After receiving the news from fifty miles outside the city, Jian Shuyang and Song Xing'an immediately rushed to Mingshan with their people.
The famous mountain has a gentle terrain. Although it is called a mountain, it is only as high as a mound. Thousands of continuous mounds form a unique plain landform.
This place is one hundred and thirty miles away from the southern section of the river. At first glance, it is overgrown with weeds. There are no towering trees that are too tall, just bushes about a few feet high.
"Two adults." Takagi Qiao saw someone coming through the telescope, and quickly took his son to greet him. Both of them were wearing short shirts and carrying hammers, magnifying glasses and other tools.
Takagi Qiao is now seventy-three years old. He learned the art of exploration from his father since he was a child. He also traveled to high mountains and famous rivers when he was young. Later, his father passed away. As life at home became more and more difficult, he had no choice but to farm at home to support his wife and children.
But the knowledge taught by his ancestors has never been forgotten. After his son was born, he also taught him all, but rarely practiced it.
This time the government office was recruiting people. When the seventy-three-year-old Gao Muqiao heard the news, he immediately signed up with his son, hoping that the inheritance of the older generation could be put to use.
"Gao Muqiao, where is the thing? Take us there quickly." Jian Shuyang looked around Xizhou hastily, not seeing anything different here.
After receiving the news, he and Song Xing'an put everything aside and rushed over without stopping.
"We discovered it by accident over there, and accidentally lit it on fire while making a fire." Takagi Qiao pointed to the distance behind him, then raised his feet to lead the way.
The famous mountains are all large and small mounds. On the right side of Takamuqiao, there are some small cliffs that look like piles of limestone. In the Western Zhou Dynasty, there is almost no grass growing, and the geology is very dark ink black.
They didn't pay attention at first, but when they were lighting a fire on the limestone, they found that the firewood was stained with a very viscous black liquid.
The liquid was very resistant to burning when ignited by fire, and was accompanied by a very pungent smell. They didn't know what those black liquids were, but they could be ignited by fire, which would have many uses, so Takagiqiao immediately sent someone to notify Song Xing'an.
Looking at the black liquid flowing out from the gap, Jian Shuyang inserted a wooden stick into it, rotated it twice and took it out.
They stick to the sticks and keep dripping down. If you smell them carefully, you can smell a fragrant smell.
"The smell is very strong, but it still smells good." Jian Shuyang still wanted to smell it.
Gao Muqiao frowned, does it smell good? He felt it smelled particularly bad.
Song Xing'an used a fire stick to light the wooden stick in Jian Shuyang's hand. Looking at the bright flame, his eyes were shining. "It's a good thing. It's the same as anthracite. It's no problem to use it for cooking and heating."
Jian Shuyang stood up and stared at the burned stick, "But what on earth is this? No one has seen it."
After Song Xing'an thought for a long time with his hands behind his back, he immediately ordered: "Collect half the barrel immediately and send it to the capital. Maybe the Ministry of Industry and the Queen will know about it."
Half a barrel of crude oil and a letter were quickly sent to the capital. Song Xing'an also deliberately asked someone to pack some more and take them back to the government office.
Take out the anthracite coal from the stove and replace it with crude oil in iron boxes. There is a kettle and iron pot on the stove.
Song Xing'an and Jian Shuyang were cooking hot pot around the stove.
"Brother Song, we haven't found any gold or silver mines. Finding such a magical object is a great achievement. Now Nancheng has another income." Jian Shuyang took out the spinach dyed red with red oil from the pot and added some seasoning. After passing the sesame oil in the bowl and stuffing it into your mouth, it was numb and spicy.
Jian Shuyang broke a fish ball in one bite. Nowadays, there are many people in Nancheng. In addition to farmers, there are also many merchants doing small businesses. They don't even need to make these fish balls by themselves. They can buy them ready-made on the street. , not only the price is cheap, but also fresh, all fresh fish caught from the Yue River.
While eating, the two of them talked about the future grand plans of the Thirteen Cities in the North.
An hour passed. Song Xing'an looked at Jian Shuyang's head that kept shaking, and his face could not be seen clearly. "Brother Jian, why do you have multiple noses, multiple eyes, and multiple mouths?"
"Don't shake it, it's making me dizzy." The chopsticks in Song Xing'an's hand were placed randomly on the table. He stretched out his hand to steady Jian Shuyang's shaking head, but he touched it even though his face was clearly there. Less than.
"Bang." Song Xing'an stood up unsteadily, holding on to the table. As a result, his mind shook, and he felt the sky was dark and the whole person fell backwards, tripping over the chair.
Jian Shuyang lowered his head and fell unconscious on the table. His hair was covered with sesame oil and miscellaneous seasonings in the seasoning bowl.
The sound of Song Xing'an falling alarmed the servants guarding the door. After calling several times but receiving no response, they pushed the door open.
The smell is so strong, pungent, and even a little choking.
"Sir."
"adult."
After seeing such a messy scene, the two of them rushed to call their master.
Jian Shuyang's attendant reached for the cup on the table and questioned with some confusion: "It's sour plum juice. I didn't drink alcohol. How could I be drunk?"
The attendants who had been with Song Xingan since he was a child helped Song Xingan to go back to the room. When he staggered to the door, he ordered the people who came over: "Go and call the doctor."
My son has never been drunk since he was a child, let alone not drinking. The smell in the house is so bad, could it be poisonous?
The doctor hurried to the government office with a medicine box on his back. He sat by the bed and checked his pulse for a long time. He frowned and twirled his beard, "It seems like a sign of poisoning. I wonder what you have just eaten?"
The attendant quickly led them to the room where Song Xing'an and Jian Shuyang had just eaten hot pot. Now that the door was open, the smell was much lighter.
"These are not poisonous." After the doctor finished testing the poison, he shook his head at the people who were looking at him.
Song Xing'an's attendant suddenly thought of something, "Could it be related to this thing? The house had been burning for an hour. When I came in, I felt a little difficult to breathe."
The doctor couldn't be sure. After all, he had never seen anything like crude oil, let alone whether it was poisonous. He could only prescribe medicine to Song Xing'an and Jian Shuyang based on their symptoms.
In the evening of the next day, Jian Shuyang opened her eyes in pain, clutching her chest and feeling extremely stuffy. She couldn't breathe enough no matter how hard she breathed, and she couldn't breathe.
"My lord, you are finally awake." The attendant quickly put the tray in his hand on the table and rushed to Jian Shuyang's bedside, his voice full of worry and anxiety.
Jian Shuyang saw it was dark outside. When did he fall asleep, "What's going on?"
"Sir, you and Master Song were eating hot pot in the house, and the black liquid turned out to be poisonous when burned. You and Master Song were both poisoned, and you have been unconscious for a day and a night."
Jian Shuyang frowned, lifted the quilt with one hand and propped himself up on the bed, saying with a rough breath, "Where is Song Xing'an?"
"Master Song hasn't woken up yet. The doctor said he was more poisoned and it may take a few more hours."
