Nongmen Space: Farming lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 382

Shu Yingtong stood in front of a tent with a plate of ground fruit, looked at the hill of salt limestone, twisted a light red fruit and put it in his mouth.

Fragrant, sweet and soft as honey.

The wild fruit called ground loquat is just in its ripening period. The children and girls in the village like this kind of sweet wild fruit gifted by nature very much.

It was really not easy for these big bastards to find a plate for her.

A wooden plank was laid on the ground, and Mu Chenying squatted beside it and swung a hammer to smash the salt-limestone fragments everywhere.

A group of people came back from the stream to dry their clothes and went straight to this place, leaving more than [-] sentry guards around, and the rest entered the camp to block the opening.

Everything is carried out in tacit agreement.

Salt is more expensive than life is never just talk.

Once foreign enemies come, they will try their best to keep Mu Chenying and Jing Yunyan.

There are many people working fast, and a lot of rubble has been smashed out in a short while.

The small pieces were picked out and covered with sacks and continued to be crushed into granules.

The plate in Shu Yingtong's hand was already empty, he wiped his hands and turned to the soldier behind, saying, "Get half a bucket of water, and take two empty buckets, a dustpan, and a dustpan of charcoal."

Xiaobing walked out in response, feeling very excited, and finally started to make salt!

"Commander Mu, move things out of the account." She said again.

Mineral salt with many impurities has to be boiled.

On a hot day, lighting a fire and cooking salt in the tent is no different from taking a sauna.

She doesn't want to suffer like this.

Mu Chenying raised her sweaty face and looked over, hesitated for a moment, and immediately ordered: "Old Pang, let the infantry scouts clear the field."

This tent is next to a mountain. If you make salt outside the tent, you can get a glimpse of it by standing on the top of the mountain.

It's not that she doesn't know that the people lack salt.

However, it is a crime to be pregnant.

Money touches people's hearts. Once the people learn how to make salt, even if selling illegal salt is a felony, there are many people who are not afraid of death.

Shu Yingtong did not refute this decision.

The problem of people eating salt cannot be solved by her alone.

Challenge the salt and iron monopoly system of the feudal society, unless she can overthrow the feudal monarchy.

However, it is still possible to lower the salt price around the southwest.

Pondus patted the debris on his hands and walked out, and a dozen infantry scouts rushed in all directions immediately.

The bucket and charcoal were brought up, and Shu Yingtong had someone crush the charcoal, and directed Mu Chenying and others to pour the salt-limestone particles into the bucket and stir to dissolve.

Some substances in the mineral salt are soluble in water, and there are also many impurities floating on the water surface, and the whole bucket of water looks very turbid.

When the brine in the bucket was saturated and the wolt limestone at the bottom could no longer dissolve, Shu Yingtong took out the cotton gauze from the pannier.

Jing Yunyan took it without saying a word, "You sit down, tell me what you want to do, and I will come."

Shu Yingtong twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly, so he had to sit back on the stool, with two soldiers behind him fanning the wind vigorously with a big cattail fan.

"First lay three layers of cotton gauze, pour charcoal powder on it and spread it out, and then cover with three layers."

The function of charcoal powder is to filter the floating impurities visible to the naked eye, so that the salt made looks cleaner.

Jing Yunyan did it very carefully, holding the small wooden board in a slow manner made Mu Chenying's impatience suddenly overwhelmed.

"I'll come, I'll come, you all just sit down."

She pushed Jing Yunyan away, picked up the dustpan, and directly picked up the charcoal powder, smoothed it out, and covered it with a cloth.

"Pour the brine down slowly, and filter it a few more times. I still have cotton gauze over there." Shu Yingtong said, feeling sick again in his stomach, and calmly poured a glass of warm water to suppress it.

Mu Chenying slowly poured salt and brine according to the instructions, and Pang Dusi commanded people to dig a pit and bury the pot to hold firewood.

After the soluble impurities and other floating impurities are filtered several times, the brine in the bucket becomes clearer.

The fire has been made, and the brine is poured into the pot, stirring while cooking.

It's hard work, and standing over a pot on a hot summer's day can heat you like you've been pulled out of water.

A small soldier stepped forward to take over, but Mu Chenying became more and more excited, and the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger.

Because as the water in the pot evaporates, a layer of white salt frost is left on the wall of the iron pot.

"Go, go, don't hinder me!" She stirred the stick in a circle, her face was flushed with sweat, and the corners of her mouth were grinning, "See! Salt! We don't have to worry about salt shortage anymore! "

The onlookers cheered in unison, as happy as if they had won a battle.

A cool voice was like a basin of cold water pouring on them in winter.

"Poisonous salt, poisoning kills one less."

If making salt is so simple, what is the cost?
Charcoal powder is not a panacea.

The cheering men were caught off guard by the cold, their faces froze with laughter, and they all turned to look at Shu Yingtong and Jing Yunyan.

Jing Yunyan spread his hands, saying that he knew nothing and that he was innocent.

"Continue to stir." Shu Yingtong glanced lightly at Mu Chenying who was greatly shocked.

"Oh."

Mu Chenying felt that the salt and frost in the pot was not cute and fragrant, and the weather was getting hot.

It took a lot of effort to clean it up. It is obviously white salt. How can it be poisonous if it is so beautiful?
She handed the stick to the little soldier next to her, "You come."

After stirring for half an hour, I was sweating and thirsty.

The sun slanted to the west little by little, and Shu Yingtong finally had the next instruction in the eyes of everyone expecting.

Make soy flour into soy milk.

The soldiers cooking soy milk swallowed while stirring, and they could only eat tofu unless they returned to the station without fighting.

It is impossible to carry a stone mill when marching and fighting.

Soybeans are not their turn to eat, they are the concentrate for feeding war horses.

The sun went down, leaving only Hui.

Shu Yingtong got up, took the wooden stick for boiling salt and stirred it a few times.

close to saturation.

"Add three scoops of soy milk." She shoveled the salt and frost from the side of the pot back into the pot.

Adding soy milk to the brine can condense sulfate impurities such as calcium, magnesium, iron, etc., and use its adsorption to wrap and float the remaining suspended matter in the brine on the water surface.

"Mrs. Jing, adding soy milk is the key to detoxification!"

Mu Chenying probed with her hands behind her back to see gray-black froth gathering on the boiling brine in the pot, and Shu Yingtong scooped up the froth with a ladle and poured it on the ground.

"Yes, this is the key." She handed the ladle to Mu Chenying, "Add more soybean milk three times until the froth turns white and the brine in the pot becomes clean."

She glanced at the second stove next to her, because there was a lot of soybean flour and there was still leftover soybean milk, and they were reluctant to give it to people to drink, so they boiled another small pot of salt.

"You can take part of the salt from your pot of salt to make mother-child dregs salt. After the second pot is detoxified, add some mother-and-child dregs salt to make the pot of salt cook faster."

Fortunately, these people will not ask a hundred thousand why, just remember the steps.

Otherwise she really doesn't know how to explain chemistry to them.

Salt making is a very time-consuming task, and a pot of salt takes more than two hours.

It will be saturated at the end of cooking, and will not become dry and crystallized. It needs to be taken out and dried naturally.

What should be taught has been taught, and the remaining steps are not technical work.

She explained a few words and walked back with Jing Yunyan.

(End of this chapter)