Chapter 128: Grave Grass (33)
As soon as Lan Jin finished speaking, she could clearly feel that the three people behind the intercom were stunned at first, and then became excited.
"Right! Why didn't we think of such a simple idea before? Everyone was only thinking about food and never thought of using what we already had to exchange for food." Ling Jiang said and praised, "Hey, Lan Jin, you have a pretty good brain."
"It just suddenly occurred to me. We didn't have much charcoal before, only enough for ourselves, so we didn't think of doing that. But we've been busy getting wood these past few days, and we have so much wood at home, so we can naturally take it out to trade. But before that, we need to find out the situation on the black market."
After all, they had only heard Lao Gao mention the term "black market," and Lao Gao had heard it while adjusting the intercom. No one knew its specific location or what role it played. So no matter what they wanted to do, they had to first understand the situation of the black market before making long-term plans.
Of course, using charcoal can temporarily relieve food anxiety, but this method will definitely not work in the long run. After all, no one knows how long the extreme cold will last. Even if there is extra charcoal, they have to use it mainly at home.
But when they thought about having a way to exchange for food, everyone became excited. After Lao Gao shouted, they immediately ran to the rooftop and started working.
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When it comes to charcoal making, Huang Jinghe is still the main force.
Huang Jinghe, who has mastered the method of charcoal making, really thinks that the charcoal making process is not difficult, but cutting large pieces of wood into small pieces is extremely difficult.
They were on the rooftop, chopping wood from dusk till dark, but they didn't manage to chop down many small pieces of wood. Instead, the children and dog who came up to play with them were already exhausted by now.
Lan Jin held the almost asleep little kid in her arms and said, "I think my family has a chainsaw. Why don't I go home and look for it and come back tomorrow?"
When Lao Gao heard Lan Jin's words, he looked at her with a confused look on his face. Then his eyes lit up, "Sister Lan, why didn't you tell me earlier that you had a chainsaw?"
"There's no oil here. Once it's used up, it's gone. Besides, I didn't think about it before."
Lao Gao said excitedly, "Oh, you don't have this oil, but I do. Forget it, let's end it today and start again tomorrow. Sister Lan, give me the chainsaw. I'll try oiling it tonight and it will be ready for use tomorrow after it's adjusted."
They didn't need to clean up the rooftop. Each of them picked up a few pieces of wood and followed Lan Jin downstairs.
After returning home, Lan Jin settled the little one down first, then took out the chainsaw from a hidden corner in the master bedroom. "Here, this is it."
When Lao Gao saw the chainsaw Lan Jin handed him, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited. "Sister Lan, you really are my Sister Lan. This chainsaw is so big, it's more than enough to chop the big wood we brought back."
Lao Gao immediately tried to start the chainsaw at the door of Lan Jin's house. Unexpectedly, the chainsaw made a harsh starting sound just after he pulled the rope twice.
Seeing that the chainsaw could be used normally, Lan Jin quickly explained the origin of the chainsaw. "I bought this thing when I went back to my hometown to visit the graves. I used it once and kept it ever since. I think it came with a small bottle of oil when I bought it, but it was all used up that day. I poured the last bit of oil directly into this, but it seems to burn a lot of oil, and a bottle of oil can only be used for a few days."
Lan Jin's excuse is not a random one. Many people do tidy up the grass on the graves when they go back to their hometown to visit the graves during the Qingming Festival. If they clean it every year, they can just pull it out by hand.
But if not, after a few years the weeds will grow into thick branches in some places, which cannot be pulled out by hand, so the chainsaw comes in handy.
However, this thing is generally not used very often at home, so even if you buy it, you won’t buy a particularly large one. But Lan Jin originally bought the chainsaw to cut locks, and she was worried that the small one would be useless, so she naturally bought a larger one.
So now, looking at the size of this chainsaw, it is exactly what Lao Gao wants.
But that's not the point; she just explained why she owned a chainsaw.
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The younger generation might not have understood what Lan Jin was saying, but Grandma Ling, who had come to join in the fun after hearing the noises in the corridor, immediately understood. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Jiang'er, didn't we also buy a small electric saw when we visited the grave a few years ago? Seeing this thing suddenly reminded me of it. Did you bring it with you when you moved in?"
Ling Jiang looked at Grandma Ling and blinked. She had no recollection of this happening. "Do we have a chainsaw at home?"
"Yes, I bought it several years ago. I packed it and put it in the glove box when I left. I was the one who received it. Judging from the way you look, you must not have even unpacked it."
Grandma Ling turned around and went home to look for it, and soon she really found the chainsaw.
It's just a head...
It is purely for grave use.
But it’s better to have something than nothing. Even a small electric saw is better than a kitchen knife.
But when Lao Gao saw the contrast between the two chainsaws, he said helplessly, "Sister Lan is really honest. I was wondering how long it has been since you visited your family's grave."
Lan Jin was too lazy to pay attention to him and closed the door and went to sleep.
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The next day.
Before dawn, they heard the sound of Lao Gao sawing wood at home. Hearing the sound, they quickly got up and started working.
Since it was too troublesome to move the wood up and down, Lao Gao directly piled up the wood in room 3201, which had the most wood. When she and Ling Jiang left, the corridor was full of dust.
The little girl wanted to join in the fun, but as soon as she came out, she was blinded by the dust. She rubbed her eyes and said, "Mom, I can't see clearly."
"That's right, you can't see clearly. It's too dusty here and it's not suitable for you to play. Why don't you go back and play with Nana?"
The little kid thought about it, but he couldn't open his eyes because of the dust, so he reluctantly agreed, "Okay."
After sending Lan Qiaoqiao home, when the three of them arrived at 3201, Lao Gao, who was working so excitedly, had no idea what had just happened. He thought they came too early and said, "Why did you come so early?"
Ling Jiang rolled his eyes. "With that much noise, who can still sleep?"
"Sorry, sorry, I'll definitely be late tomorrow."
However, it must be said that with the electric saw, the work efficiency has increased many times. At this time, Lao Gao has already cut a lot of large pieces of wood, and Ling Jiang did not delay. He picked up the small electric saw and cut the wood pieces cut by Lao Gao again, turning them into charcoal pieces of appropriate size.
Both of them found something that suited them. Lan Jin and Huang Jinghe naturally couldn't sit idle either. They quickly built a charcoal rack on the balcony. While making charcoal, they straightened out the messy wood. Not only did they not get idle for a moment during the whole day, but it passed quickly. In fact, they even repeated this cycle for several days in a row.
(End of this chapter)
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