Charcoal?


    For these three people who can enter and leave the court, they are not so strange.


    As early as the Western Han Dynasty, coal was used in small quantities as court fuel, and even there were special mining institutions, which were excavated by the government.


    It was just that the thing used as firewood was used for carving. For a time, these people couldn''t recognize it.


    After finding out the origin of this thing, Li Wanqing was even more confused.


    "Since you know it''s charcoal, it''s not worth the price."


    "Besides, how can you get rich with this charcoal? Do you want to sell it to these people?"


    After hearing this, Wu Tong shook his head. He was born in the countryside and knew a lot about the daily life of farmers.


    "When this thing is burned, it is full of smoke and peculiar smell. It is only used when making iron in the palace and boiling water."


    "Ordinary people have to wait for the new year''s festival to light wax. It''s enough to beat more firewood."


    "It''s too difficult to sell to the people!"


    Princess Changle couldn''t help wondering and blurted out.


    "Yes! Princes and ministers have a lot of charcoal in their homes, and they disdain to use such black things. Let alone sell them, it will be difficult for them to use them."


    Three people, you say a word and I say a word, it seems that the charcoal is worthless.


    Tang Hao did not refute, but let them say that after all, cognition is limited, and it is useless to say more.


    Early the next morning, the vendor was on time. He waited by yesterday''s stall early. They got on the carriage and drove to the place where the coal was excavated.


    The place was not far away, and it was half an hour before the foot of the wasteland. Several farmers were digging in the pit with hammerhead shovel.


    The merchant smiled, bent over and bowed his hands.


    "Childe, this is it."


    "It was originally a tunnel to be buried. Our group dug up the stone. It was unlucky and dark, so we asked the owner to change the land."


    "They are all acquaintances of the villagers. How many stones do you want? Let''s dig them for you as soon as possible."


    Seeing that the man was honest, Tang Hao waved his hand slightly and said.


    "No, you can leave on your own."


    "This place will be taken over by the government in the future."


    After throwing down several pieces of money, these farmers looked very excited. They didn''t have time to take the money and hoes. They ran away. They were probably afraid that the foolish childe would repent.


    Yang Ming was not the only one who had the gift of Yang Ming. He came with a soldier, a cart, a hoe, a shovel and a chisel.


    Just arrived at the scene, I saw Tang Hao standing on the barren slope, looking at a big pit below, and quickly persuaded him.


    "Hou Ye! This thing can''t be burned casually! It will kill you!"


    Tang Hao heard a strange story. For the first time, he heard that the coal would kill him!


    Squinting at Yang Ming for a long time, Tang Hao asked.


    "How does this charcoal kill?"


    "Why didn''t this coal make iron in the Imperial Palace cause harm?"


    Yang Ming glanced around and looked mysterious. He came forward and fell in Tang Hao''s ear.


    "The imperial palace is the place of dragon veins. Naturally, there are real dragons to suppress. Our place is too far from the imperial city. These evil things will take the opportunity to make trouble."


    "Last year, several villagers found it here. Several villagers took these charcoal home as firewood and put several pots by the bed for heating at night. They didn''t get up the next day!"


    Speaking of this, Yang Ming seems to be afraid, and his voice is smaller.


    "Lord Hou! It''s very evil to say that. The villager has no scars around him. The doctor has seen it. There is no trace of poisoning, but he is so quiet that he can''t see anything different!"


    "People in the village say that it''s evil. It''s half red and can provoke ghosts!"


    Tang Hao understood. Isn''t this carbon monoxide poisoning? Where ghosts claim their lives again?


    In fact, the probability of such a thing happening is very low.


    Most ancient buildings were made of wood, which was not well sealed and would leak everywhere.


    Maybe the villagers closed the doors and windows too tightly, and there were too many burning charcoal, so they finally blamed the ghosts for their crimes.


    But I can also understand that, after all, in this era of lack of science, it is difficult to find out the cause of death!


    Tang Hao patted Yang Ming on the shoulder, smiled and said.


    "Lord Yang kindly reminded me that Tang took the lead."


    "Tang also has a magic weapon, which is given by an expert to suppress this evil."


    "Don''t worry! The charcoal is dug at will, but it is beside the mansion to make a vacant space and pile it there."


    Yang Ming has heard of the supernatural powers invented by Tang Hao. Since Tang Hao has a way to frighten ghosts and gods, Yang Ming won''t ask any more questions.


    The tools originally used to fill the pit have now become tools for excavation and mining.


    As for the reserves of this underground charcoal, Tang Hao was not sure, so he had to remove the soil layer above first and dig down layer by layer.


    Looking at the hoe, the shovel taxi soldier, Tang Hao said.


    "When it''s hot, dig in turns and pay more attention to rest. Don''t dig too deep to avoid collapse."


    Then he looked at Yang Ming beside him and said.


    "Tomorrow, find some long bamboo poles and prepare some wood logs for us to use."


    Yang Ming didn''t know how to dig the charcoal, so Tang Hao honestly accepted what Tang Hao ordered.


    Leave two overseers to go around the mansion with Tang Hao to find a wide field.