Chapter 1855 Wang Jiao Pays Back Debt 1
At dawn the next day, the Wanglou Brigade organized strong laborers to grind flour and were busy.
Because the vermicelli workshop was built on the river bank northwest of the brigade, not far from the Lu family, Feng Qingxue sent her children to school and when she was almost home, she walked along the road to see what was going on.
The so-called powdering is to crush the selected and washed sweet potatoes, and use the tractor engine to drive the specially purchased powdering machine. Water has to be added during the powdering. The finer the sweet potatoes are crushed with the skin and flesh, the better. Then they are put into the hanging cloth for filtration and beaten by a special person. It needs to be filtered twice, and the filtered solution slowly flows into the pool below.
The pools are specially made for making flour. There are four rectangular pools side by side. The bottom and four walls are covered with a thick layer of cement and are polished very smooth. After being scrubbed clean, there is no dust. It is the cleanest and most hygienic way to precipitate sweet potato flour.
If the vermicelli is not processed cleanly, it will taste like it contains sand and will be very crunchy and unpalatable.
As for the sweet potato starch residue left in the hanging cloth, none of it was wasted and all of it was used to feed pigs.
I heard that the sweet potato starch liquid that flows into the pool needs to settle for two days, then the water needs to be drained, water needs to be added and stirred, and the sedimentation needs to continue. Then the starch needs to be dried, boiled, and filtered. After drying, it is the finished product. Feng Qingxue was not interested in watching the processing process of the starch, so she distributed the candies, cakes and other items brought from Shanghai to each family.
Although we have often exchanged letters over the years and I have sent my own works to Wen Ruyu for comments, it is not as profound as face-to-face learning. Many details became clear to me as Wen Ruyu explained.
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Wen Ruyu felt sorry for him and sighed, "You are very talented, hardworking and patient. If you didn't spend most of your time working, your level would be higher. Your current level can only be regarded as a hobby. Maybe in time, after years of practice, you can become a calligrapher and painter, but you can't become a master of the highest level."
Since Wang Jiao was not at home, Feng Qingxue did not send her there, but went to learn from Wen Ruyu instead.
Besides, she is still studying medicine and cannot slack off at all.
After several days of this, the study came to an end.
Feng Qingxue was very optimistic and did not have a strong desire for fame and fortune. She said with a smile: "As an artistic pursuit, this is great. Without a teacher, I would not even have the chance to become a calligrapher or painter in the future."
Art can improve one's self-cultivation, but medicine can save lives. In an era when the country is extremely short of talent, even if her medical skills are not as good as others but better than others, she cannot give up this job in order to pursue art.
Wen Ruyu understood her choice very well. Saving lives should naturally be the top priority, while art is just a minor thing.
Traditional culture has been turned into dregs. People like Feng Qingxue who are willing to learn from him and let their children learn from him are extremely rare. Without the company of these children and the care of the Lu family, he might very well end up like some of his old friends, some died tragically and some lived a life worse than pigs and dogs. Wen Ruyu wondered when the cultural heritage could be revived.
"Now, I just want to teach you and the children well, so that the inheritance will not be cut off with me. I heard that Xibao is not going back to Beijing with you? That's great, let him learn from me, his talent is better than you and Fubao."
Feng Qingxue sighed, "I want to take Xi Bao with me, but I respect his decision."
(End of this chapter)