Five-year-old little girl: Mom has thousands of acres of material space

Jiang Xiaoxiao's sharp eyes quickly saw many stones on the slope not far away. She quickly pulled Jiang Wei: "Mom, can those stones work?"

Jiang Wei walked over and took a closer look, shook his head and said: "The surface of these limestones has been weathered and cannot be used."

"That's it..." Jiang Xiaoxiao was slightly frustrated.

"But since there is limestone here, there must be a lot of limestone around." Jiang Wei said and looked around, and she found quite a few.

She waved her hand and put them all into the space.

After finding the stone, Jiang Xiaoxiao thought she was going back home, but she saw her mother taking out another hatchet and starting to chop down the surrounding trees.

Jiang Wei explained: "These limestones only need to be burned for a week to get lime. We don't have enough firewood at home, so we have to chop some back."

Jiang Xiaoxiao also picked up some branches from the side.

When it was time to go back, her mother carried the bundle of branches she had picked up on her back, and the wood she chopped was put into the space and brought back.

When he got home, Jiang Wei did not rush to bake the lime, but moved the wood in the space into the kiln for burning.

This is partly to preheat the newly built kiln, and partly to burn some charcoal for calcining lime.

This was ancient times, and naturally there were not as abundant fuels as in modern times, such as natural gas and oil.

Jiang Xiaoxiao saw the wood being fired in the kiln and remembered that there would be snowstorms in winter, so she said, "Mom, let's prepare more firewood for the winter. I heard from Grandpa Lizheng that this winter will be very cold."

Jiang Wei kept throwing wood into the kiln, and said without raising his head when he heard the words: "It's okay, you don't have to be afraid, I have an electric oven, an electric blanket and a heater in my space. When the winter gets cold, just take them out and use them. "

Jiang Xiaoxiao: "..."

Then, she raised her little face and pretended to be confused and asked: "Mom, what are the electric ovens and heaters you are talking about? Do they use the same electricity as the ice machine?"

Her dear mother, let’s not talk about whether these things can be used. At least they must have electricity to drive them...

Jiang Weiwen paused for a moment, looked at the kiln in front of him and murmured: "You're right, it can't be used without electricity..."

After being reminded by Jiang Xiaoxiao, Jiang Wei, who realized that the heater in her space was not working, instantly became aware of the crisis. This was ancient times, and heating methods still relied on fire. Firewood and coal were needed to start the fire, but there was no such thing in her space yet. Coal is a resource.

She quickly stuffed the wood into the kiln, then stood up, patted the remaining ashes on her hands, and said to Jiang Xiaoxiao: "Pack it up, let's go to the town to buy it now."

Jiang Xiaoxiao was stunned: "Eh? Now?!"

Are you in such a hurry?

"It just so happens that the ice cubes in the cellar are almost ready. I stopped by the Yuelai Building and informed Jiang Yu that I can come to pick up the goods."

Before Jiang went to the well to fetch water for cleaning, Old Man Zhao came back with his carriage while he was talking.

Chunmiao jumped out of the car and rushed into the yard impatiently. She held a money bag in her arms and looked heavy.

It wasn't until she returned to Jiang's house that her heart that had been raised all the way came back to reality.

God knows how scared she was of carrying the nearly ten taels of silver along the way. She was afraid of losing it, so she kept hiding in the compartment of the carriage and did not dare to show her face.

"Aunt Jiang, all the goods have been delivered. Here is the money." Chunmiao hurriedly handed the money bag to Jiang Wei as soon as she got out of the car.

Jiang Wei weighed it gently with his hands twice and found that the number was accurate. It was indeed possible to leave the delivery to the Chunmiao Office.

She readily paid Chunmiao her wages. With the fifteen cents she had just received, Chunmiao was not as afraid as before and refused to accept it. Over the past few days, her mentality had changed a lot. She was no longer as timid as before, but Becoming braver and more independent.

After leaving Zhao Lailai, she knew that only through her own efforts could she support the broken family again. Only by working hard to make money could she, like Aunt Jiang, prevent the villagers from bullying her mother and son.

This change is good. Jiang Xiaoxiao on the side silently sees it in her heart. Sister Chunmiao has made changes through the past few days. This is a good thing.

With motivation, life will move forward.

Jiang Xiaoxiao watched Chunmiao leave happily, then turned around and was picked up by her mother into the carriage, "Sit tight, let's go to the town to buy coal now."

Jiang Xiaoxiao shook her head helplessly. Her mother was really a person of action. She would do whatever she decided to do immediately without any delay.

When he arrived in the town, Jiang Wei drove the carriage straight to the East Kiln on West Street.

Dong Kiln is the largest private kiln in Yong'an Town. In addition to specializing in firing bricks, tiles and celadon, it also sells coal.

Entering the kiln shop in the front yard, Jiang Xiaoxiao saw an old man collecting slag inside, and said bluntly: "Grandpa, we want to buy coal."

Coal is coal. People in this era usually call coal coal because it is mined from the ground, just like stone.

"Buy charcoal?" The old man stood up and walked over, his face full of confusion: "Why are you buying charcoal in this hot day?"

Jiang Wei said concisely and concisely: "I want to build a house at home and burn some bricks and tiles for it."

"Oh." The old man nodded suddenly, and then used his dark old hands to push out a large number of steel scales from the corner, "How many scales do you want to weigh?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the steel scale, and then at the price written on the paper next to it: 60 cents per scale for coal.

This scale can hold almost ten kilograms, which works out to six cents per kilogram.

The price was actually cheaper than she had imagined.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was surprised.

A bundle of firewood sold on the street costs at least seven or eight cents. In winter, it is even more expensive, with people buying more than ten cents. Unexpectedly, the price of coal in ancient times was not as high as that of a bundle of firewood.

But speaking of it, coal had basically no other use in ancient times besides burning fires for heating.

Except for those who specialize in firing kilns and selling bricks, tiles, and porcelain, ordinary people basically don't use coal.

After all, people in ancient times mostly used firewood for heating, especially people in rural areas. They could just go up the mountain and pick up a lot of firewood for use, so there was no need to spend money on coal.

For wealthy people, they would not use coal. Once coal is burned, it will produce a lot of smoke, which is not only smoky, but also poisonous and dizzy.

Therefore, the richer the family, the less they look down on coal. They use specially burned charcoal for heating in winter, such as silver wire charcoal, which has a surface like hoarfrost, is smokeless when burned, and is not easy to extinguish. , placed indoors in winter can make people feel warm and spring-like all day long.

However, the price of these charcoal specially used for heating is not cheap, far from that of coal.

Jiang Wei asked for two hundred kilograms of coal in one breath.

She wanted to buy much more than that, but the carriage could hold so much.