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Chapter 175 Natural gas reminded me of something

The ministers in the court seemed to be deep in thought. Natural gas? Coal gas?

They all know about coal, though.

So this gas must be related to coal, right? Both can be used for cooking, and both involve coal.

Emperor Jingxuan longed for the kind of fire-starting methods of later generations. Currently, most cooking in the Great Qi Dynasty relies on firewood. With the population growing, the demand for firewood is increasing. This naturally leads to increased deforestation, fewer trees, severe soil erosion, and a deteriorating environment.

If we could avoid using firewood for cooking and instead have coal gas and natural gas, it would definitely be beneficial to Daqi.

If the population of future generations were to exceed 1.4 billion, and everyone were to cut down trees, the entire country would 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 startled, and the other officials turned around abruptly to look at the person who had spoken.

"what?"

The official, who was under the spotlight but was of low rank, felt a chill run down his spine. He swallowed hard and whispered, "Fire Well."

Fire well?

Someone reacted quickly and immediately said, "The Western Han Dynasty's 'Ode to the Capital of Shu' records that fire wells sink into secluded springs, and high flames soar and dance in the sky. Yes, yes, it does indeed have some similarities to the combustion of natural gas in later generations."

This is what often gave them a headache: the names of many items used in later generations are quite different from theirs.

Some of them they had clearly seen before, but if they appeared in a different way or were addressed in a different way, they would have to guess for a long time.

Other officials quickly realized, "There are also records from the Eastern Jin Dynasty that some people used fire wells to boil salt, which was far more efficient than using firewood."

"During the Tang Dynasty, many people in Sichuan used this for lighting and warmth, and it was also called the sacred fire."

"The previous administration had already improved the pipes, so the fire could be controlled."

Emperor Jingxuan's expression shifted slightly. "Could this be made more widespread?"

The ministers looked at each other in bewilderment. After a long while, the first official to speak said, "Your Majesty, at present we can only use it locally and cannot transmit it over long distances. Moreover, the pipelines are made of ceramic, which is prone to leaks and explosions. And on this day... if natural gas is not handled carefully, it can cause people to be poisoned and suffocated."

Emperor Jingxuan frowned deeply, "So dangerous..."

Just then, Su Fangrong in the sky also mentioned this point. She said to Chaochao, "My grandparents are old and sometimes their memory isn't very good. If they forget to turn off the gas, and there's a gas leak, and they close all the doors and windows, they're prone to carbon monoxide poisoning. If they accidentally light it, it could even explode."

Chaochao was startled. "Then, then let's not use it. Burning firewood is safer."

Jian Yunsang smiled and said, "Firewood is the same. Incomplete combustion of firewood will also produce a lot of carbon monoxide, which can cause poisoning if it is in a sealed environment. So when you are burning firewood, it is best to ventilate the room. Even on a very cold day, you should not completely seal the room."

Chao Chao nodded as if she understood, but many people in the Great Qi Dynasty stared wide-eyed, as if they had suddenly realized something.

No wonder, no wonder they always felt nauseous and uncomfortable when they closed the doors and windows and lit a fire to keep warm in the dead of winter, and needed to go outside for some fresh air. It turns out they were poisoned.

Some people even died suddenly from poisoning in their sleep in the middle of the night, and the root cause was actually here.

I never imagined that even burning firewood would involve so many intricacies and considerations.

I learned something new from the skylight: from now on, when we light a fire for warmth, we must never close the windows!

Su Fangrong thought Chaochao was very eager to learn, and Teacher Jian would explain things to her earnestly, regardless of Chaochao's young age.

Even if she doesn't understand, it's okay. She can ask again next time, and Teacher Jian will still patiently teach her. "Sister Su, let me help you start a fire. I know how to start a fire."

As Su Fangrong was sighing, she suddenly heard Chaochao say this. She was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "No need, no need, Chaochao, you go and rest. My grandma will cook for me. I have prepared everything else. I'll just stir-fry a few dishes, it will be quick."

As she spoke, she pushed the group out and then lowered the kitchen curtain.

Chaochao scratched her head; it was rare for her to find a job she could do.

Jian Yunsang couldn't help but chuckle, "Alright, your Sister Su won't agree. How about we take a walk in the yard instead?"

Chaochao had no choice but to agree. The Su family's courtyard wasn't actually very big; they kept seven or eight chickens in one corner.

Grandpa Su was chatting with He Nanzhou. He Nanzhou could chat with anyone if he wanted to. Grandpa Su was not good with words, but he was able to get carried away and talk at length, explaining everything about the fields and the village.

Seeing Chaochao and the other girl go into the yard, he stood up as well and said to Chaochao, "These chickens are all raised by us, and the eggs they lay are all genuine free-range eggs. I heard that free-range eggs are nutritious, so we specially kept about 30 or 40 eggs from the last ten days or so. You can take them back for the children to eat."

Jian Yunsang smiled and said, "No need, you can keep it and eat it slowly."

"Yes, yes, Ms. Jian, you've helped our family so much. We can't refuse a few eggs, even if we can't give you anything else."

Jian Yunsang had no choice but to agree.

Besides chickens, there were no other livestock kept in the yard.

The people under the canopy followed Chaochao around and couldn't help but say, "Is this really the countryside? Is this what you call a poor family?"

For the people of Daqi, such a family is not associated with poverty at all.

True poverty is when a house leaks, people suffer from hunger and cold, are emaciated, and even having enough to eat and wear is a luxury.

The house in front of me, though not very new, is perfectly adequate for sheltering from the wind and rain, even better than the best house in Shangliu Village.

And the clothes worn by Grandpa Su and Grandma Su were without a single patch, clearly very warm cotton-padded clothes.

Grandpa Zhou was a bit thin, but Grandma Zhou was plump and looked like she had plenty to eat.

If this is called poverty, then most of the people in Daqi should be considered poor.

For some reason, the people of Daqi felt a pang of sadness; they also longed to be among those impoverished households.

Before long, Su Fangrong had prepared the meal and placed it on the dining table.

She took off her apron and greeted the group, "Teacher Jian, Master, Chaochao, dinner's ready."

Chaochao was led by Jian Yunsang to wash her hands at the pool in the yard before entering the kitchen.

Like the Hu family in Shangliu Village, the Su family did not have a separate dining room; the kitchen was very large, and in addition to cooking, the dining table was also placed there.

When Chaochao came in, Su Fangrong was wiping the stool clean. She smiled and waved to her, "Come on, Chaochao, sit here. This chair is a bit higher."

"Thank you, Sister Su." Chaochao thanked her and climbed onto the chair.

As soon as I sat down, I saw the food on the table.

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