"I know you don't believe me, so I'll show you my skills today. Xiao Ah Si, give me the tinder. Lu Bing, go to the village and use the excuse of the big pot. Remember, be polite. It doesn't matter if you give me some money. Don't let people think we're bullying you."
Zhao Huan placed dry grass on the lowest layer of the round pit, ignited it with a tinder, and then slowly put small dry branches on it. When the fire gradually stabilized, Zhao Huan put in rotten wood, and blew air from time to time in the middle, and the fire gradually became stronger.
"Sir, you are quite amazing. You actually gave birth to me in one go."
"Basic slot, Wu Liu. This is just the beginning."
Zhao Huan selected a few pieces of coal of the same brick size, crushed them into fist-sized pieces with a shovel, and then put them into the fire.
The fire instantly dwindled considerably. Compared to branches and wood, coal burned much more slowly. Zhao Huan jumped into the trapezoidal pit and then blew air through the passage into the circular pit where the burning objects were placed.
Soon, the surface color of the coal turned red, a small blue flame appeared above the coal, and the temperature in the stove pit gradually rose.
Zhao Huan observed carefully and found that there was no pungent smell during the combustion process, so it was undoubtedly anthracite.
At this moment, Lu Bing came back carrying a big iron pot, and Old Man Li followed behind him with two pheasants in his hands.
"Old Man Li, Old Man Li, come over here and take a look. Is this coal burning any different from anything you've seen before?"
Old man Li came closer and saw that the fire was burning vigorously. He was surprised that the fire was really lit and it was so good.
I sniffed hard, but didn't smell the pungent smell as usual, nor did I feel like vomiting.
"This is different from what I've seen before. The flames are stronger and there's no pungent smell. Could it be used directly to keep warm?"
"It depends on the quality of the coal. The ones that are pure, shiny black, and light in the hand are usually non-toxic."
"Those that are yellow or red in color and feel heavy in the hand all have poisonous fumes." Zhao Huan said as he smashed a few pieces with a shovel and threw them into the stove fire.
Sure enough, soon a thin wisp of yellow smoke emerged from the stove, accompanied by a pungent smell.
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