After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

Firewood is not as good as burning charcoal. If the firewood is not burned, it is not warm enough, and it can only be burned in an area as big as a palm.

Charcoal is different. Once charcoal is burned, it remains warm after burning.

It’s just that charcoal is a precious thing, and it’s ridiculously expensive.

Ordinary people can't afford it, and the charcoal they can afford is smoky, which can be very irritating to the eyes.

If you want to use charcoal that won’t smoke your eyes, it’s expensive. If you want to buy charcoal that won’t smoke your eyes and is affordable, that’s gray flower charcoal.

As for Yinshuang Charcoal, it was only used by officials and could not even be used by rich people.

Let’s not talk about this person who can make charcoal. No matter what kind of charcoal he makes, it is better than them burning firewood directly.

Xiang Lao smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Can I still lie to you?"

Mr. Xiang didn't even think about it: "Sure, then ask someone to invite their family to burn charcoal...will their family be alive?"

Mr. Xiang thought for a while and nodded hesitantly: "I think he can survive. He is alone. He is Old Man Lu from Ertoushan."

Mr. Xiang suddenly realized: "Oh, Mr. Lu, I've never heard of him being able to burn charcoal, which is strange."

"It's normal that you don't know." Mr. Xiang sighed. "Earlier in the 1990s, he invented charcoal making. After making money, he was afraid that the villagers would be jealous and destroy his charcoal kiln, so he wanted to take the whole village with him. Make money by burning charcoal.”

There was anger in Mr. Xiang's muddy old eyes: "He told his family that he would make money with the village charcoal burning company, but his grandparents and his uncle scolded him, saying that he stole the family's charcoal burning method and was a thief. Beat him to death."

Mr. Xiang's eyebrows were also filled with anger: "Greedy people."

"Yes, it is indeed greed." Elder Xiang sighed. "The word "filial piety" is overwhelming, let alone the person who stole the ancestors' things. He couldn't defend himself, and was forced by the elders to remove his name from Li Zheng and drive him out of the village."

Old Man Lu was only seventeen at that time, and the engagement was not yet consummated. After being driven out of the village, the engagement was cancelled.

After being driven out of the village, people in the village who knew that he had made money asked him to tell them how to make charcoal.

Old Man Lu, who had been beaten, said that in exchange for a dead hand, he had one of his legs knocked off and thrown into a ravine.

It was Mr. Xiang who was passing by who saved him. Mr. Lu survived, but was lame on one leg. He never returned to Lujiacun, nor did he get married. He has lived alone until now.

But without Old Man Lu, the entire Lujia Village could not burn the charcoal.

This technique is not something that can be done just once. Those people don't know how many times it has failed.

Elder Xiang felt aggrieved for Old Man Lu: "That kid has a grudge in his heart and is stubborn. He has been holding that anger in his heart for decades, and he still can't get over it. The last time I saw him was ten years ago."

"I saved his life. If we let him come, he will come."

Mr. Xiang immediately made the decision: "Sure, I believe you. Please ask someone to bring the letter to him."

Xiang Lao smiled and asked people to do this.

Ertou Mountain is the name of a mountain, not among their eight mountains, but on one of the mountains leading to the town.

People with mixed surnames lived there. After Old Man Lu was rescued by Mr. Xiang, he took advantage of the opportunity to live in Ertoushan. Everyone called him Old Man Lu.

Mr. Xiang knew such a person, but he had never dealt with him and did not know his story.

When I heard his story at this time, I couldn't help but sigh. If you encounter a greedy person, holding a bib is a serious crime.

Hey, you can't take care of everything, just take care of your own little family and this village.

Press down the matter about the big snake, and then learn about the surrounding things. When Old Man Lu comes, burn out the charcoal. When the big cold comes, they can bear it again.

Now they just have to farm. Fortunately, the fields are within their city walls, so they can work without going out.

Mr. Xiang looked up at the sunny sky, hoping that God would bring rain so that the fields would be filled with water so that they could grow crops.

When he arrived home and saw Hong Lizheng, he was surprised: "Hong Lizheng, why are you here?"

You are not dead?

When Hong Lizheng, who had already had a full meal, saw Mr. Xiang, he was as happy as seeing his biological father and mother. He rushed over and hugged Mr. Xiang's legs, sat on the ground and cried.

Mr. Xiang: "..."

This person is not clear-headed and wants to talk about something. It doesn't matter if he hugs my leg and cries.

Forget it, considering that he is as thin as a bamboo pole, I barely want to embarrass him.

Xiang Ci, who was trying to sleep and listen to stories, woke up excitedly, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth sleepily, and began to be a good student who listened to stories.

Xiang Wan sat next to Xiang Ci, imitating her to hold her chin up, and listen to the story like a good student.

After Erya looked around, she sat behind Xiang Ci. However, she was sitting upright and her back was straight.

Xiang Ling, who was sitting far away with an indifferent look on his face, glanced at Erya, withdrew his gaze and looked at Hong Lizheng, who was crying with snot and tears running down his face.

Hong Wei watched his father cry, and he cried with him, unable to wipe away his tears.

For a moment, the whole courtyard was filled with Hong Lizheng's crying, which made Cui's father cry.

Cui's father was in the yard next door. Hearing the crying, he thought about it and came over. What should I do if this old man is crying so hard?

Mr. Xiang shouted to Cui's father for help: "Come and pull him up quickly. It doesn't matter if you hold my legs, they are almost crushed."

There are no men in the family, they are just children, and they are all women, so how can they be allowed to pull people in?

Cui's father, who originally wanted to persuade others, took two steps quickly and took Hong Lizheng's arm: "Brother, you get up first."

Hong Lizheng hugged Cui's father's legs again and cried loudly: "Brother!"

Cui's father, who had never seen such a thing before, immediately stood still, his face flushed.

Why are you still relying on him?

Mr. Xiang, who had his legs free, patted his sore legs, and together with Cui's father, they pulled Hong Lizheng, who was crying and couldn't stand, to sit on a chair in the peach tree.

The two old men almost died from exhaustion.

"Okay, stop crying and let's get down to business." Mr. Xiang, who knew a little about Hongjia Village but didn't know everything about Hongjia Village, took Hong Lizheng's arm and stuffed it into his face, "Wipe away your tears."

Hong Li was crying so hard that he hiccupped, and obediently wiped his tears with his sleeve: "It's buried in the soil, and my eyes are blurred."

His whole body was dirty, and his sleeves were also dirty. If he wiped his eyes with it, he would be blinded.

Mr. Xiang was angry: "..."

Ms. Cui immediately brought a basin of water, and Mr. Xiang handed the towel to Hong Lizheng's hand: "Here, water, wash up."

Hong Li was taking the towel, pressing his nostrils to blow his nose, wiping his fingers on the soles of his worn shoes, and putting the whole towel on his face to scrub.

Then he put his whole face into the basin and shook it, then washed the towel and wrung it out, and wiped his face again.

Repeat several times to make yourself look fresh and clean.

It was indeed very refreshing, and the water in the basin turned black.

It might have been better if I had blown my nose instead of doing that.

Others could bear it, but Xiang Ci still couldn't bear it and looked away.

Hong Li was washing his face, looking at Mr. Xiang with swollen eyes, and started howling again: "Brother..."

Mr. Xiang sat upright and suppressed his anger and said, "Speak like a human being."

"Good."