Rubbing your hands occasionally is tolerable, but doing it every day would be unbearable for your hands.
Although she had rubber gloves in her storage space to block the tingling sensation, she dared not take them out rashly and could only endure it for the time being.
Zhao Dashu just chuckled and said, "Sister Mian, it's alright. The dried konjac powder was ground like this before, it's all the same. Another half hour will be enough."
Zhao Erhei and Wang Xiaohei quickly echoed, "That's right, it's alright, it'll be fine in a bit. Besides, there's medicine that Sister Mian put in there, so after you rub it, just apply some medicine and it won't itch anymore."
Jiang Yimian said helplessly, "You go watch the stove, my aunt and I will continue rubbing."
Zhao Xing'er and Liu Xiaoyun quickly added, "That's right, taking turns will make it less uncomfortable."
Unable to dissuade them, Zhao Dashu and the others washed their hands and went to the stove to watch the fire.
Because they need to make 150 jin of konjac tofu this time, several households are currently cooking konjac in their pots.
You can see wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys from a great distance.
The people in the small depression worked for almost an hour before they finally kneaded enough powder for the day, kneading a full twenty jin of fresh konjac. It doesn't sound like much, but kneading it was really tiring.
If it weren't for the large number of people in the small depression, allowing for rotation, my hand would definitely not be able to take it.
Jiang Yimian noticed that it was still early outside and was about to continue making soap when she saw that konjac was still cooking in the large pot in the kitchen. The powder had been kneaded, but the konjac was not yet cooked.
If she's this busy every day, she's afraid she won't have time to make soap.
Compared to konjac, making soap is her main priority.
She needs to delegate the work of processing konjac.
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