Su Qingluan's guess was absolutely correct. When the meal was served today, the most popular "after-meal dessert" was the jam and yam puree.
Of course, Su Qingluan thought that it was not just the sweet and sour taste of the yam puree that was appetizing, but also that it added a slight change in taste to everyone's originally tasteless mouth.
More importantly, the iron stick yam has a soft and glutinous texture, and after being fully steamed, the original tongue-numbing taste has disappeared. Moreover, this ingredient is rich in starch and is suitable as a staple food. It is naturally more friendly to people's red and swollen throats than those rice and steamed buns that make their throats dry.
So not only did the two little ones, Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan, enjoy their meal to their heart's content, even the two adults, Su Guangfu and Yang, couldn't stop eating.
After dinner, Su Guangfu and Yang washed the dishes together and tidied up the room, while Su Qingluan took the two warmly dressed little ones for a walk in the yard to help digest the food - of course, the two "little tails" behind needed to be kept at a distance from Su Qingluan to prevent the spread of disease.
Su Qingluan does not encourage lying in bed all day as a way of recuperating from illness - rest is important, but proper activity and labor can help the limbs recover strength and also help increase appetite.
Therefore, Su Qingluan hopes that the patients in her family can exercise appropriately as long as their physical strength allows.
Yang had originally said that she would help Su Qingluan make medicine for the family of four starting tomorrow, so that she wouldn't be too busy to handle it all by herself. However, Su Qingluan smiled and joked, "Mother, if you really can't handle it, I can just spend a few coins to go to any pharmacy and have the pharmacist prepare it for me. It saves effort and time."
Yang sighed, "Your money didn't come from the wind, so you should at least save it."
Su Qingluan disagreed, "This money must be spent. Mother, think about it, this money can buy me some leisure time and prevent me from making mistakes in a hurry. Why not spend it?"
"It's because your father and I were sick at the same time that you're going through so much trouble..."
Seeing Yang's guilty face, Su Qingluan said with a headache: "Oh, mother, please don't be like this. Aren't we family? Do you want me to blame myself like this just because I'm sick?"
"That's different. You are our daughter, so naturally you should be taken care of by us."
"Why so many 'shoulds'?" Su Qingluan tried to hold Yang's hand, but she dodged, fearing her illness. Su Qingluan said helplessly, "Family members should take care of each other. There's no need to feel so guilty."
Seeing that Yang was about to kneel down to her, Su Qingluan felt under tremendous pressure.
Facts have proved that no matter how strong Yang is, he wants to stay and do more. However, generally speaking, there will be more or less sleeping ingredients in the decoction to help patients have a better and higher-quality sleep to better recover from their illness.
So Su Qingluan saw that her mother, who was still "making big promises" about sharing more housework the moment before, was yawning the next moment.
Over there, the younger brother and sister who were digesting their food in the yard seemed a little listless after drinking the medicine.
Although her father was not in her sight, Su Qingluan knew what condition he was in without having to think about it, so she simply waved her hand to send him away, asking all the patients, both big and small, to wash up and lie down in bed to rest while they were still sleepy.
Since her parents had almost finished cleaning the kitchen, she didn't need to do anything else. Su Qingluan thought about the "thank you gift" she planned to give Mu Xingzhi. She thought that since she had troubled him so many times, it would be better to come up with something more practical.
After thinking about it, Su Qingluan suddenly remembered that when she took a carriage to Xie Mansion, she actually saw the horse stable when she first entered through the side door.
Then Su Qingluan noticed that no matter whether the horses were being taken out for a walk or grazing in the stable, they seemed to have no stirrups.
Later, she discussed the issue of "stirrup" with Mu Xingzhi, but he misunderstood it as "horse stool". After Su Qingluan asked, she learned that the "horse stool" here was not the same as the iron stool used in engineering construction in the modern definition, but a small stool for horses to step on when getting on and off.
Of course, the function of this "stool" is sometimes replaced by a living person - Su Qingluan once had the honor of witnessing it, and it left an unknown psychological trauma.
Through this completely unrelated conversation, Su Qingluan realized that although there were protective gears for horses in this era, they were all very crude. If you think about it carefully, even in the historical line she knew in her previous life, the armament of "cavalry" seemed to be something that happened after the Yuan Dynasty.
The Sheng Dynasty of this era probably had not experienced harassment from large-scale cavalry, and the protective gear for horses was at most bridles and saddles used to "control the horse's head" or "arrange the seat."
As for the more delicate iron horseshoes and stirrups, there were none - the most important thing was that the steel smelting technology was not very mature, and it was impossible to mass-produce fine iron, so naturally the iron tools were concentrated on weapons such as spears and swords.
As for horse protective gear, we can only "settle for second best".
So, Su Qingluan recalled how she spent her time watching videos of horseshoeing in modern times, and drew the shape and purpose of the horseshoe on a blueprint, and also drew the stirrups on both sides.
After thinking about it, although she didn't remember it clearly, she had heard it before - ancient people once collected human and animal urine and used it as a liquid instead of water when forging iron "quenching".
Su Qingluan knew that this was probably the use of the salt originally present in urine to make the forged fine iron stronger, but she was not shameless enough to discuss such a heavy topic as "the wonderful uses of human and livestock urine" with a member of the opposite sex whom she was not particularly familiar with and whom she had a faint affection for.
So when it comes to improving the method of forging iron tools, she only vaguely said that one could "try other methods besides plain water, such as white wine, salt water" and so on.
In fact, Su Qingluan had wanted to give these suggestions to Mu Xingzhi a long time ago, but she had been hesitating - after all, these suggestions were actually suggestions to improve the opponent's individual strength, which means increasing the opponent's overall military lethality.
Even though she had never seen it with her own eyes, Su Qingluan understood that in ancient times, kings, princes, generals and ministers would burn, kill, loot and attack each other for their own interests, and in the end it was the common people who suffered.
In contrast, a wise and benevolent ruler can certainly make the people under his rule live and work in peace and contentment.
Originally, Su Qingluan didn't care who became the almighty emperor - as the saying goes, the emperor is far away and the mountains are high, and she, a peasant girl, had nothing to do with the almighty imperial palace.
However, the situation of this autumn harvest left a deep impression on Su Qingluan - the "taxation" in ancient times and the so-called "paying personal income tax" of modern social animals are completely different concepts!
For the first time, Su Qingluan intuitively felt why taxes in many periods of ancient times were called "harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes" - they could really take away most of the farmers' annual harvest!
She had heard more than once that because the taxes were too severe, many people were unable to keep enough grain for the next year's seeds after the autumn harvest, resulting in insufficient harvests and making their poor lives even worse.
Since I'm going to die anyway, why not just go for the big one?
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