Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

Honghui suddenly had an idea and recalled a scene from his memory. It was more than two hundred years later, and people at that time basically used honeycomb coal for heating.

A small coal stove can be used for a day with two or three pieces of coal in it, and the smoke is much less. The most important thing is that the price is very low, much cheaper than using coal alone. But after all, it is still coal, and the carbon toxicity can still harm people's lives.

However, these days, poor people have trouble even getting food and drink, and what they need is cheap coal, not charcoal, which is less dangerous but more expensive, so honeycomb coal is still feasible.

But how is honeycomb briquettes made?

Honghui fell into deep thought! He had seen the real thing several times and knew that honeycomb briquettes were shaped like honeycombs, but he had never seen the production process.

Honeycomb briquettes seem to be mixed with loess, right? Are the coal blocks and loess mixed together? Or is there something else mixed in?

"Squeak..."

Gao Wuyong pushed open the door and walked in, followed by Zhao Quanshun.

"Thank you for your kindness, my lord. I have come here specially to express my gratitude!"

Honghui took a few steps and helped the man up himself: "Eunuch Gao, there is no need to be so polite. I have troubled you a lot before. What is a bowl of milk tea? Eunuch Gao works hard and wholeheartedly. My father and I have seen it."

Gao Wuyong even said he dared not, and said with great trepidation: "I am not worthy of the praise from the eldest prince. It is my duty to do my best for the prince and the eldest prince."

Honghui did not continue to argue with him, but took the opportunity to ask: "Eunuch Gao, does your family use coal for heating?"

Gao Wuyong was startled for a moment, then he replied honestly, "To answer the eldest brother, coal is toxic and only servants in the mansion use it."

Honghui was delighted and asked immediately, "Does Curry have any extra ones?"

"The masters don't need coal, so they distributed it to the servants at the beginning of the month. And because next month is the Chinese New Year, the coal for next month was also distributed. Now there are only a few dozen kilograms left in the warehouse for backup. After the first month of the year, it will be spring, and there will be no need for coal then!"

Honghui sighed in disappointment. He couldn't ask the servants for coal in a big way, could he? And he couldn't go out to dig when it snowed. Wasn't that a way to do the experiment?

Later, he reluctantly mentioned the matter to his mother.

"Mother, my son read an interesting story in a book. In ancient times, coal was made into briquettes for smelting iron. Loess was added to the briquettes, and there were gaps in the middle, so they were very resistant to burning. I wonder if it's true?"

Yixiu replied in confusion: "This is the first time that mother has heard of this. Nowadays, coal is just a piece of coal. It has a strong smell of smoke and carbon poison. It is not banned, so it is a good thing. You don't need that thing. Only poor civilians will burn it to keep warm."

Coal! That's not a good thing!

Yixiu felt deeply that every winter in the Ulanala mansion was too hard to endure. As a little concubine, silver frost charcoal was a fantasy, and black charcoal was sometimes deducted. Because she was not good at money, she was forced to use the money to ask someone to buy coal for her use.

However, she would only burn coal when the situation was most difficult, because coal contains carbon toxicity. She didn't want to freeze to death, nor did she want to die alone from carbon toxicity.

Those days and nights of fear seemed like yesterday. She had been struggling for more than a decade and had been on the verge of despair several times, but fortunately she had managed to survive. Yixiu had experienced the most embarrassing situation, so she was always worried about her status as a concubine's daughter!

Honghui keenly sensed that his mother was not in the right mood, so he quickly spoke up to draw her attention back to himself, "I know everything you said, but I'm a little curious. How did the ancients make coal into durable briquettes? Why didn't anyone in the Qing Dynasty do this? Was it lost? It would be great if such a good thing really existed!"

Yixiu smiled and said, "You are just kidding. If it is really a good thing, why didn't it pass down? But since you are a little curious, I will fulfill your wish. However, the dozens of kilograms in the warehouse are not enough for you to deal with. When the snow stops and the snow on the road melts, I will ask someone to buy you some more."

Honghui hugged her and said coquettishly, "Mother is so good to me. I like you the most, and my second favorite is my father."

Yixiu smiled from ear to ear and let her son rub against her arms.

"It's just some coal. You can get one pound for one penny. How much can you use? Mother will buy you a hundred pounds of coal first, and then arrange two servants to listen to your orders. If you have anything to do, tell them to do it. Don't do it yourself! The coal is black and dirty..."

Honghui just kept saying: "Mother is so nice!"

This was beyond his expectation! Honghui did not expect his mother to agree to his request so easily. She was obviously skeptical about what he said, but she still let him do whatever he wanted.

He felt countless times that being born into his mother's womb was his greatest blessing! Between Ulanara and him, between his father and him, his mother's choice was always him, her son.

Ah, it feels so good to be alive. Only by being alive can I enjoy my mother’s wholehearted and pure maternal love!

……

Two days later, the wind died down and the snow stopped. The warm sun rose from the east. There was a crackling sound under the eaves, and water droplets fell on the thick snow and completely sank into it.

Ah, judging from the situation, it will take a long time for the snow to melt!

Honghui couldn't help but blame himself. He didn't think of honeycomb briquettes before the weather turned cold, and only remembered it when the weather was freezing and the task was about to happen. But it was too late.

There is the issue of the ratio of coal and loess, and the fact that the honeycomb is obviously not formed naturally, and may have been made with the help of some tool. There are many doubts here.

Forget about making honeycomb coal this winter. It would be great if we can get some results by the spring of next year. Another winter has been wasted!

While they were anxiously waiting, the snow on the road gradually turned into flowing water, and three days later, the road was finally passable for both people and horses to walk.

The coal was quickly bought back and loaded into two wicker baskets, which were quickly carried into the backyard of Haitang Garden.

It is said that there are a full 200 kilograms of coal in the basket, all of which are good coal blocks, without much coal slag and coal ash.

Honghui looked at the neatly stacked coal blocks in front of him with a smile on his face. He didn't know whether to say anything harsh because the servant was too dedicated in doing his job. Alas, it was obvious that he didn't want these good coal blocks, but the broken coal blocks, or coal ash, so that he wouldn't have to bother to crush them.

But, forget it, things have come to this, so I might as well trouble you a little!

We need to hurry up and arrange the trial production of honeycomb coal!