It was as if he really had magical powers and wanted to pour all of them into it.
Qin Yuan frowned at the strange and mysterious rituals involved in lighting a fire.
As time went by, black and gray smoke continued to spew out of the connected pipe mouth, spraying into the porcelain jar filled with green Gong, and the yellow-green green Gong liquid was immediately smoked turbid.
As time went by, Qin Yuan, who was far away, could smell a hint of sourness.
He immediately took a few steps back and continued to watch the Taoists who were concentrating and fully devoted to their work.
After a muffled sound, the water in the green jar finally began to boil after absorbing a large amount of coal smoke, gurgling and surging upward, producing countless bubbles and white foam, mixed with a strong pungent smell.
Qin Yuan quickly instructed the Taoists to change a jar of green Gong and filter the boiling green Gong while it was still hot.
The young Taoist priests were wearing professional equipment, and two of them picked up the jar of green Gong and left.
Although it was extremely hot, he just frowned slightly, gritted his teeth and endured it, showing his utmost professionalism.
After filtering, the filtrate becomes slightly clearer and more transparent, and the color is much lighter, almost colorless.
Qin Yuan nodded with satisfaction.
Nitrogen fertilizer, done!
It’s a sure thing!
I told you, the principles are all right, everything is possible, how could it not work?!
Professionals are professionals!
Qin Yuan was very satisfied. He stretched and went outside to drink tea.
Chemicals are very harmful to your body. There are basically no chemicals that are not toxic. It’s just a matter of how much you inhale.
Quantitative change leads to qualitative change.
If you can inhale less, do so, and leave it to the professionals.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
