Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

As Ma Sanbao demonstrated the combustion effect of anthracite.

The area below the stage had gradually turned into a sea of ​​cheers. Even though it was snowing, the crowd didn't feel cold at all. They all raised their hands and shouted:

“Anthracite! Anthracite! It’s really anthracite…!!!”

"Look at the effect, it's already comparable to the ordinary charcoal that only wealthy families can afford! If we could use it, this winter... wouldn't be so difficult. Great! Great!!!"

However... the discussion among the crowd about anthracite seemed to remind some people of another problem.

"But... while this anthracite is certainly useful, I wonder... what price the court will set for it? People like us can't even afford ordinary charcoal, and this kind of coal burns similarly to charcoal, so how can it be cheap?"

"That's true! If we can't afford it, then we won't be able to use it, right?"

"Although the imperial court has sold cheap cloth before, the materials used in those cloths didn't cost much, and there were magical tools like water-powered spinning machines and flying shuttle looms that spun and wove quickly. Furthermore, cloth of that quality was so good that even those with a little more money wouldn't even look at it..."

“But this anthracite is different!!!”

"..."

After a period of frenzied revelry, the people of Yingtian Prefecture in the square began to respond to this problem one after another.

Then, the cheers of the people faded away, and the raised hands gradually dropped. Everyone began to talk about it in a hesitant manner, and the excitement that was originally displayed on everyone's face had almost disappeared.

The initial excitement came from hearing Ma Sanbao say that the current emperor had considered them and had already prepared a solution. So when it was confirmed that the anthracite could really be used, everyone subconsciously became happy.

But think about it.

Why should such a good thing fall into their hands?

If they sell it too high, people cannot afford it; if they sell it too low, the dignitaries and wealthy people will take notice first, and it will not be their turn. Although most of these people are poor people with almost no education, there is one thing they know the result without any analysis: the people cannot compete with the officials, and the people cannot compete with the rich.

So, after the initial ecstasy calmed down.

Below the platform, only the murmur of discussion remained. People were either shaking their heads in groups of three or four, or occasionally looking towards Ma Sanbao on the platform without much hope...

Just now.

Among the people closest to the platform, someone couldn't help but ask loudly, "Excuse me, Master Sanbao, how much does this anthracite cost?"

The man looked up at the platform.

Although his expression was a little pessimistic, one could still see a hint of expectation and desire on his thin face.

If the price could be lower...

They don't even ask for it to be as cheap as cheap cloth... At least they still have some hope. If they are lucky, maybe they can still buy some, barely get through the winter, and give their lives an extra layer of protection, which is also good.

He was right under the platform, shouting out this question at the top of his lungs. The sound naturally reached the platform and was carried to further places via a simple loudspeaker.

Although the diffused sound effect was not as loud and clear as when Ma Sanbao was standing on the stage, it mentioned what everyone was most concerned about.

So...

"Shh-"

Under the platform, the whispers and discussions in the entire square receded like a tide, and the noisy atmosphere instantly fell into a silence that almost made people's ears feel slightly uncomfortable.

at the same time.

Pairs of anxious and eager eyes all looked towards the platform, as if filled with burning...

This saved Ma Sanbao the trouble of having people restore peace to the scene.