The kiln has been sorted out, and it is only a larger adobe.

The ordinary charcoal production steps are basically done by farmers.

However, what Zhao Ce wanted to make was not the shoddy ordinary black charcoal.

What he wanted to make was silver and silk charcoal, which became the imperial court in the Qing Dynasty in later generations.

This kind of charcoal is smokeless and odorless when burned. Although it is more difficult to illuminate than ordinary charcoal.

But once it starts to burn, the temperature in the room will rise very quickly, and the combustion time will last longer than that of ordinary charcoal blocks.

Many high-ranking officials can even put some peels or spices into the charcoal block, which can save even incense.

The production process of silver charcoal is not much different from ordinary charcoal, but the temperature control is more stringent.

Moreover, the fire extinguishing method is different from ordinary charcoal.

Therefore, when Zhao Ce was letting someone chop firewood, he arranged for someone to go to the river to wash fine sand.

This fine sand is the key to making silver charcoal.

It was a chore to go to the river to wash fine sand on this day, and Zhao Ce's wages were also higher.

And the more frequent the arrangements are when you replace them.

Because Zhao Ce arranged for them to work, he was very considerate of these villagers, and when they worked, they worked harder and harder.

As for what fine sand is used for, Zhao Ce did not tell them, but only said that the house needs to be renovated and a lot of sand is needed.

When the firewood is placed in the kiln and starts to burn, it will take seven days to open the kiln.

At that time, the process of using fine sand to extinguish the fire will be used by Zhao Ce’s own people.

The sun is short in winter, and it is probably less than the time to go to the sun now.

When all the firewood was put into the kiln, it was almost dark.

Zhao Ce left Chen Wu to stare here, and caught a nearby house, and arranged to dig two more caves tomorrow to continue making charcoal.

Next is to wait for the kiln to be opened.

Zhao Ce patted his hands, took the water beside him and washed it before he was about to go back.

When I rode my horse back and forth, the more I went to the city gate, the more I saw refugees and beggars gathered on the side of the road.

Many of them were ragged and tremblingly looking for places to stay overnight.

From time to time, there are also sounds of children crying and shouting hunger.

Zhao Ce frowned slightly, rode his horse through the middle of the road, and a large area of ​​snowflakes rose behind him.

"Oh... Fortunately, I made a lot of money, so I can help a little."

......

The heavy snow in the north is getting heavier and heavier in November.

After several days of heavy snow, not to mention the people outside the capital, there are many old houses in the capital that have been crushed by heavy snow.

At this time, there were old and young people walking near the city gate.

Both of them were wearing fur cloaks from later generations. The old man held a warm cage in his hands and placed his hands on the warm cage.

Although the old man looked very old, his eyes were still clear.

This person is Li Dongyang, a Grand Secretary of the Cabinet.

Looking at the defender who was sweeping the snow in front of him, Li Dongyang sighed softly.

"I don't know how the people should live their days."

Li Dongyang lost his son last year, and the white-haired man gave him a black-haired man.

Later, the Li family was afraid that he would worry about his mistakes, so they decided to adopt a stepson for him.

This Li Zhaofan is the child who has passed away.

But compared to his talented biological son, this child who has gone on to be always a little dissatisfied with Li Dongyang.

During the heavy snow for months, Emperor Hongzhi temporarily gave up Li Dongyang to court.

So he stayed at home every day and missed his son.

Li Zhaofan couldn't stand it anymore, so he could only pull him out for a walk.

The two of them arrived nearby in a sedan chair and thought about walking around.

The stepson Li Zhaofan next to him said, "Father, Your Majesty has sent someone to a place with severe snow disasters to provide disaster relief. Father doesn't have to worry too much."

After hearing this, Li Dongyang didn't say anything.

If this disaster relief is really so good, how could they stand at the gate of this city and see refugees and beggars gathering outside?

This stepson, filial piety is filial piety, but it is still a little worse after all...

Li Dongyang sighed, shook his head and said, "Let's go, I will write another letter to your Majesty to mention this matter tomorrow."

Li Zhaofan said "Oh" and carefully supported Li Dongyang and turned back to the sedan chair behind him.

As soon as the two turned around, they heard a sound of horse hooves over there.

The sound of horse hooves was a little quick, as if they were rushing to go.

Li Zhaofan frowned slightly and said, "The road is so icy and thick, and he is riding a horse so fast in this capital. What if someone is injured?"

After hearing this, Li Dongyang was also a little dissatisfied.

Of course, those who can ride horses in this capital will not be ordinary families.

He wanted to see which family had such good riding skills and dared to run fast horses in this cold city without any reason.

Li Dongyang turned his head and saw the young man in the lead, with his face wrapped in a cloth towel, leaving only a pair of sword eyebrows and starry eyes outside.

He was carrying a large package in one hand.

The package was extremely large, and I could not even hug it with my hands, and there was hot white smoke rising from it.

The hand I was carrying was probably afraid of burning the horse, so I carried the package out as much as possible.

Behind the young man was a man, and he was also riding a horse.

The man seemed to be his servant, and he was carrying a steaming package in his hand.

However, the package this man's servant looked much smaller than that of the master.

Zhao Ce was holding this big package in his hand. He just found a nearby bun shop to buy it after he entered the city.

The bun shop said today that there was no business, but a big customer came and bought all the steamed buns and vegetarian bags from their shop.

Zhao Ce rode his horse and saw the old and young standing by the roadside. He quickly said, "This old man, the wind caused by my horse riding is too strong. Please turn around and avoid it."

After the person finished speaking, he had arrived at the gate of the capital in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Ce has just said hello to the guards of the capital.

Seeing him come, he simply checked his identity and let Zhao Ce leave the city.

After leaving the city, Zhao Ce did not go far, and stood directly at the city gate and shouted: "I have some steamed buns, come and pick up everything you want."

"If you don't have enough points, you can only have half each person."

After Zhao Ce called out, the group of refugees and beggars who were trembling and waiting to die rushed to him.

"This noble man, please give us some food. We have been hungry for a long time!"

"Yes, we came from afar and thought there would be a way to survive when we arrived in the capital, but after waiting for a long time, we couldn't wait for the government's relief."

A group of people surrounded Zhao Ce and kept bowing in their hands.

Smelling the white flour scent from the package, the saliva in my mouth can't be swallowed.

Zhao Ce was surrounded by everyone and was not unhappy, but just shouted: "Let me see how many people there are first and see if the steamed buns are enough."

After Zhao Ce finished speaking, he roughly clicked and then started distributing.

"Everyone can only get one, don't rob it!"

Those dirty hands kept reaching towards themselves.

Although Zhao Ce frowned slightly, he did not dodge.

He spoke very loudly, and came to his senses. Li Dongyang and the others who stood near the city gate could hear clearly.

Li Zhaofan looked at the behavior of the people outside the city and said disagree: "Father, this person doesn't know whether it is true or good or false kindness or false righteousness to gain reputation."

"The snake swallows the elephant in a bad mood. The steamed buns he brought temporarily can save the current refugee."

"However, after this, after the first and ten transmissions of these refugees, more refugees will flock to you."
Chapter completed!