Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 121 Charcoal Incineration

“Your bottle is working fine, his trauma should be fine. But we'd better get him to the pharmacy in town as soon as possible. He's burning so badly he can cook raw eggs on his forehead.” Captain Marcello touched Ericsson's forehead and said to Claude standing next to him.

Now that everyone is back on the Mirtini, this Akron double mast offshore fishing boat has turned its head full of sails and sailed back to White Deer Town at full speed.

Eriksson was carried on a fishing boat by Velikoro, which would have taken off those half-dry clothes pants, stuffed in a nest full of red * naked * and tied to the bed with rope, in case the boat bumps and sways would have him fall to the ground.

Claude filled most of Ericsson with the perfect quality primary treatment he brought himself, and the remaining small tubes were applied to the wounds on his thigh. It's just that the trauma healed, and there's nothing Ericsson can do about the coma caused by the fever.

Vericulo sat beside the bed, scratching a linen towel from a bucket next to him, resting it on Ericsson's forehead. It's just that the bucket was filled with cold sea water, and it wasn't long before Alexon had a little bit of white salt cream on his forehead.

No one remembers going to the island's mountain springs to supply some fresh water after discovering the unconscious Ericsson on the beach of Krufei Fish Island, only to return early to see Ericsson for medical attention. As a result, when the water cooled down, it was discovered that there was no fresh water on board, and the sea water had to be replaced.

“I think Ike probably had to abandon the boat to go ashore because it was leaking water, and in the process he was unconscious because he lost too much blood from a leg injury. Wet clothes like this fainted on the beach again, and I reckon it's been at least one day and one night. Fortunately, you persisted in searching for him on Krewe Flying Fish Island, otherwise his life would be lost on the island.” Captain Marcello said with great admiration.

“But he's so hot right now, the temperature can't go down!” Claude was a little anxious.

“It's hard to cool down with a towel on his forehead, only to protect his brain from burning idiots at best.” Captain Marcello shook his head: “I still have a bottle of whisky that I haven't drunk there. Go get it and wipe his upper body with towels and wine, which should help. ”

Helpful, Claude and Verricolo wiped Ericsson's upper body with a towel all over it, and it seemed that Ericsson's fever had dropped a little and his breathing was much smoother.

Claude kicked Verricolo with his foot: "Go to the outer compartment and take off your pants and boots and bake them dry on the stove. Ike, let me watch first. It's okay. ”

Because of his anxiety, Verricolo found that when Ericsson was lying on the beach, he jumped directly into the sea, his pants and boots were all wet, and he was busy taking care of Ericsson without worrying about himself.

Verricolo ignored Claude and sat by the bed looking at Eriksson.

“Go on, I don't want you to go back and freeze in bed like Ike!” Claude got angry.

Verricolo, that's when you get up and go outside and take off your pants and boots and bake them dry.

Claude sighed and went to the woodland herself, and Boquer was busy in his own business. As a result, the four best friends, Ericsson and Verricolo, were all hanging out together, and their friendship grew deeper and deeper. Just like this time, when Eriksson went sailing alone, Veriksson blamed himself for letting Eriksson venture out because he wasn't there, and he felt very guilty.

Especially on the beach of Krewe Flying Fish Island, Verickro thought that Erickron had been miserable, kneeling on the beach and crying, and that was the truth, so Captain Marcelo said that Erickron was alive only after the coma had passed and he was overjoyed, insisting that he put Erickron on his own back on the boat and wouldn't even let himself help.

Fortunately, we can find Eriksson this time. If we don't, I don't know how much Veriksson will blame himself...

Six sails have been hung on the Mirtini's masts, and Captain Marcello has hung four triangular sidesails in order to get back to White Deer Town faster, so that the fishing boat is shaking particularly hard while the wind breaks and waves abruptly across the sea.

Eriksson wiped the whiskey for over two hours, and he started getting cold, shaking in bed with a quilt, not awake, unconsciously screaming "cold." Cold... ”

Claude and Verricolo had pressed all the quilts on the boat on him, but to no avail, Eriksson was still shaking his teeth. Captain Marcello came down for a look and just shook his head: "It's getting cold, and in two hours the fever will start again, and there's been some torment along the way. There's no medicine on board, give him some whiskey, warm up some spirits, maybe it'll make him feel better, and that's all we can do. ”

With half a bottle of whiskey poured down, Alexon seemed to be feeling a little more calm, and his teeth were not creeping and shivering. But not long later, his temperature started to rise again and his forehead was hot. Claude and Velricolo had to take off his duvet and re-screw the towel over his forehead. Here, he wiped his body with a towel...

The Mirtini finally docked at the Ericsson pier in the early hours of November 24, and Claude and Verricolo on board were almost exhausted. I haven't slept all night, and I need to keep an eye out for Alexon's movements, both of whom have dark circles.

Madame Elena was watching the pier, but Captain Marcello brought her the good news, and Alexon found it!

The excited Lady Elena wanted to run to the boat before the boat landed, frightened Captain Marcello and hurriedly stopped her, telling him that Ericsson was sick and in a fever coma and urgently needed a carriage to the pharmacy for treatment.

Erickson was soon disembarked by Angus in a carriage, and Captain Marcelo and Mrs. Elena went to the pharmacy. Claude and Villicro were forgotten on board, but Colin went into the cabin and asked if they were going to disembark, as Captain Marcelo and Werrigger were instructed to take the boat to the common dock and return it to its owner, Captain Sebellon, when he arrived.

Absolutely. The woodland carriage has been parked on this pier for a few days. Claude and Viricolo disembarked, and Uncle Pegg came a long way to greet them and ask about the search for Ericsson.

Claude just briefly described the process and thanked Uncle Pegg for taking care of Blackmarjack these past few days, then took the carriage, first sent Villicro home, and scheduled a visit to Ericsson tomorrow morning.

Walking in a carriage to the woods, just up the hill, Claude felt something burning in the air. Looking up in the direction of the woodland, I saw a few black smokes rising up into the sky...

Is the forest on fire? Claude, a clever man, who was a little dizzy because he was tired, poured out his head like a pot of ice water, woke up sober, dragged a rope, and drank "Drink" aloud! ”Drive the wagon to the woods.

No fire? Claude stood in the woodland yard looking around, the white villa, the pharmacy lab, the two-story barrel, and his cabin showed no signs of fire, and even the Siori couple's chicken farm on the hillside not far from here was intact.

But the smell of fireworks in the air is real... my nose isn't broken. Claude suddenly thought of the Theories, barking a few voices and no one answered. Not here. Where have you been? If you could hear yourself screaming at the chicken farm. Claude remembered that he had promised the Theories to burn some charcoal for the winter.

Smell it carefully, it does smell like charcoal fireworks. Is this what they're burning charcoal for? No, it's been five days. The charcoal hasn't burned yet? By the way, the location of those strands of black smoke just now seems to be above the creek, or go and see what's going on...

Claude unloaded the carriage, saddled the black horse Jamie, flew on horseback, and walked up the creek.

Claude was then stunned by the hot work scene in front of him. Somehow, he suddenly remembered the Baijuyi "Charcoal Salesman" he had read in his previous life, how the poems were written, full of dust and smoke, two pale and ten fingers black...

The Siori couple in front of them have become two black people who are pulling black charcoal out of a big pit under the hillside and putting it in a cannabis bag. And the cannabis sack of the drum sack has piled up like a hill under a humble rain shed next to it...

It's a hillside next to a stream, and now it's cleared of open space. Some branches have built a large, rudimentary rain shed, stacked with cannabis bags filled with charcoal. Next to the rain shed, a large pit was dug at the foot of the hillside, which is this charcoal-burning bread kiln.

As the name suggests, the bread kiln is a large pit, and then the firewood to be burned is piled up in a fire cone, and a fire lane is left underneath, on top of it with a mud cover, and a few vents are left. The whole thing looks like a rounded bread that just came out of the furnace, which is called the bread kiln.

After ignition, seal the fire lane, the firewood is stuffy in the kiln, wait time to throw water over the bread kiln, extinguish the fire head before stripping the dirt, the pit is full of charcoal. The Theories are obviously good at burning charcoal, and at least 80 percent of the charcoal in this pit is qualified.

Between the great pits and the streams, there are plenty of clumps and dead trees, as well as plenty of already chopped wood.

The Theories were too busy to notice Claude's arrival.

The Theories didn't find Claude riding around watching them until Jamie Black was impatiently punched in the nose by the smell of fireworks in the air.

“Chief Claude, you, you're back...” Theorie hurried up to say hello.

Claude refers to a cannabis bag of charcoal piled under the rain shed: “What's going on? ”

“This, this...” Theorie gathered up with a smile of a knot: “Well, Chief Claude, when I went to collect the dead trees and the fallen branches, I also cleaned up the jungle trees in the woodland, which were old and dying trees. Because it's too wasteful to throw there, why don't you just drag it over and burn charcoal..."

Claude ignored him, clamped his legs, and Jamie Black moved forward. Claude rode around the firewood and debris on the ground, carefully weighed them, found that they were indeed dead and old trees, and drove them back, pointing to the cannabis bags piled up under the rain shed: "Send two bags in the peripheral grocery room of the villa in case Madame had no charcoal available when they arrived in winter. Send another bag to my cabin. You take care of the rest. Understood? ”

Theorie nodded her head and smiled all over her face: "It should, it should, I understand, be there in a moment...”

Claude turned the horse back. Obviously, the Theories are making money out of the woods again. Needless to say, the charcoal burned alone pulled into town to sell at least three or four silver tallers. But he was sober, he hadn't cut down the useful trees, and Claude could have earned an eye for a dead tree. But if he chops up the timber trees and burns the charcoal, then Claude can only send two of them to jail.

It is Claude's responsibility to take care of the forest, which, by law and by rule, belongs to Lady Maria because she inherited the title of Baron of the Normanly family and the family forest in White Deer Town.

And Claude, as the forest manager appointed by Mrs. Maria, could not play the forest without his permission. Although the couple also have a role as forest watchers, important things like charcoal burning require Claude's approval.

What Claude just didn't expect was that the Theories used Claude's kindness and time out to burn charcoal in the woods for profit. Although this money claude can also earn money, think about it and forget about it. There is no need to rob these two mothers of this small amount of money, and charcoal burning is too tiring, not much skill...