Chapter 216: I want to chant a poem

Han Cheng looked a little disappointed at the unburnt sticks that appeared after the soil was dug up.
This method really does not burn carbon.
The sticks that were picked up were very similar to those that were burning and suddenly extinguished by water. They were all black carbon on the outside and unburnt wood inside.
This thing is far from the carbon that Han Cheng has seen in later generations, and cannot be called carbon at all.
Although he felt that this method was a bit mysterious before he opened it, he still had some expectations. At this time, the truth became clear, and it was inevitable that he felt disappointed.
The witch who stood watching was also disappointed.
He had been expecting last night that the firewood that was solemnly buried in the earth by the son of God would undergo some changes, and it would be better to grow more firewood.
Now that it turned out to be like this, he felt uncomfortable.
I feel that the broad road I was thinking of is farther away from the tribe, and there are faint signs of being completely sealed by thorns...
Han Cheng is currently a little bit distressed. He only knows little about the burning of charcoal. The first attempt failed, and he has no good ideas for a while.
I looked at the people around him who were unidentified and looked at him, and asked them to continue to do the work they didn't finish yesterday.
Tie Tou and others went to harvest the thatch, the limp and the wood intercepted the wood section and burned it in the fire before polishing it.
Han Cheng squatted by the fire pit, which seemed a little messy, unwillingly picked up a black-lacquered wood that was burnt outside, and carefully studied it before his eyes, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
In this situation, Han Cheng suddenly wanted to recite a poem, the famous "Selling Tan Weng" written by Bai Juyi.
It is not the difficulty of burning charcoal, the difficulty of sympathizing with the old man, or the harassment of the palace market, but the experience of selling charcoal weng to make charcoal.
Sell ​​charcoal weng, cut the wood and burn charcoal in Nanshan. His face was dusty and smokey, and his temples were grey and black...
The first two sentences of this article describe the hardships of selling charcoal weng and burning charcoal, but Han Cheng has seen other things through this layer.
It is that his method of burning charcoal is really unworkable.
Because from the experience of selling charcoal weng, he is very likely to be a lonely person, old and weak, if he uses the method used by Han Cheng to burn charcoal, not to mention the rest, just cover the burning firewood with sand. This is very difficult to achieve.
Because the coverage is slow, these branches are burned by the fire, where will there be carbon?
Han Cheng didn't know what others had read from "Selling Tan Weng", but he really read from it at this time that his method was not working, although the truth was he couldn't make it clear.
Wu stayed here with Han Cheng for a while, then got up and went back to the tribe. After hesitating for a while, he came to the side of the rabbit circle, where he played rabbits every day.
It's just that compared with the past, when I play the rabbit today, I have to look a little absent-minded.
Han Cheng squatted there thinking for a long time. When he stood up, he lost his intuition in his legs. After staying in place for a while, he gradually walked out of the sourness.
He called Heiwa and walked to the earthen kiln near the Xiaohe with the firewood.
As the weather gets colder, Heiwa hasn't made clay embryos for pottery for several days.
Heiwa and Han Cheng put the firewood beside the earthen kiln together. They couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. The last batch of mud embryos were fired a few days ago, and the son of God held it again at this time. What did Chai do when he came to the earthen kiln?
Do you want to use this earthen kiln to burn charcoal?
Heiwa was not a stupid person. After contacting what the son had done before, he quickly guessed Han Cheng's intention.
It's just that the incomprehension in my heart is thicker.
The whole tribe counted that he had a lot of dealings with this earthen kiln. The earthen kiln was very well ventilated. After putting wood into a fire, it would burn.
Now that the child brings so many firewood and puts it in the earthen kiln, will it all be burned? Where can there be charcoal of the kind that God said...
Han Cheng was also thinking about this matter in his heart, but he didn't have much clues, he could only experiment a little bit, seeking experience from repeated failures.
With the help of Heiwa, firewood was placed in the kiln where mud embryos were originally placed, and firewood was also placed under the kiln.
The top of the earthen kiln was blocked by two large pottery plates. After Heiwa took out the original version of the fire-folder and blew out the flames, he looked at the child with inquiring eyes.
Han Cheng naturally knew what Heiwa meant, hesitated for a moment, and nodded gently.
After getting Han Cheng's confirmation again, Heiwa no longer hesitated, first lit the dry grass, and then lit the dry wood. It didn't take long for the match at the stove mouth below the earth kiln to burn.
Before long, the firewood placed in the earthen kiln also burned.
With so many firewood burning together, the fire was very strong, even though the earthen kiln was covered with pottery plates, the hot flames still got out of the surrounding gaps and rose to the ground.
Heiwa looked at all of this, and suddenly remembered yesterday that the son of God had asked him to cover the burning firewood with sand, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
After all, this earthen kiln has a big purpose, and he spent a lot of effort to build this earthen kiln. Wouldn't it be a pity if it was buried like this?
Then he looked back and forth and found that there were two of them here, the son of God himself, and he had not carried the bone shovel. Obviously, he would not bury the earth kiln, which made him feel relieved, who loves kiln burning.
But then I realized that something was wrong. If it is not covered by sand, wouldn't the wood in this earthen kiln be burned out?
Han Cheng had already considered this before that flames need oxygen, and he still has the most basic common sense.
After watching the fire for a while, ~EbookFREE.me~, he asked Heiwa to move the large broken pottery pieces and some stones discarded there to the side of the earthen kiln.
After waiting for a while, he asked Heiwa to use these things to block the fire opening under the earth kiln a little bit.
As the burning mouth shrinks a little bit, the air entering it slowly decreases, and the flames lose their previous arrogance and become much smaller.
It's just that the flame in the earthen kiln still hasn't been completely extinguished. This is related to the gaps in the burner under the earthen kiln. After all, the black baby uses pottery pieces to block the burner, so it is impossible not to leave some gaps.
Han Cheng is also entangled now. Let’s not completely seal the fire opening, worrying that the firewood inside will be completely turned into ashes, and seal it completely, but also afraid that the firewood will be the same as he picked it out from the ground today. Half-baked, also uncomfortable.
After entangled for a while, I finally decided to burn it like this first. If it doesn't work, I will completely seal the flame with mud next time.
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