingqing checked the houses in the village and ventilated everywhere, especially the windows.

There is no glass in this meeting, and everyone's windows are not well sealed, so there is no need to worry about carbon monoxide poisoning, but it is not guaranteed. Some people want to seal the windows at a higher temperature. For safety reasons, it is necessary to explain clearly.

Qingqing explained the main points to everyone, and everyone took notes carefully.

The four sons and daughters who were absent missed this most critical part, and were busy stealing the failed products piled up there behind the village, enjoying themselves.

For making charcoal, Qingqing didn't call Lijia Village next door, nor did she ask Haojia Village to join her business, she just relied on the whole Yu family to keep busy and closed the door to make a fortune.

The small vegetables that have been planted have sprouted, most of which are crops that are not available in this era, and the small shoots are full of vitality.

Buli has been a little depressed these days, his expression is rare, and outsiders can't see it. As his pillow person, Qingqing can easily feel his unhappiness.

After repeated questioning, I found out that the winter rice he planted did not sprout, wasting precious seeds.

Although there are still some left, it is too late to sow seeds, so we can only try again next year.

"Isn't it rice? If you fail, you will fail. It's not like we don't have other rice to eat." Qingqing comforted him.

"It's different, this is my own rice"

Buli's voice is not as energetic as usual, which is really sad.

"Your rice? Is it your company's main product?"

Without leaving a nod, this is it.

His agricultural product company has quite a lot of projects, and these types of rice are the main products. This is the only type of winter rice. He really wants Qingqing to try it.

Because of the soil quality and climate, it was not planted, and it was very troublesome not to leave.

"My profiteer's main product, can't this be sold for more than ten yuan per catty?" Qingqing remembered that you could buy good-quality rice in supermarkets for ten yuan, while ordinary rice only cost a few yuan per catty.

"Add a zero to the end"

"!!!" Qingqing looked at this big profiteer in disbelief.

Buli nodded, heard it right, one hundred and eighty catties, the supply is still in short supply, the production is limited, that's why he really wanted her to eat it.

"Ah, I'm starting to feel bad too." Qingqing covered her heart.

More than 100 pounds of rice?Is the husk made of gold, or the rice grains? How delicious is that.

"There are still a few seeds left. I will find another place next year and continue to try with another soil quality. I have two other types of rice with better quality, but I can't plant them this season."

Buli looked up at her, there seemed to be a few large characters engraved on her aggrieved face, hurt, please comfort.

Qingqing felt distressed when she saw it, and she spread her arms to give him a loving hug.

Spreading his arms, he didn't wait for the handsome flower boy to be injured.

He turned away.

Qingqing:? ? ?
Why did you go here?
Buli rushed to the yard as fast as he could, locked the door, and under Qingqing's surprised eyes, took off his shoes, got on the kang and pulled the curtains, pulled out the mattress and spread it neatly, then hem down handsomely, and lay down, lay down.
She even posed for a pose!

"My lady, I think I need deeper comfort."

The rice planting has failed, and it needs to be cured by touching and touching it with the lady!

".I see where you need in-depth comfort. What you need is facial exfoliation, right? The thickness of your skin is about to set a record, right?"

Qingqing still maintains the high profile that a big sister should have, but her hands have already unbuttoned her clothes honestly.

The ancients said that one would be punished for prostitution and lust in the daytime, but that was what the ancients said, so what does it matter to her as a time traveler?
Seeing that half of the clothes had been taken off, they heard urgent shouts from outside the yard.

"Grandpa Clan! Granny Clan! Are you at home! Something happened!"

"I'll go!" Buli Meixuan became obscene, holding back his anger, and wanted to see what was going on.

"Uh, let me go. It might be inconvenient for you." Qingqing glanced pointedly, and then punched the pillow angrily without leaving her body.