After seeing off Mrs. Wang, Chen Mo told Qin Xianglian and walked towards the blacksmith shop in the south of the village.
He would make a huge pot, use retort technology to burn the remaining peach wood into charcoal, and then use the gimmick and sensational effect of selling charcoal yesterday to open this road.
The consumption ratio of burning charcoal is very high. It takes five kilograms of wood to produce one kilogram of charcoal. There are about 200 trees in Taoyuan, which can only produce about 15,000 kilograms of wet wood at most.
Converted into charcoal, it's roughly three thousand kilograms.
Excluding the ones sold yesterday, we can still burn two more cars.
Chen Mo knew very well that it would be impossible to sell the car at the high price yesterday, but the two cars should be fine together.
At that time, with the ten taels of silver in hand, plus the four taels in Qin Xianglian's hand, he can purchase timber for expansion and complete the accumulation of original capital.
When your family's financial resources are strong, you can then get involved in other industries.
In a word, you can do any business, but you can't continue studying to get fame.
In addition, Chen Mo also has another purpose.
Whether it can be achieved or not depends on whether the other party takes the bait.
There are two people in the blacksmith shop in the south of the village. The short one is called Lin Dashan, and the tall one is named Lin Xiaoshu.
The father and son have been dependent on each other for many years, making a living by forging and repairing various iron tools, barely able to maintain food and clothing.
Since ancient times, people have suffered the most.
Seeing the two people struggling to survive in the autumn cold with hammers, and then thinking about Wang Fuxing who was enjoying wealth just by collecting rent, Chen Mo felt that the world was really fucked up.
It's a sigh of relief, Chen Mo will never set up any ambition to change the world in a hot head, he only needs to live his life well.
Of course, we still need to do more good deeds within our ability.
"Chen Shimei, what are you doing here?"
One has been blacksmithing since childhood, and the other has been studying since childhood. Although they live in the same village, they are essentially people from two different worlds.
So after seeing Chen Mo, Lin Xiaoshu immediately showed a look of disgust and waved his hand to stay away to avoid accidentally seeing blood.
"Why are you talking? It's getting more and more unruly."
Lin Dashan glared and signaled Chen Mo not to take it seriously.
"Shimei, you are a rare visitor. If you need anything, just say it."
Chen Mo was too lazy to be serious with Lin Xiaoshu and directly stated his intention. After hearing the specific requirements, Lin Dashan confirmed suspiciously.
"Are you sure you want such a big pot?"
"Uncle Lin, I'm right, and you heard me right. It's as big as a millstone, and it also has a lid with a lock. Is that okay?"
"no problem."
Lin Dashan nodded excitedly. It had been half a year since he had taken on such a big job.
"Okay, then there's Lao Linbo. Once you're done, just send him home." Chen Mo smiled and handed over his hand.
"Wait a minute, pay the deposit first."
Lin Xiaoshu next to him answered, he had always looked down on Chen Mo.
"The mouths of scholars are full of crooked truths. Who knows if you will change your mind?"
"shut up."
After Lin Dashan scolded him, he looked at Chen Mo with a smile.
"Small tree is such a virtuous person, don't mind it. But for such a big job, according to the rules, you should pay a deposit."
"Uncle Lin, I originally planned to default on the payment for two days and settle the settlement after the charcoal is sold in the pot. Since we talked about the rules, I will go home and get it now."
After Chen Mo finished speaking, he turned around and left.
"Wait a minute." Lin Dashan quickly stopped him, "What did you just say, use a pot to burn charcoal?"
"Yes, otherwise what would I do with Uncle Lin?" After Chen Mo finished speaking, he explained, "It's said to be a pot, but it's actually more like an iron stove with a lid."
Pooh!
When Lin Dashan was stunned, Lin Xiaoshu couldn't help but spit out.
"Chen Shimei, are you stupid because of reading? Who can believe that you can make charcoal with a pot?"
This was what Chen Mo was waiting for, and he accepted it without hesitation.
"Xiao Shu, how about we make a bet. If I can make charcoal with a pot, you will listen to me in everything from now on, and vice versa?"
"It's a deal." Lin Xiaoshu responded without thinking.
"Okay, I'll go get the deposit now." Chen Mo felt happy.
"No need, I have a bet here and I'm not afraid of you defaulting on the money, so go away."
Being scolded by Lin Xiaoshu, Chen Mo didn't feel angry at all. On the contrary, he was full of joy at achieving the purpose of his trip.
After all, he was really greedy for the other person's body.
No, it’s Lin Xiaoshu.
Since he was a child, he has been forging iron tools and tempering them in the wind. He has long since developed a body of steel and iron, which is most suitable for him to be used as his right-hand man.
The most important thing is that Lin Xiaoshu is honest and honest, so he won't have to worry about being stabbed in the back in the future.
After humming a little tune and going home, Chen Mo saw Qin Xianglian in the distance, talking to a group of villagers at the door.
With suspicion in mind, Chen Mo deliberately slowed down his pace and waited until everyone left before hurriedly entering the door.
Sure enough, there were a bunch of delivered things placed in the room.
"Xianlian, you will not be rewarded for your merits, and you must pay them back later."
"Official, did you meet the villagers when you came back?"
Qin Xianglian felt guilty. She didn't want to keep these things, but she couldn't stop them at all.
"That's not true, I just guessed." Chen Mo pointed to the rice and wheat badger oil on the ground, "You couldn't even borrow these things if you asked for them before."
"Now they are sending them to the door one by one. They must be thoughtful. If I guessed correctly, they must be selling charcoal."
"The officials have seen it through. The villagers have indeed come to ask for advice on how to burn charcoal and sell it. They all hope that the officials will remember their hometown and give them some advice."
Qin Xianglian said and frowned.
"What if the slave family doesn't want to pick it up when I go to return it?"
"It's their business whether to accept it or not, as long as we pay it back." Chen Mo waved his hand.
It's not that he hasn't thought about enlisting the help of his neighbors. On the contrary, if he wants to expand his charcoal business, he can't avoid those people, otherwise, where will the wood be collected?
The problem is, it can't be so vague.
Everything must be done according to the rules, otherwise everything will not be in order.
Chen Mo was talking about rules, and Mrs. Wang's people were doing the same. After breaking one of Zhao Shan's legs, he threw him into the ditch to reflect.
"Wang Po, you have to ask Chen for ten taels of silver for a leg, right?" A boy asked for credit.
"Why, are you interested in money?" Wang Po rolled her eyes and shook her head, "This matter today is not about money."
"What's that picture?" The boy didn't understand. "When I went to Baijiazhuang early in the morning, Mrs. Wang had already helped the man named Chen to stand out. Why on earth?"
"Let me ask you, what is the most important thing in our line of work?" Wang Po narrowed her eyes.
"Of course it's silver."
"Wrong, it's the connections." Wang Po said.
"Even if he has connections, he can't get his turn." The boy was puzzled, "Did Grandma Wang bet that the nerd would definitely succeed?"
"You don't understand even if I tell you, you will understand slowly."
Wang Po pretended to be silent and kept her mouth shut.
Two intriguing scenes emerged in my mind.
Yesterday she saw clearly that the person who bought Chen Mo's car was the magistrate who had just taken office.
The housekeeper of the palace later found Yaxing and commissioned a detailed investigation into Chen Mo's origin and background.
Mrs. Wang can still think clearly about this kind of thing.