Firewood is necessary. The place with the most firewood in the northwest is only Lao Miao Mountain. In other places, even tall trees are rare.
There were many houses to be built, and six brick kilns, each one and a half meters tall, were built at once. There were also four kilns for making ceramics and glass bottles to make household items for the completed houses.
Miao Wan was worried that if too many trees were cut down and the northwest wind was too strong, the mountain would become barren.
When we arrived at the brick kiln, we first told Master Gu, "Please tell everyone here that if you cut down a tree, you must plant another one, otherwise the tree will be cut down sooner or later."
Master Gu snorted, "You're worrying too much, kid. How could we not know about this? In the past, Lao Miao Mountain used up so much manure, the soil was so fertile. Carpenters like the Yu family all know that if you cut down a tree, you have to plant another one. No one touches the trees near the stakes."
Miao Wan touched her nose and thought so too. The wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated.
Although the wind was equally strong, desertification in later generations was much more serious than it is now. In addition to climate and social development reasons, a large part of it was also due to insufficient environmental protection.
He didn't have to worry about the trees, but Master Gu did have some concerns. "We burn so many bricks and tiles every day. Apart from other things, there's a lot of ash. If we inhale too much dust, we'll get sick. What can we do?"
Miao Wan was stunned for a moment, then slapped her head. "Look at my brain, I forgot to tell you to keep the ashes. Don't throw them around. Give them to me! I'll find a place to put them! They'll be very useful!"
Go to the county town to rob money... ahem, to make money, you have to rely on this first!
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