Today I came across this picture of netizens, which reminded me of my childhood. I remember that every year before the Spring Festival, I followed my father up the mountain to cut firewood and burn charcoal, and for firewood, I had to pick a hard material, of course

Today I came across this picture of netizens, which reminded me of my childhood.

I remember that every year before the Spring Festival, I followed my father up the mountain to cut firewood and burn charcoal, for the firewood to pick the material hard, and then saw into sections and then put into the carbon kiln, to put in the vertical carbon wood and kiln roof space into the small wood and then seal the kiln door. From another burning door for another day or so, according to the smoke from the smoke to determine whether it can stand fire, then seal the fire door, and wait for two days or so to open the closed door to take out the charcoal. If the heat is not grasped well at times, half of the wood may turn to ash or the wood or wood is not fully carbonized. It was very hard, and now I think about it as a full of memories [prayer]

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