After getting the accurate information, Qin Zheng's eyes lit up.
"One kiln for three or four days? Then we can make full use of these small blast furnaces!"
Qin Jun chuckled and said, "We have so much coal in our village? Or can we buy it?"
Nowadays, you need a ticket to buy coal. It is not easy to buy coal without a ticket.
The reason why his family has coal powder is that it was picked up from the slag mountains of Hongqi Mine and Hongquan Mine.
Zhazi Mountain, also called Zhazi Rock, is actually a hill formed by the accumulation of garbage dumped by coal mines.
Generally, they are poured rocks, and the better ones are coal gangue. As for coal, they are mixed with these garbage and thrown out together.
Since it was thrown away as garbage, there was naturally not much coal.
His family saved more than a thousand kilograms of raw coal after more than a year of accumulation.
Of course, it’s not just his house, there is such a big garbage mountain, and a lot of garbage is dumped out every day.
Therefore, those who are diligent in the surrounding villages will pick it up early in the morning before dawn.
The early bird catches the worm, and this applies everywhere.
It was only after seeing the coal shipped from home that Qin Jun remembered it.
During this period, every morning early in the morning, his mother and two sisters would go to Zhazi Mountain to collect coal before dawn.
It was equivalent to climbing a hill every day. He remembered that he often went there when he was a child in his previous life. This job was not easy at all.
At this time, Qin Zheng said again: "There are some indicators in our village, but not many. It is not possible to make money with this now, but it can still be done if each household burns a kiln of lime."
"This is not bad. At first, every household will have no shortage of lime."
Qin Jun said indifferently, because he never wanted to make money with this craft.
"Haha, that's it, as long as you don't look at Accountant Feng's face anymore."
As he said this, Qin Zheng became angry.
It seems that they are not the only ones who have experienced Accountant Feng's foul mouth.
Thinking about it, that guy's eyes are on the top of his head. Even if the captain goes there, he won't get a good look, right?
Is the world suffering now? Thinking of this, Qin Jun laughed.
If the surrounding villages knew that they could get free lime, I wonder if anyone would buy the lime from the commune?
He can't make money with this skill anyway, so it would be nice to be able to cause some problems for some people.
He has no desires and demands, and he is strong without desires. He really is not afraid of anyone now.
Qin Jun became happy thinking about the situations he might encounter in the future.
"You shouldn't need to watch here, right? Is the ignition successful now?"
"Well, the ignition has been successful. All we have to do is wait for the kiln to start."
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go have dinner! Don't worry, I will arrange for the militiamen in the team to guard it, and no one will cause any damage!"
After saying that, Qin Zheng took Qin Jun and left.
The small blast furnace was originally located on the edge of the village, and there was no need to worry about anyone damaging it.
The village is not big, with only twenty or thirty households in it.
When the population was at its peak, after the children of each family were divided into households, their village would only have 70 or 80 households.
For such a small village, you can walk from the west end to the east end very quickly.
However, looking in that direction, it was not going back to Qin Jun's home, but to Qin Zheng's home.
After being pulled into the room, Qin Jun immediately saw the square table placed in the middle.
There is no way, now this table must be the most handsome boy, otherwise why would a group of boys from Qin Zheng's family stare at him?
Fortunately, they didn't drool, otherwise Qin Zheng's slap would have been in close contact with their buttocks.
"Captain, is your family struggling?"
The first thing he saw was a steaming pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms, which made Qin Jun a little speechless.
"Isn't it just an old hen? Just eat it!"
The corners of his mouth trembled, but Qin Zheng still said stiffly.
Looking at his look, Qin Jun wanted to laugh, but after thinking about it, he couldn't laugh.
In this day and age, some people don’t kill chickens during the Chinese New Year. Why?
Because all the chickens left behind in each family are hens, how can they be willing to kill them and eat the meat?
The Chicken Butt Bank definitely deserves its reputation at this time!
Especially for farmers who have no land allocated and no chance to sell grain, this is definitely a veritable bank!
What day is it today? He even killed a chicken!
Qin Jun felt a little heavy. He chose to bake lime just for the sake of a bite to eat.
But he really didn't expect that the captain would kill his old hen just because of burning lime.
"Hurry up and sit down. Don't think too much. You have to know how big a problem our village can solve just because of your hand today?"
Qin Zheng took Qin Jun and sat directly in front of the table, and still pressed him on the left hand position at the top.
As soon as he sat down, Qin Jun stood up immediately.
It is absolutely impossible for him to take the first place in his own family.
After all, they haven't released the fifth server. They are a family. He can't let his elders sit down, right?
It was at this time that Qin Shi walked in.
"Haha, mistress actually has a chance to take the first place this time."
Qin Jun rolled his eyes at him and said, "If you don't explain clearly what's going on with you, I won't dare sit in this chair!"
"It's not interesting. According to the rules of our Qin family, you have to sit in the first place after you have made a meritorious service. Just sit down and sit down."
Seeing Qin Shi's serious look, Qin Jun was stunned. How many years had he not heard this sentence?
The rules of the Qin family! It's because the Qin family has rules, so there will never be chaos no matter what.
For example, no matter how difficult it is, the Qin family has never sold their sons or daughters.
Qin Jun sat down silently, and even Qin Zheng's father could only sit under him.
Of course, Qin Zheng’s grandfather didn’t come to the table.
The old man is over eighty years old. Now he can't get out of bed, so he can only eat in another room.
There was no grandfather, Qin Jun sat at the head of the uncles, and he felt that he could bear it.
After sitting down, Qin Jun saw that Qin Zheng was definitely bleeding today.
In addition to the pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms, there are now three dishes and one soup on the table.
A plate of vinegared cabbage was quite satisfactory, followed by the very conspicuous scrambled eggs.
There are a lot of eggs, not seven or eight, and there is absolutely no way to fry such a large plate.
The other plate was actually bacon fried with shredded potatoes, there was meat!
Serious pork, back in this era for more than half a month, he could only think about it in his dreams.
Because in this day and age, there are many families who cannot eat pork even during the New Year.
Finally, there is a pot of stewed tofu with pickles, which is also a delicacy in childhood memories.
Mr. Lu Xun said it right, if I have a plate of pickles stewed with tofu, the emperor will not be as good as me!
At this time, Qin Jun really wanted to say something, what kind of family, they still eat four dishes and one soup? This should be the treatment when senior cadres come to inspect now, right?
"My mistress is fourteen years old this year, right?"
Before Qin Jun came to his senses, Qin Zheng picked up the wine.
"You'll be fifteen after the New Year, and you can drink!" Qin Shi also said.
Qin Zheng's father, Qin Zhixin, said with a smile: "Then pour him a bowl."
Qin Jun was startled, could he drink wine now?
However, he likes wine but is not greedy for drinks, so he habitually said: "Just half a glass, and I won't drink any more."
"Okay, we won't persuade you to drink either!"
Qin Zheng hesitated for a moment and then spoke.
People in Qilu do not encourage people to drink. Who would believe this?
However, I really don’t have the confidence to persuade me to drink now! Because he only has one can of loose liquor at home.
It is pure sorghum wine, because the village is reluctant to use other grains to make wine.
Looking at the sorghum wine with hops in the tea bowl in front of me, it actually smelled like a hint of fragrance, without any smell of bran.
This should not be new wine in old bottles, but a real cellar.
The earthen clay pots made by the village themselves, together with the sorghum wine steamed by themselves, have been hidden for unknown years, but the bottles must be old.
"This was brewed in the year your eldest niece was born. I think it was 1958. It was a great harvest that year. There was food but no sorghum. Who would have thought that in 1959..."
Saying that, Qin Zheng felt a little emotional.
I have to sigh with emotion, because since 1958, regardless of whether the food harvest was good or not, their village has never made wine again.
It's not that there's no leftover sorghum. After all, it doesn't taste good and is usually fed to livestock.
If you make wine and sell it secretly, you can get some grain.
However, from 1958 onwards, villagers would never use grain to make wine because they wanted to leave a way out.
Qin Jun could naturally imagine this kind of thing. If it turned out to be the case, he would be just a fourteen-year-old kid. Naturally, he would not understand the sadness inside!
