People feel refreshed during happy events. Wan Lei wakes up with a smile every time he thinks of himself lying on an oil field. Although this oil field is just a small overflowing oil vein, judging from the blowout situation, it is expected that the oil reservoir
The capacity is around 10,000 tons, which is incomparable to the large oil wells with a daily output of hundreds or thousands of tons in later generations. However, under the current technical conditions, it can be used for a long time.
At this time, the internal combustion engine had not yet come out, and refined fuels such as gasoline and diesel were of little use. Only kerosene could be used as lamp oil, so its sales were not widespread. As the saying goes, "More things are cheaper," Wan Lei has already laid the foundation for fine oil.
It's just wishful thinking. In short, more production will never suppress oil prices.
In addition, petroleum can not only be refined into fuel oil, but also "residual oil". The characteristics of the crude oil fraction produced in the Central Plains are: low gasoline fraction content and high residual oil content. Especially for crude oil produced in North China, the gasoline fraction only accounts for 100% of the total.
Six-thirds of the total, coal and diesel fractions account for about 20%, and residual oil accounts for nearly 40%.
Don’t think that residual oil is waste. After certain technical processing, these things at the bottom of the pressure cooker can be fractionated into paraffin, asphalt and other substances. Asphalt can be used to pave roads, and paraffin can be used to make candles. The wax content in the crude oil produced in North China
It is very high, up to more than 20%, and can be extracted in large quantities and processed into candles for sale at a high price.
In fact, things like candles existed more than a thousand years ago, but the production technology was backward and the raw materials were mostly natural beeswax. The output was scarce and the price was naturally high. Even in the early Ming Dynasty, this kind of thing could only be enjoyed by the upper class.
, Ordinary people go to bed after dark and even save money on lamp oil. They are only willing to buy a few lamps during weddings and festivals.
Candles made of paraffin wax are the same as candles made of natural beeswax. They are smokeless, odorless, and clean when burning. Paraffin wax is easy to obtain and can be relatively cheap. Once it is put on the market, it will definitely be welcomed by the upper class.
In addition, compared with kerosene, which is difficult to ship and has a volatile odor, candles are easy to ship and will not deteriorate. They can be transported to all parts of the country and have no worries about sales. They can even be exported abroad to make profits. The market is infinite. I really want to do this this time.
It’s hard not to get rich.
The first pot of gold will be made from the oil well soon! Wan Lei was so excited that he didn't sleep well all night. He got up before dawn and guarded the mouth of the oil well. By this time, the blowout had long since stopped, but there was still a smell in the air.
That dirty smell full of money. Wan Lei took a few deep breaths and felt a hundred times more energetic. This was really a crazy smell.
With endless yearning to make a fortune, Zhao Hongru could not sleep all night. At dawn, he took several of his close relatives and nephews to the outside of the inn and knocked on the door.
"Zhao Lichang, it's so early." The person who opened the door was Ma Liubao. This guy couldn't get used to the stench coming out of the well, and he couldn't sleep a wink all night. Like Zhao Quanzhong and Liu Dazui, he wanted to kill him right away.
The smelly well was sealed.
However, no matter how excited the subordinates are, they can't say a word to the leader. Although Wan Yicheng is just a low-ranking official, in this three-acre land of Changpingyi, he is the leader, and the postman is just a temporary official.
As a worker, anyone who dared to chirp would be thrown out immediately. In the Ming Dynasty, it was hard to find a good job like a postman, so he didn't dare to go against his boss.
"Nephew Wan Xian, are you up?" Zhao Hongru asked anxiously.
"Our boss is in the backyard, come in."
In the backyard, Wan Lei was sitting by the oil well, drawing something on a piece of paper in the morning light.
"Good morning, good nephew." Zhao Hongru said a cheerful greeting, with a sunflower-like smile on his face.
"Good morning." Wan Lei turned around and saw four strong men following Zhao Hongru. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Today we will try to install a well hoop, penetrate the edge of the well, and get a manhole cover to seal the wellhead."
"Seal the well?" The smile on Zhao Hongru's face suddenly disappeared and he asked anxiously: "Why seal the well? Didn't you agree yesterday not to seal it?"
"It's not about sealing the well, it's about sealing the wellhead. Oil is flammable, and it would be too dangerous if you don't seal the wellhead. This is also an inn, and the smell emitted by that thing is so choking that it would be bad for the dignitaries passing by, so it must be done
Seal it tightly to prevent the odor from escaping, let alone rainwater from seeping in."
Wan Lei knows that oil wells are different from ordinary water wells. It doesn't mean just digging a well hole and setting up a pulley. But now there are no steel pipes, cement, or electric pumps, so it is impossible to build the kind of automated production oil wells that will be used in later generations. Wan Lei is planning to
Based on the hand-operated water wells commonly used in rural areas in later generations, a set of practical oil pumping equipment was designed.
"If the wellhead is sealed, how will the oil be pumped up?" Zhao Hongru was even more confused.
"I have my own way of doing this. Brother Zhao, please come with me to Jiuye Zhao's house now." Wan Lei didn't bother to explain any more. He put the pen and paper aside and said to the four strong men: "
You go to the mason Liu Si first and get some well hoops back, the sooner the better."
Zhao Hongru was still confused and wanted to ask another question why, but saw that Wan Lei had already stood up and left, so he had to follow him quickly.
Zhao Jiuye, whose real name is Zhao Hongcheng, is Zhao Hongru’s cousin. His family owns a wine workshop, and everyone in Zhaozhuang calls him Jiuye. However, the nearby area has just experienced war, and now people can’t eat, so naturally there is no extra food for making wine.
, so the workshop has stopped production. Wan Lei went to his house at this time, not to ask for the old wine in the cellar, but to borrow his quickly rusting wine steaming equipment.
As a chemical engineer, Wan Lei is familiar with petroleum refining technology, and is also familiar with various catalytic cracking and cracking deep processing technologies. However, with the current technical level, large-scale oil refining equipment cannot be built, and oil refining can only be done using local methods.
But then again, only kerosene, paraffin, asphalt and other products have a market now. These things can be extracted with simple local distillation. As for the technology of catalytically cracking heavy oil into gasoline, the supply of heavy oil will exceed the demand in later generations, and gasoline will
It is only needed when the supply of diesel exceeds demand.
You should know that petroleum, as a mixture, does not have a certain melting point and boiling point. You can use the different boiling points of each component to fractionate it into different fractions by distillation. Therefore, with a little modification, the wine distilling equipment of a small workshop can be
Can be used to distill petroleum.
Along the way, Wan Lei briefly explained to Lao Hongru why he wanted to borrow a wine steamer, and briefly introduced some basic knowledge of oil refining. The two of them soon arrived at the door of Zhao Jiuye's house. Just as he raised his hand to ask for
When I knocked on the door, there was a shrill cry inside the door, which sounded like someone was about to die.
Wan Lei's heart tightened. Just as he was about to break in and see what was going on, the door was suddenly opened. A man a head shorter than him rushed out like a rabbit, bumped into him, and knocked him out of the room.
Stepping forward. He lowered his head to see who was walking so short-sighted, and saw a slender face without an Adam's apple or beard. It turned out to be a tomboy. He also saw her big and smart eyes blinking a few times, and then her whole person became agitated.
He turned around and ducked behind him.
"Damn girl, come back soon! If you dare to run away again, I will break your legs." At this moment, an old man holding a pole in his hand shouted and rushed out of the door, scaring the tomboy and running a few meters away.
"Jiuye, if you disobey me, you can teach me a lesson. You don't need to beat me with a big stick." Wan Lei stopped the old man. As a new good young man in the 21st century, when he saw domestic violence on the road, he would naturally come forward.
dissuaded.
"It turns out to be Mr. Wan. I don't know how disrespectful you are for passing by my humble residence." That old man was none other than Mr. Zhao Jiu. His left eye was blinded by the rebels, leaving him with only one right eye. His viewing angle was obviously not wide enough.
, if he hadn't heard Wan Lei's voice, he really wouldn't have known that there were others looking at his family scandal.
"Jiuye, they say it's idle time to beat a child on a rainy day, but it didn't rain today, so why do you want to beat the baby to death?" Wan Lei glared at Mr. Zhao, showing no anger.
"It makes Wan Ye laugh. My crazy girl was spoiled by her mother. She is unruly and willful. Her mother wants to bind her feet, but she refuses. She is almost fourteen now. If she doesn't bind her feet, she won't be able to get married in the future.
." Zhao Jiuye quickly explained that as a little guy, he was one of the targets of Chang Ping Yi's swindling and recruiting, and he did not dare to offend Wan Lei in order not to be on the blacklist.
"Why don't you just wrap the baby if he doesn't want to? Do you need to beat him with a big stick?" Wan Lei rolled his eyes at the guy and said angrily. In his opinion, foot-binding, a bad habit that harms women, is undesirable.
Now that I have met him, I naturally want to say a few words.
Someone helped, and the daughter of the Zhao family immediately became emboldened, and she protested angrily: "Why do you have to wrap up such a pair of perfectly good feet? It's such heartbreaking pain, torture to the death, I would rather die than have it wrapped."
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"You damn girl, what are you talking about?!" Mr. Zhao Jiu scolded his daughter, and then explained to Wan Lei: "Master Wan, you don't know something. We are doing this for her own good. If the girl has
A pair of big feet will make you look embarrassed, and you will have to marry those poor people and have to suffer poverty all your life."
"Oh, if you have your feet bound, you don't have to endure hardship and poverty. This sounds really new." Wan Lei said with a dry laugh. He finally understood. I dare say that Father Zhao is using his daughter to make short-term investments. He is indeed a shrewd businessman.
Ah. However, he is a bit too shrewd.
Foot-binding is indeed a bad habit used by feudal society to destroy women's body and mind, but don't think that anyone can do it if they want. It is the exclusive preserve of noble ladies and rich young ladies, and the daughters of poor families cannot even think about it. Why? Because?
Daughters with small feet have difficulty moving and lose their labor force, so women who can afford to have their feet bound are women who have a worry-free life. With Zhao Jiuye’s family situation at this time, he cannot afford to raise such a daughter. But at this time, he forced his daughter to have her feet bound, which was a bit embarrassing.
It means binding your feet only when you get into the sedan chair.
Looking at his daughter, she has beautiful facial features, but her face is slutty, and she is so thin that it makes people feel distressed. She is completely malnourished. Looking at her body, she is also slim, but with a flat front and a flat back, she looks like a clear-cut figure.
Super Girl. Does such a thing also want to marry into a rich family and become a young mistress? Wan Lei has to admire Mr. Zhao for daring to think and do it.
After hearing Wan Lei's remarks, Zhao Jiuye looked a little embarrassed and didn't know how to respond. Fortunately, Zhao Hongru, who was standing aside, saw that the atmosphere was not right, so he coughed lightly and said, "Nephew Wan Xian, you all said
It is difficult for an upright official to deal with household matters, so let’s talk about business first.”