"I'll see if there's any firewood on the east side of the town, and I'll collect some later."
“What are you going to do in the east? There are only bare hills there, nothing to gather firewood. If you want to collect firewood, you have to go to the high mountains in the south, where there is much more dry firewood.”
"Huh?" Sheng Qian asked in surprise, "Aunt Fang, how did you know that?"
“We have people coming and going here every day, and they’re all very talkative. They even told me their daughters-in-law’s names.”
Sheng Qian smiled; the information network of rural women was indeed impressive.
Sheng Qian's eyes flickered slightly as she asked, "Does Aunt Fang know what dyed that big muddy road to the east so black?"
"I heard that someone went deep into the mountains to look for that black coal..."
"There really is coal in there!" Sheng Qian's eyes lit up!
Hou Guifang nodded, "It's just a small plot of land. The town is only so big and it's remote, so nobody's willing to dig for this stuff. The mountain roads are dangerous, and there aren't the tools for mining. Only someone who's not afraid of death would risk going in."
Sheng Qian took this to heart. "Aunt Fang is right. No one would dare to mine without the right tools."
Even in later generations, there will be mining collapses. Without thorough preparation, no one would dare to risk mining.
While Sheng Qian was cooking lunch, she was weighing things in her mind and deep in thought.
Her gaze couldn't help but drift to the east side of the town, where low hills stretched out in a continuous line.
Because access is inconvenient, there are no coal mining teams or mining equipment here.
And what she's best at is related to this kind of equipment!
Sheng Qian returned to her room, picked up a pencil, and drew a stroke on a piece of paper!
A new goal thus appeared in Sheng Qian's mind!
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