"Ping'an! Hurry it up! I told you to make a few things—why are you so slow?"
"Dog already had everything that needed preparing ready ages ago!"
Seeing Zheng Ping'an holding the items he had requested, with someone behind him carrying a specially made coal stove, Qing Mo—standing not far away with his hands on his hips—immediately urged him on.
"Coming, coming!"
"Imperial Preceptor! These are the things you asked to have made!"
Upon hearing the urging, Zheng Ping'an hurriedly broke into a trot and quickened his pace toward Qing Mo.
Looking at the honeycomb briquette mold made to his specifications, along with the stove designed especially for honeycomb briquettes, Qing Mo nodded in satisfaction.
"Imperial Preceptor! Are you planning to come up with something new again?"
As Zheng Ping'an looked at the coal, wood shavings, yellow clay, lime, and other materials Dog had brought over, he immediately rubbed his hands together. A fawning, curious, and faintly expectant smile spread across his plump face.
"Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea!"
"Firewood comes first!"
"How can ordinary households have so much firewood? Whenever winter comes, it becomes the season that claims their lives!"
"Once I make this, not only will the common people be able to keep warm in winter, but they'll also be able to eat a hot meal whenever they want!"
"It's called a honeycomb briquette!"
After softly answering Zheng Ping'an's question, Qing Mo had him and Dog begin making honeycomb briquettes according to methods from later generations.
And Zheng Ping'an could never have imagined that once this thing was made, Qing Mo would also give him an opportunity to leave his name in history.
"You two, first crush the coal that was mined and brought back. Crush it all into small granules, then wash it with quicklime water