Chapter 122 The Richest Place in Lingnan
When we returned to the village, we found that the processing shed had been built not far from the village chief's house.
The simple bamboo shed was wide and large, covered with thatch, and even the stove for the big iron pot was made of yellow mud.
The oil press was also built, a large stove was erected, the ground was compacted, and a piece of land was reserved to make a large stone mill for grinding raw materials.
The oil press is still under construction, and the simple shed has no beams, so the impact method cannot be used to press oil.
The impact method of oil pressing requires hanging a thick log on the beam to hit the wooden wedge in the oil press, squeezing the material in the oil hoop to release the oil.
This simple bamboo shed can only use gravity pressing, which is a simple method and relatively low oil yield.
Lu Zhaoshi followed Su Bucheng and others into the village. The villagers were processing and making vermicelli. People were coming in and out of the shed, and the bamboo racks outside were full of vermicelli.
Some villagers also came back with baskets full of freshly dug fern roots and kudzu roots.
When they saw Lu Zhao in his light crimson official robe, they were all stunned and hurriedly bowed to him.
"Everyone, please stand up quickly, please stand up quickly!" Lu Zhaoshi helped the villagers up. "You guys continue to do what you need to do. I'm here to watch and learn!"
The villagers were terrified, and Old Man Yang brought the village elders to receive the governor.
"Aying! Have you sold all the vermicelli?" The women quietly pulled Su Ying aside and asked.
In fact, everyone sees the money in the basket, but still has to ask, as if this will double the happiness!
"Well, it sold for 6,400 Wen! I'll distribute it to everyone after the calculation is made!" Su Ying said with a smile.
After working so hard for so long, who wouldn’t hope for results?
"That's great!" The women were so excited that they wanted to cheer, but they remembered that the governor was there, so they held back and continued to work.
Everyone is happy in their hearts, there is light in their eyes, their steps are light, and joy is in the air.
"Aying, is this big iron pot usable? Do you want to try putting it in the pot?" Several women who were cooking noodles asked anxiously.
"Don't be impatient. Let's heat the iron pot first before we use it." Su Ying persuaded, "Does anyone have fat or grease?"
"I have some at home. How much do you want?" asked Madam Zheng.
"Uh, just one spoonful is enough!!"
Madam Zheng ran back and brought back a large spoonful of grease.
The women gathered around and watched Su Ying cook.
A newly made iron pan contains some impurities. Opening the pan is mainly to remove the impurities and solve the problem of sticking to the pan.
Su Ying first heated the iron pan, washed it with hot water and wiped it dry, then heated the grease and applied it evenly to every part of the pan until the surface of the pan was shiny and translucent, and the cooking process was complete.
"Okay?" The women looked at it in surprise, thinking it was very mysterious, but they didn't expect it to be so simple.
I never cooked when I was rich, but when I tried to cook after being exiled, I was a poor man who couldn't afford an iron pot, so no one knew that there was this trick before using the new iron pot.
The women admire Su Ying so much, she knows everything!
"Okay! This way, the impurities in the iron pan will be gone, the surface of the pan will be smooth and have an oil film, and it won't stick to the pan, making it easier to use." Su Ying knew why they wanted to know.
Wash the iron pot again and pour in clean water to cook the noodles. The large iron pot is open and the water is wide and deep, which is much easier to operate than a pot, and one pot can cook more noodles.
"This thing is expensive for a reason! Look, it's much easier to use!" the women chattered.
"It will be easier once the filter is used!" Su Ying smiled.
"When will this filter be ready?" The women looked at the filter covered with fine holes, full of curiosity.
"We'll have to ask Uncle Wang San, Uncle Zheng Si, and the others! We'll also have to make a bucket and install the filter at the bottom.
Then place it on top of the iron pot! Then, just knead the dough, pour it into the bucket, cover it with a heavy object, and press it down, and the vermicelli will fall directly into the pot to cook.
"Oh, this really saves a lot of trouble!" The women were amazed when they heard it. It was fast and light.
"I'm going to find my brother!" Madam Zheng couldn't wait and left with the filter.
"Wait a minute, sister!" Su Ying called out to Madam Zheng, "I still have something to say to Fourth Uncle Zheng!"
"Look at me, I was so excited that I lost track!" Madam Zheng slapped her head and laughed, "I was just trying to get it done quickly, and I forgot about the details! I'm really making things worse!"
Several carpenters in the village were busy as hell. They went to the woods and cut down a big tree that two or three people could hug together. They were working hard to make an oil press.
Several other strong men chiseled out a few large bluestones and used them to make stone mills, falling objects for oil presses, etc.
Su Ying and Madam Zheng walked into the yard. Wood chips and stone chips were flying everywhere. Everyone was covered in dust, and their hair was covered with a layer of dust.
"Aying, what's the matter?" When they saw Su Ying, everyone asked without waiting for her to speak.
"Uncle Wang, this is the filter for vermicelli. You make a bucket, install the filter on it, and then make a wooden rack and place it on the big iron pot to drain the vermicelli." Su Ying gestured.
This filter barrel is of the right size in the middle and upper parts, and has a lid on top; the legs of the wooden frame are just larger than the outer edge of the iron pot when opened, and the frame cannot be too high, otherwise it will be inconvenient to hold the ingredients.
After everything was arranged, Su Ying took her small iron pot home.
Lu Zhaoshi, County Magistrate Hu, and the village elders were gathered in the Su family's field, looking up and down.
Su Laosan talked freely, observing and recording things every day. He didn't need to recall them deliberately, as they were all familiar to him.
The first thing I do every day is to check on the fields. There are surprises every day, and I take care of them more than I do my own children.
Lu Zhaoshi looked up and saw that the wheat and bean seedlings in this field with humus as base fertilizer were growing well.
The germination rate is significantly higher than that of the surrounding seedlings of the same period, and they are vigorous, crisp and tender.
"Because this rotten soil lacks lime, it is also missing a disinfection step, otherwise the effect should be better!" Su Laosan said with regret, and he couldn't stop the pride in his heart.
The mulberry trees transplanted from the edge of the field also survived and began to sprout.
"Come, come! Girl, come here!" Lu Zhaoshi saw Su Ying coming with an iron pot and hurriedly called out to her.
"Sir!" Su Ying wanted to salute.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Tell us why soybeans and wheat seeds are rotated." Lu Zhaoshi stopped Su Ying and saluted.
"Yes, sir!" Su Ying roughly explained the principle that bean planting can improve the looseness of the soil and that the roots of beans can produce nutrients needed by other crops.
"I see!" Lu Zhaoshi clapped his hands excitedly. "With mulch as base fertilizer and crop rotation techniques, the land is improved and yields are increased! How bad can Wuzhou be with such a situation?"
"Yes, sir!" Su Ying replied, "As long as the right measures are taken, the barren land can be quickly transformed into fertile cultivated land! Then Wuzhou will be the richest place in Lingnan!"
"Don't be in a hurry to leave. Take me and others to see the bees you raise!" After seeing one thing, Lu Zhaoshi wanted to see another.
"Yes, sir!" Su Ying had no choice but to obey. "Bees can sting people, so we need to take some protective measures."
It was a last-minute decision and I didn't prepare a veil shield.
Find some old clothes, wrap the exposed parts, put on a hat, and go to the woods to find a place to put the beehive.
Old man Yang led the way in front. The group of people were dressed strangely and stumbled through the vines and thorns with difficulty.
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