"Open the kiln!"

Fat Miaoer raised her head and shouted, her voice piercing the sky, her little face was as cold as if she was carrying thousands of troops. Those who didn't know thought she was marching and fighting.

Fat Miaoer made the Zhang family, Hu family, Li Xiaodao and others laugh. The tense atmosphere disappeared invisibly, leaving only a faint expectation and hope.

They picked up their tools and walked forward quickly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A tough iron hammer hit the kiln. After one hammer, the kiln broke into pieces like a spider web.

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

As the hammer continued to fall, the hole became bigger and bigger.

Gradually, the things inside appeared in front of everyone, and then a wave of heat came to the face.

"Cough, cough!"

Old Man Zhang was so choked that he couldn't help coughing, and reached out to find out.

"It's just right, it's not too hot." He said.

I pulled out two burned wooden sticks and looked closely, and couldn't help but look disappointed in my eyes.

The wood was not burned enough, so charcoal did not form.

"Failed!"

Old Man Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, and his high mood also fell down.

"Grandpa Zhang, don't worry, let's take a look." Fat Miao'er quickly spoke out to comfort her.

Before sealing the kiln, she had given a vaccination to several people and told them that burning charcoal is a technical job, and it takes a little bit of exploration and slowly accumulating experience to take shape in one go.

Old Man Zhang also knew about this. He cheered up and took out all the wood from the first charcoal kiln with his two sons. Gradually, there was a smile on his face.

"There are no failures, there are still successes."

Old Man Zhang held a piece of shaped charcoal, and his withered hands kept trembling. Just as he was about to say that this was a good omen, the cheering voice of the three fathers and sons of the Hu family came over there.

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

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

He kept saying, "This kiln is burned, and charcoal is produced."

"Dad, we succeeded!"

The two sons looked at Hu's father excitedly.

Fat Miaoer, Li Xiaodao, Zhang family father and son heard the movement, and immediately put down the tools at hand and ran over.

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

It is straight and long, and it is clearly a dark thing, but it looks like silver light in their eyes.

Fat Miao'er smiled with her eyebrows and eyes curled up, her big black eyes narrowed into a slit, and she said with a crisp voice: "This is not charcoal, this is all silver."

That's right!

This is silver!

This statement has been unanimously recognized by everyone, and there is charcoal and silver.

With silver, there is land!

Can eat enough, wear warm clothes, and build a big house.

The country families have been digging food in the land all their lives. Now that the charcoal kiln has successfully produced charcoal, it means that they have their own business.

Those who do business are all businessmen. Even if they can’t be rich, they can at least have no worries about food and clothing.

"Hurry up, everyone will do it together and get out all the charcoal in the kiln. How much does it take to weigh it?"

Father Hu rubbed his hands and was eager to try.

In winter, he was sweating profusely. Even if the cool breeze blew, he would not feel any coldness with the warmth in his heart.

A quarter of an hour.

All three kilns were opened, and Fat Miao'er led everyone to collect the burned charcoal, a total of about 380 kilograms.

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

The third charcoal kiln was sealed late, and the wood was burned too much, and finally it only formed 120 to thirty kilograms.

Only the second kiln was successful. Since the kiln was digging small, the charcoal output was just over 200 kilograms.

Even so, everyone was still very happy. They hurriedly cleaned the cave, refilled the sawed wood, and lit the hole.

Standing in front of the charcoal kiln.

Old Man Zhang looked at everyone and said, "Don't worry, we have the first experience, and we will definitely take shape for the second time."

Old Man Zhang was full of confidence. What he was best at was finding ways to make money. He first boiled frogs and raised frogs. Finally, he decisively joined the group to burn charcoal.

This time he stared at the whole process and did it himself, and every change in the smoke was remembered by him.

With these, in time, he will surely ensure that the kiln will become charcoal.

"We should hire someone."

Without Fat Miao'er reminding me, Mr. Hu and Mr. Zhang took the initiative to propose recruiting workers.

"The ten people I found by Grandpa Lin before were good, down-to-earth, willing to work hard, and not fooling around."

Fat Miaoer suggested using them.

Father Hu and Old Man Zhang looked at each other: "Okay, we will use them this time."

"It's better to recruit a few more." The two of them said hesitantly.

If the charcoal kiln is completed as soon as possible, they can make money as soon as possible. After all, winter has arrived and there is not much time left.

Must be hurry up.

"Then hire ten more kiln diggers!" Fat Miao'er nodded and looked at Old Man Zhang. Father Hu said, "I'll ask Grandpa Zhang and Grandpa Hu for this matter."

"We should do our own business." Old Man Zhang laughed.

Father Hu nodded as well.

They all joined the group, how could they not take care of it?

Finally, several people discussed, ten people digging kilns and ten people cutting trees. The remaining Zhang family and Hu family father and son helped dig kilns while trimming the wood.

"How many kilns will we dig this time?"

Old Man Zhang looked at Fat Miaoer and Li Xiaodao, as if they had become the backbone of several people, and they did not feel contemptuous of their young age.

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

Li Xiaodao turned around and pointed, drawing a position in the void.

This was also what they had already discussed. The land surrounded by the foot of the mountain can only be opened at most ten small kilns.

"Okay, just ten."

...

The incident of charcoal coming out of the charcoal kiln soon spread in Dashi Village. Some people envy, some people jealous, and some people feel deeply moved.

"I didn't expect you to make trouble!" Manager Li looked at Fat Miaoer with a smile and smashed his tongue.

At the beginning, he didn't believe that Fat Miaoer and others could succeed.

The thing about charcoal burning is easier said than done.

If it was really that simple, every family had dug kilns and burned charcoal, so how could this profitable business be in the hands of a few people?

Who would have thought that the turn of things would be changed? Fat Miaoer and the others really succeeded.

What surprised Manager Li even more was that the two honest, honest, down-to-earth and hardworking families of the Old Hu family and the Old Zhang family actually believed the words of a six-year-old child.

Manager Li looked at Fat Miaoer with a different look.

"Did the recipe for burning charcoal really come from the caravan?"

Manager Li remembered that he followed Fat Miaoer throughout the whole process, but he didn't see Fat Miaoer find any strange things.

"real!"

Fat Miao'er widened her eyes, looked "sincerity" and nodded constantly.

"It was my third brother who bought it, and it cost fifty cents!"
Chapter completed!