Chapter 175 Natural Gas Reminds Me of Something
The ministers in the court were all thoughtful. Natural gas, coal gas?
They all know about coal.
So this gas should be related to coal, right? Both can be used to burn fire and have coal, right?
Emperor Jingxuan really wanted to use the fire-making method of later generations. Most people in Daqi currently use firewood to cook. Now that the population is increasing, the demand for firewood is also increasing. The intensity of felling is naturally large, the number of trees is decreasing, soil erosion is serious, and the environment is naturally deteriorating.
If we can use coal gas and natural gas instead of firewood, it will definitely be beneficial to Daqi.
In future, the population will be more than 1.4 billion. If everyone cuts down trees, the whole country will suffer.
Emperor Jingxuan was deep in thought when an official suddenly stood up and said, "Your Majesty, this natural gas reminds me of something."
Emperor Jingxuan was shocked, and other officials turned their heads to look at the person who spoke.
"What?"
The official who was being watched by everyone was of low rank, and felt a little tingling on his scalp. He swallowed and said in a low voice, "Fire well."
Fire well?
Someone was quick to respond and said, "The Western Han Dynasty's "Ode to the Capital of Shu" recorded that the fire well shone brightly in the deep spring, and the high flames flew up to the sky. Yes, yes, it is indeed somewhat similar to the combustion of natural gas in later generations."
This is what often gives them a headache, as the names of many items in later generations are very different from theirs.
They have clearly seen some of them before, but if they appear in a different form or are called by a different name, they will have to guess for a long time.
Other officials quickly responded, "There are also records in the Eastern Jin Dynasty that people used fire wells to boil salt, which was much more efficient than firewood."
"During the Tang Dynasty, many people in Shu used it for lighting and heating, and called it a sacred fire."
"The previous government has improved the pipelines, so the size of the fire can be controlled."
Emperor Jingxuan's expression slightly changed, "Can it be popularized?"
The ministers looked at each other in bewilderment. After a while, the official who spoke first said, "Your Majesty, at present, it can only be taken locally and cannot be transmitted over long distances. Moreover, the pipelines are made of ceramic pipes, which are prone to leakage and explosion. Moreover, this day... natural gas can cause poisoning and suffocation if you are not careful."
Emperor Jingxuan frowned, "It's so dangerous..."
Coincidentally, Su Fangrong in the sky also mentioned this. She said to Chao Chao, "My grandparents are old and sometimes have a bad memory. If they forget to turn off the gas switch, gas leaks, and the doors and windows are closed, it is easy to get carbon monoxide poisoning. If they accidentally ignite it, it will explode."
Chao Chao was shocked. "Well, then don't use it. It's safer to burn firewood."
Jian Yunsang smiled and said, "It's the same with firewood. Incomplete combustion of firewood will also produce a large amount of carbon monoxide. If it is in a sealed environment, it will also cause poisoning. So when burning a fire, it is best to ventilate it. Even on very cold days, it cannot be completely sealed."
Chao Chao nodded as if he understood, but many people in the Daqi Dynasty widened their eyes as if they suddenly realized something.
No wonder, no wonder they always felt nauseous and uncomfortable when they closed the doors and windows and burned fire to keep warm in the middle of winter, and needed to go out for some fresh air. It turned out that they were poisoned.
There are also people who suddenly died of poisoning while sleeping in the middle of the night, and the root cause turned out to be here.
I didn't expect that even burning firewood involves so many tricks and details.
I learned something new from the skylight. From now on, when I light a fire to keep warm, I must never close the windows! !
Su Fangrong felt that Chaochao was very studious, and Teacher Jian would explain everything to her seriously no matter how young Chaochao was.
It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t understand. She can just ask again next time and Teacher Jian will still teach her patiently.
"Sister Su, let me help you light the fire. I know how to light a fire."
Su Fangrong was sighing when she suddenly heard Chao Chao say this. She was stunned for a moment and said hurriedly, "No, no, Chao Chao, you go and take a rest. My grandma will help me cook. I have prepared everything else. I will just stir-fry a few dishes. It will be quick."
As she spoke, she pushed a few people out and lowered the kitchen curtain.
Chaochao scratched her head. It was rare for her to find a job that she could do.
Jian Yunsang couldn't help laughing, "Okay, your sister Su won't agree, let's walk around the yard, okay?"
Chaochao could only agree. The Su family’s yard was actually not very big, and they raised seven or eight chickens in the corner.
Grandpa Su was originally chatting with He Nanzhou. As long as He Nanzhou was willing, he could chat with anyone. Grandpa Su was not good at speaking, but he could also lead him to talk and explain everything about the fields and the village.
Seeing Chao Chao and the other person go to the yard, he also stood up and said to Chao Chao, "These chickens are all raised by our family, and the eggs they lay are all authentic free-range eggs. I heard that free-range eggs are nutritious, so we specially saved some from the last ten days. There are probably thirty or forty of them. You can take them back and feed them to the children later."
Jian Yunsang smiled and said, "No, you can keep it and eat it slowly."
"Yes, yes. Teacher Jian, you have helped our family so much. We can't afford to give us anything else, but we can't refuse a few eggs."
Jian Yunsang had no choice but to agree.
Apart from chickens, there are no other livestock in the yard.
The people under the canopy looked around with Chao Chao and couldn't help but ask, "Is this really a rural area? Is this what you call a poor family?"
For the people of Daqi, such families have nothing to do with poverty.
Real poverty means that the house is leaky, the people are hungry and cold, they are skinny, and even having enough food and warm clothes is a luxury.
But this house in front of me, although not very new, can provide shelter from wind and rain without any problems, and is better than the best house in Shangliu Village.
There are also the clothes worn by Grandpa Su and Grandma Su. There is not a single patch on them and they are obviously very warm cotton-padded clothes.
Grandpa Zhou is a little thin, but Grandma Zhou is plump and looks like she has never lacked food.
If this is called poverty, then most of the people in Daqi should be considered poor.
For some reason, the people of Daqi felt sad and miserable. They also wanted to become such poor households.
Not long after, Su Fangrong prepared the food and placed it on the dining table one by one.
She took off her apron and greeted a few people, "Teacher Jian, Master, Chao Chao, it's time to eat."
Chaochao was taken by Jian Yunsang to the sink in the yard to wash her hands, and then walked into the kitchen.
The Su family, like the Hu family in Shangliu Village, does not have a separate dining room. The kitchen is very large, and in addition to cooking, the dining table is also placed here.
When Chao Chao came in, Su Fangrong was wiping the stool. She smiled and waved at her, "Come, Chao Chao, sit here. This chair is a little higher."
"Thank you, Sister Su." Chao Chao thanked her and climbed onto the chair.
As soon as I sat down, I saw the food on the table.
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