Su Qingluan reached into the salt jar and crushed it - sure enough, the salt was dusty and had a lot of impurities, and was very sticky, obviously coarse salt.
After knowing that the salt used at home was coarse salt, Su Qingluan planned to purify the coarse salt to improve her abused taste buds.
But she couldn't speak easily - unlike the cheap table salt today, in this backward era of salt production, the coarse salt that was directly mined and had not undergone any processing was a precious seasoning that ordinary people had to use sparingly.
Just when Su Qingluan was worried about this, someone handed her a pillow when she dozed off.
That afternoon, my second brother Su Xuanhe was playing with a slingshot in the yard and happened to fly into the kitchen, breaking the salt jar next to the stove. The gray coarse salt spilled onto the floor of the kitchen, and a small part of it was obviously mixed with the soil on the ground and was obviously unusable.
This really annoyed Yang. Her face, which was originally smiling because of the corners of her mouth, became tense, showing her fierceness. She picked up the big broom for sweeping the yard and shouted, "You little bastard, come back here! Are you itching for trouble?!" She chased Su Xuanhe towards the village head.
"Mother! Dear mother! I won't dare to do it again!" Su Xiaoer was so scared that he threw away his slingshot and ran away. Although he begged for mercy, he ran as fast as he could, for fear of being eaten like a broom and stewed with meat.
Su Qingluan followed them out of the yard with great joy, stretching her head to watch the fun from behind, until the two of them gradually became black dots in the distance and could no longer be seen, then she walked back leisurely.
It’s not that her sister has bad intentions, it’s just that the little brat Su Xiaoer looks arrogant and cocky when he sees her, with his eyes on the top of his forehead.
Although she didn't know how she had offended this brat, Su Qingluan was not so petty as to argue with a seven-year-old child over such a small matter - she just felt secretly happy when she saw him being humiliated.
When he turned around and stepped into the courtyard, a cute little girl with a fair face and eyes like watery black grapes appeared from behind the door. It was Su Qingluan's younger sister Su Baiyan, who was not even four years old.
"Sister, did my brother make mother angry?" the little girl asked in a baby voice.
"Yes, because your brother broke the salt jar." Su Qingluan walked over, bent down and touched Su Baiyan's soft and smooth face, thinking: It feels so good!
"Then..." The little girl thought about it with some distress, then looked up and asked, "If I let Mother touch San Ya's face, will Mother not be angry with Brother?"
The reason why the little girl said this was entirely because of what Su Qingluan said before.
Su Qingluan had only been here a few days, and she didn't yet feel a sense of belonging to this family. Coupled with her frail health, she was inevitably restless. One day, after taking just two steps in the yard, she felt so exhausted that she couldn't help but sigh.
At that time, the little friend Su Baiyan, who was still called Su Sanya, ran over and asked, "Sister, are you unhappy? Why are you sighing so deeply?" As she spoke, she drew a big circle in front of her with her two little arms.
Looking at the girl's wrinkled eyebrows, Su Qingluan suddenly felt that her old lady's heart was healed by the cuteness, so she said half-jokingly: "Sister, I was in a bad mood...but San Ya let me touch your face, and I felt better!"
So little San Ya obediently stretched out her two chubby little hands and pressed Su Qingluan's slender fingers on her little face.
Returning to reality from her beautiful memories, Su Qingluan looked at the little girl in front of her and sighed for the hundred and eighth time, "Sisters are still the best." She glanced at the overturned salt shaker and winked slyly at her third sister, "Let's clean up the dirty salt. Maybe Mother won't be angry with Brother anymore."
It was fifteen minutes later when Yang brought Su Xiaoer back by the collar. Su Xiaoer was sobbing like a cat, and the broom in Yang's hand had broken branches - it was obvious that the broom was ready for stewing meat.
Leaving the droopy-eyed Su Xiaoer aside, Yang walked into the kitchen and saw that the remaining half jar of coarse salt had been put into another smaller jar, while Su Qingluan was still carefully sweeping the salt mixed with dirt on the ground into the dustpan. She said:
"It's a pity to waste the remaining salt, but eating it might make you sick. It's not worth it. Let's throw it away." As she said this, Yang's tone was full of heartache.
Su Qingluan looked at the salt in the dustpan that had already been mixed with the dirt and blinked mysteriously: "Mother, the salt is thrown away anyway, why don't you let me think of a way to use it? Maybe it can still be used."
Of course, Yang had no hope for Su Qingluan's words, but with the idea of trying everything possible, she let Su Qingluan do whatever she wanted.
The basic principle of crude salt concentrate is very simple - dissolution, precipitation, filtration, and evaporation. It is a junior high school or even elementary school level experiment.
However, there are no such convenient and precise crucibles, beakers, and filter papers available nowadays.
Fortunately, there are crude alternatives.
Su Qingluan asked Yang for a small jar half a arm high and with a bowl-shaped mouth, poured the coarse salt mixed with soil into it, and added half a jar of water.
Yang told her that the jar could not be heated, otherwise it would crack. So Su Qingluan had to use a thick branch as a stick to stir it. When the salt inside was dissolved, she carefully placed the jar in the corner of the kitchen and told her younger brother and sister not to touch it.
Otherwise, you will have to start all over again after settling for a long time.
The third sister Xueyan nodded obediently as usual, but little Su Xuanhe snorted, "What if I insist on touching it?" and looked at the small jar with an eager look.
Su Qingluan thought to herself, you little brat, you just got beaten up and you’re itching to fight again?
So she smiled, revealing her small white teeth, and leaned close to Su Xuanhe, saying in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Speaking of that time a few days ago when you scared Xueyan to tears with a caterpillar, Dad and Mom still don't know about it, right?"
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