The Great Tang: World Martial God

Carbon?

For these three people who can enter and leave the palace, they are not that strange.

As early as the Western Han Dynasty, coal was used in small amounts as court fuel, and even there was a special mining organization that was excavated by the government.

It's just that the things used as firewood were used for carving, which made these people somewhat unrecognizable for a while.

Knowing the origin of this thing, Li Wanqing was even more puzzled.

"Since you know this is coal, it's not worth the price."

"Besides, how can this coal make a fortune? Is it possible that you want to sell it to these people?"

Wu Tong, who was behind him, shook his head for a while.

"This thing billows with smoke and peculiar smell when it's burning, so it's only used when making iron in the palace and boiling water."

"Ordinary people have to wait for the holidays to light up wax. Usually more firewood is enough."

"It's too difficult to sell to the people!"

Princess Changle couldn't help but blurted out.

"Yes! There are a lot of charcoal in the homes of princes and ministers, and they don't bother to use such black things. Not to mention selling them, even if they are used by them, it will be difficult."

The three of you say a word to me, which seems to be worthless.

Tang Hao didn't refute, and let them say, after all, their knowledge is limited, and it's useless to say more.

In the morning of the second day, the vendor was still on time. He waited by the stall yesterday. The two got on the carriage and drove to the coal mining area.

The place was not far away, and it was only half an hour away. Stepping on the wasteland, several farmers were digging and planing in the deep pit with hammers and shovels.

The vendor smiled, bent over and arched his hands, said.

"My son, this is it."

"Originally, it was a tunnel to be buried. We dug out this stone, and it was unlucky for it to be dark, so we asked the owner to change the ground."

"They are all acquaintances of the folks in the village. How many such stones do adults need? Let's dig them for you as soon as possible."

Seeing that this person was still honest, Tang Hao waved his hand slightly and said.

"No, you have to pay three sums of money for each person, and you leave by yourself."

"This place will be taken over by the government in the future."

After throwing down a few coins, these farmers seemed particularly excited. They took the money and the **** before they had time to get it, and ran away in a hurry, probably because they were afraid that this stupid young man would regret it.

After reporting to Yang Ming, within an hour, Yang Ming led his soldiers, carrying a hoe, a shovel, and a chisel in a carriage.

As soon as I arrived at the scene, I saw Tang Hao standing on the deserted slope, looking at a big hole underneath, and quickly persuaded him.

"Master Hou! You can't burn this thing casually! It will kill you!"

Tang Hao heard this strangely, and for the first time heard that this coal would kill!

Squinting at Yang Ming for a while, Tang Hao asked.

"Why is this charcoal killing?"

"The use of coal to make iron in the palace, why didn't it cause any harm?"

Yang Ming glanced around, looking mysterious, leaning forward and leaning in Tang Hao's ear.

"The imperial palace is the land of dragon veins. Naturally, real dragons suppress it. Our place is too far away from the imperial city. These evil things will take the opportunity to cause chaos."

"Last year, a few villagers from our side discovered this place. Some villagers moved these coals home for firewood. They put a few pots by the bed for warmth at night, but they didn't get up the next day!"

At this point, Yang Ming seemed to be a little scared, and his voice became even smaller.

"Master Hou! This is particularly evil when it comes to speaking. The villager has no wounds on his body, and the doctor has also seen it. There are no signs of poisoning, but he died so quietly, and there is no strangeness!"

"People in the village say that this thing is evil, it burns to half of the body and turns red, it can provoke ghosts!"

Tang Hao understood, isn't this carbon monoxide poisoning? Where is the ghost killing again?

In fact, the probability of such a thing happening is very low.

Most of the buildings in ancient times were made of wood, and the airtightness was not good, and the air leaked everywhere.

Maybe the villagers closed doors and windows too tightly, and because of the burning coal, they finally pushed all the blame on the ghosts.

But if you think about it, you can understand that, after all, in this era of lack of science, finding the cause of death may be difficult and difficult!

Tang Hao patted Yang Ming on the shoulder, laughed loudly, and said.

"Master Yang kindly reminded that Tang took it."

"Tang also has a magic weapon in his body, which is a gift from an expert and can suppress this evil."

"Don't worry! This coal is dug at will, but it is next to the mansion, leaving a lot of space, piled there."

Yang Ming had heard of the magical powers invented and manufactured by Tang Hao. Since Tang Hao had a way to frighten ghosts and gods, Yang Ming didn't ask too much.

The tools that were supposed to fill the pit are now all tools for digging.

Tang Hao didn't know the reserves of this underground coal, so he had to remove the upper soil layer first and dig down layer by layer.

Looking at the soldier wielding the **** and the shovel, Tang Hao said.

"When it is hot, dig in turns and take more rest. Don't dig too deep to avoid collapse."

After that, he looked at Yang Ming beside him and said.

"Tomorrow, I will find a few long bamboo poles and prepare some plank logs, which are ready for us to use."

Yang Ming didn't understand how to dig this coal, so Tang Hao honestly accepted what he ordered.

Two supervisors were left, and Tang Hao went around the mansion to find a spacious place.