The Great Tang: World Martial God

On the Zhuangzi of the imperial village, on the original wasteland, a few smoke dragons rose from the sky, and a few clay kilns burned day and night.

In the five-mouth clay kiln for making colored glaze, five masters melted the glass, made it, burned it, and made it again. The cheeks were blown sore and unwilling to stop.

Tang Hao gave them twice as much wages as these kiln workers. If he didn't do his best, he would really be unworthy of the money.

In addition, these are the colored glazes sold in the imperial city, and the workmanship is better than Yangzhou's in any case.

The kiln workers who make colored glaze keep improving, which also makes these unfamiliar craftsmen become adept.

Who could have imagined that a person who could not even pick up a glass sol in the first place would be able to blow out some tricks as he pleased at this moment.

The kiln was not idle, and Tang Hao did the same.

Trucks of coal were brought over, and the open space was piled up into hills.

This is a part of the region to make wine, and there is a piece of fried tea, which is divided up and down, and there is even a small place left in a huge imperial house.

Tang Hao had to temporarily requisition a few official kilns to make cement.

The next step is to dispose of these coal, so that they can be better stored.

Instructed everyone to grind the coal that had been pulled with a roller, and then use some clay or clay, and constantly stir them until the granular coal became fine.

Sure enough, this charcoal is a precious thing that these high-ranking officials and nobles in the palace know.

The coal in the palace is rumored to be a poisonous poison, but these poor-born masons don't know anything about it, and they can't even give them a name.

The official who minted money sent a strange thing.

The bottom is a cylindrical cylinder, one inch high, and an iron pipe is welded on it, and the slender T-shaped handle is placed at the front end, which can be moved and made a sound.

He handed it to Tang Hao, who was with coal on the side, and the official asked curiously.

"what is this?"

Tang Hao had black hands, took the borrowed thing, and smiled mysteriously.

"This is a good thing, and it can eliminate the fuel used by Datang for cooking in the future."

Staring at the weird pipe, the officials were a little unbelievable, no matter how they looked at it, it didn't seem to have such a powerful appearance.

The poor went into the mountains to cut firewood, chopped some log branches, and dried them for fuel.

When it burned, thick smoke billowed into the sky. If you encounter wet wood that has not yet dried out, and the blowing weather, the whole house is often filled with blue smoke, and the choking person coughs and tears.

For wealthy families, they are more particular.

Charcoal is the best choice. It is easy to store and does not have to endure the sin of smoke and fog.

These two fuels are the most convenient fuels that have been passed down from our ancestors for thousands of years.

Looking at the iron pipe in front of him, the officials' eyes were very confused.

The novelty that Tang Hao made was not once or twice seen by the Foundry Division, but this one was a special case, and it was really weird!

"With such a large object, can we improve Datang Fuel?"

"Why do I sound so mysterious?"

Tang Hao didn't say much, this kind of thing in his hand was nothing else, it was the hand-pressed briquette machine that was commonly used in the countryside when he was a child.

At that time, I was still young, so I couldn't stop playing.

Now, in this different time and space, I feel more cordial when I encounter this but the object again.

It's quite cold to start, but there is warmth flowing in my heart, and I can even experience a touch of childhood from it.

Lift the handle and smash it into the reconciled cinder, neither light nor heavy.

The t-bar with its handle upright, with the smashing hit, got higher and higher.

"Don't underestimate this thing."

"The coal lump made from this thing is neat and flat, with a unique shape, and it is more convenient to store than charcoal!"

"Furthermore, in the winter, when heating and boiling water, the charcoal will be poured out basket by basket. Two pieces of this stuff can be used for one night!"

The official and the surrounding masons were dumbfounded.

Two yuan can manage one night?

Can this thing really have such a province?

But you must know that the price of charcoal in the entire Chang'an City has skyrocketed as the weather gets colder.

Even the ordinary children of the rich family do not burn from early winter to late winter, after all, it is too expensive!

If this thing is really as magical as Tang Hao said, wouldn't it really be able to change this Datang fuel problem?

There was a touch of movement on the officials' faces. After all, officials like him could only be able to burn this charcoal in the cold winter.

Watching Tang Hao press down on the crossbar, a cylindrical coal block was marked with several small holes, gradually appearing in front of his eyes.

"This... this is it. Just burn two yuan and you can manage it for one night?"

"Master Hou, don't lie to me!"

Putting the hand press on the coal hill, Tang Hao turned around and looked at the few people who were squatting on the ground studying the briquettes, said.

"Whether to cheat, after a few days, after the coal is completely dry, you will know after a try!"

As soon as the voice fell, the official saw that the official stretched out his hand to hold up the coal, and hurriedly stopped it.

"Hey hey! This hasn't been dried yet, so you can't touch it!"

"So expensive? Hou Ye...discuss something...the one in your hand...that...can't you let me use it?"

"It's only for Tang Mansion. I won't borrow it temporarily. If you want to borrow it, first give me 300 briquettes."

"Seriously? Yes! I will start counting now!"