Having readily available resources is not enough; you must also have a thorough understanding of the market.
Otherwise, it would be a waste of effort.
Ye Panjiu was well aware of this, and arrived at the village entrance in the afternoon.
There are oxcarts from Yejiacun that go to town every day, but there are no people on the oxcarts at this time.
"Sister Panjiu, going to town?" Ye Sansheng greeted her with a smile.
Ye Sansheng is the son of Ye Santian, a neighbor of the Ye family. He is younger than Ye Panjiu, but he already has three children.
“Yes.” Ye Panjiu got into the oxcart and handed two copper coins to Ye Sansheng.
Ye Sansheng accepted it with some surprise.
In the past, Ye Panjiu never paid when he rode in the oxcart; he was too embarrassed to ask his neighbors for money.
Grandma Ye always brought the money later.
After a short while, the oxcart was carrying four people. Ye Sansheng moved the ox rope, and the oxcart slowly moved forward.
The other three people on the oxcart sat far away from Ye Panjiu.
She acted as if she were some kind of plague god.
Ye Panjiu didn't mind, and was able to enjoy some peace and quiet as she observed the unspoiled scenery of the ancient world.
Qingshui Village is not far from the town; it takes only half an hour by oxcart.
(One shichen is two hours.)
"Panjiu, just come back before 5 PM," Ye Sansheng specifically instructed her.
There was no way around it; it had happened before that waiting for the original owner alone had delayed things for a full hour.
"Okay, I'll be there on time." Ye Panjiu walked into the town.
There were significantly more people in the town than in the village, and the people coming and going were well-dressed.
Ye Panjiu looked around, watching the flow of money, and listened intently.
He kept talking to people and asking questions.
Fifteen minutes before dusk, Ye Panjiu had already returned to the town entrance.
Ye Sansheng looked at her with some surprise, noticing that Sister Pan Jiu had arrived so early.
When Ye Panjiu arrived at her doorstep in the oxcart, she ran into Old Lady Ye, who was hurrying out of her house.
"Oh, she's back! She's back!" Grandma Ye called out into the courtyard.
Ye Daniu and Ye Erniu, who were behind them, stopped in their tracks.
"Mother, didn't I say I was going to town?" Ye Panjiu stepped forward and took the arm of Old Lady Ye.
The old lady's love for her daughter was genuine. Since the drowning, Grandma Ye's eyes were swollen from crying and were still red.
"My eyes are twitching, I'm so afraid you'll bump into something." Grandma Ye held Ye Panjiu's hand tightly.
"You're about to make a fortune," Ye Panjiu said with a smile.
The brown rice porridge was already laid out on the table, and the whole family sat down.
Ye Panjiu picked up the bowl and drank a lot of it.
She hadn't drunk any water all afternoon and had talked a lot; she was extremely thirsty.
The whole family looked at her.
"Father, I've found out. The town has already started buying charcoal. The price of charcoal is high right now, but it will drop when it gets colder because there will be more people selling it."
Old Man Ye asked in confusion, "Charcoal?"
Everyone in the village burned firewood; he had never even heard of charcoal.
Ye Panjiu continued to explain, "It's about covering the firewood to burn, removing the water inside, and then you get charcoal. Charcoal doesn't produce smoke, and good charcoal burns longer."
Upon hearing this, the whole family's eyes lit up.
After the autumn harvest, the family had no more money coming in, only money going out.
The casual labor jobs in the town and county are all for relatives and friends; they can't even get a chance to work there.
Having plenty of strength but not being able to earn money, causing great anxiety.
Finding a way to make money is definitely exciting.
"What's the price of this charcoal?" Ye Erniu asked excitedly.
"No one is selling charcoal on the street yet. It's all supplied to taverns and inns. Good charcoal costs two coins a pound, while inferior charcoal costs one coin a pound," Ye Panjiu said, recounting the information she had gathered that afternoon.
Ye Erniu's eyes widened as he turned to look at Old Man Ye. "Dad, the firewood we've piled up behind us must weigh at least a thousand pounds, right?"
Old Man Ye quickly calculated in his mind, "A thousand catties, that's at least one and a half taels of silver!"
Sun Shi abandoned the meal and hurriedly said, "How can that be enough? There are trees all over the back hill, and no one is around. Can't we just exchange them for charcoal?"
Looking into the eager eyes of her family, Ye Panjiu felt reassured.
As long as everyone works together and focuses their efforts in the same direction, she will definitely be able to make money!
"Okay, I'll start trying to burn charcoal after I finish eating."
Old Man Ye also finalized the matter, saying, "We'll leave this to Jiu to direct; we'll listen to you."
Sun, who used to dislike Ye Panjiu intensely, remained silent this time.
Everyone wants to make money.
After finishing their meal, Ye Panjiu was followed by a string of people to the woodpile in the backyard.
Ye Panjiu pointed to a pile of yellow mud in the corner of the wall, "Brother, can you help me mix this mud with water?"
Ye Daniu nodded and deftly picked up the bucket to fetch water.
She then chose a slope in the vegetable garden, picked up a shovel, and prepared to dig a charcoal kiln.
Ye Erniu snatched the shovel from her hand. "Little sister, let me do what you need to do. You still need to take good care of your health."
Ye Panjiu felt a warmth in her heart and drew a circle with a thin piece of firewood. "Second brother, just dig half a meter down."
She also explained the precautions for the air inlet and chimney.
Ye Erniu dug quickly.
Old Man Ye was also helping out at the construction site.
Ye Panjiu then surrounded the area with stones, wanting to try this simple and straightforward method of charcoal burning.
See which has lower losses and faster speed.
After understanding the situation, Liu returned with a pile of dry straw, laid it at the bottom, and put charcoal on top.
Ye Panjiu gave a final inspection of the surroundings, removing all flammable items; safety was the most important thing.
The tinderbox lit the straw, and in no time, a roaring flame shot up.
It reflected the hopeful faces of all the Ye family members.
Not wanting to waste a single moment, Old Lady Ye began doing her needlework again by the firelight.
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