Su Qingluan put his hand into the salt jar and crushed it - as expected, the dusty salt contained a lot of impurities and was very sticky. It was obviously coarse salt.
After knowing that the salt used at home was coarse salt, Su Qingluan planned to purify the coarse salt to improve the abused taste buds.
But she couldn't speak easily - unlike modern salt that costs cabbage, in this era of backward salt production, coarse salt that is directly mined without any processing is a valuable seasoning that ordinary people must save.
Just when Su Qingluan was worried about this, someone handed him a pillow as he dozed off.
That afternoon, the second brother Su Xuanhe happened to fly into the kitchen while playing with a slingshot in the yard, and broke the salt jar placed beside the stove. The dusty coarse salt fell on the floor of the kitchen, and a small amount of it was seen on the ground. Mixed with soil, it was no longer usable.
This irritated Ms. Yang. Her face, which was originally smiling due to the raised corners of her mouth, tightened, but showed a certain degree of vigor. She picked up the big broom sweeping the yard and shouted: "Brother, come back to me!" Your skin is itching?!" Su Xuanhe ran toward the village head in a flash of smoke.
"Mother! Mother! I don't dare anymore!" Su Xiaoer was so frightened that he threw his slingshot and ran away. Although he begged for mercy, he ran very fast on his feet, fearing that he would eat a meal of broom stew.
Su Qingluan happily followed them out of the yard, cradling their heads to watch the excitement behind them. It wasn't until the two of them gradually turned into black spots that they couldn't see clearly, then they walked back leisurely.
It's not that her sister is evil, it's that Su Xiaoer, a little kid, has a cold face when he sees her, and his eyes are on the top of his forehead.
Although she didn't know where she offended this brat, Su Qingluan wasn't so petty as to argue with a seven-year-old child over such a trivial matter - but seeing him deflated made her feel a little happy.
When he turned around and stepped into the courtyard door, a cute little girl named Xueyu popped out from behind the door. On her fair face, her eyes were like watery black grapes. It was Su Qingluan's little sister Su Baiyan who was not yet four years old.
"Sister, did my brother make mother angry?" the little girl asked in a sweet voice.
"Yes, because your brother broke the salt shaker." Su Qingluan walked over and bent down to touch Su Baiyan's soft and smooth face, thinking: It feels so good!
"Then..." The little girl thought about it distressedly, then raised her head and asked, "I also asked my mother-in-law to touch Sanya's face. Can my mother not be angry with my brother anymore?"
The little girl said this entirely because of what Su Qingluan said before.
At that time, Su Qingluan had only been here for a few days, and he still had no sense of belonging to this family. In addition, his body was weak, so he was inevitably restless. One day, she took only two steps in the yard, but she was so tired that she couldn't help but let out a big sigh.
At that time, Su Baiyan's little friend, who was still called Su Sanya, ran over and asked, "Sister, are you unhappy? Why did you sigh so much?" As he said that, he drew two small arms in front of him. What a big circle.
Looking at the girl's frowning little eyebrows, Su Qingluan suddenly felt that her old aunt's soul had been healed by cuteness, so she said half-jokingly: "Sister is in a bad mood... but Sanya asked me to touch her face. I feel better!"
So Sanya child obediently stretched out her two chubby hands and pressed Su Qingluan's slender fingers on her little face.
Returning to reality from the beautiful memories, Su Qingluan looked at the little girl in front of her. While sighing for the 108th time, "It's better to be my sister," she looked at the overturned salt shaker and winked slyly at her third sister. Blink: "Let's 'clean' the dirty salt. Maybe grandma won't be angry with brother."
It was already two-quarters of an hour later that Yang brought Su Xiaoerti back with his collar still on. Su Xiaoer cried so hard that he turned into a cat with a painted face. The broom in Yang's hand also broke many branches - he knew that the broom stew was done.
Putting Su Xiaoer aside with droopy eyes, Yang walked into the kitchen and saw that the remaining half a jar of coarse salt had been put into another smaller jar, while Su Qingluan was still carefully mixing the salt on the ground. Sweeping the salt from the soil into the dustpan, he said:
"It's a pity to have the remaining salt, but I'm afraid you'll get sick if you eat it. It's not worth it, so just throw it away." As he said this, Yang's tone was filled with distress.
Su Qingluan looked at the salt in the dustpan that had already been mixed with the soil and blinked mysteriously: "Mom, this salt is thrown away anyway, why don't you let me think of a way, maybe it can still be used?"
Of course, Yang had no hope in Su Qingluan's words, but with the idea of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, he let Su Qingluan do whatever he wanted.
The basic principle of coarse salt essence is very simple - dissolution, precipitation, filtration and evaporation. Experimental content for junior high school and even elementary school levels.
However, there is no such sophisticated crucible beaker filter paper available now.
Fortunately, there are crude alternatives.
Su Qingluan asked Yang for a small jar half as high as an arm and as wide as the mouth of a bowl, poured coarse salt mixed with soil into it, and put half a jar of water into it.
Mrs. Yang told her that the jar could not be heated over a fire, otherwise it would crack, so Su Qingluan had to use a broken thick branch as a stick to stir. After the salt inside was dissolved, she carefully placed the jar in the kitchen corner, and told his brother and sister not to touch it.
Otherwise, you will have to start over after settling for a long time.
The third sister Xue Yan nodded obediently as always, but the child Su Xuanhe snorted: "What if I insist on touching it?" As he said that, he looked towards the little jar looking eager to try.
Su Qingluan thought, you brat just got beaten and your skin is itchy again?
So she smiled and showed her small white teeth, leaned close to Su Xuanhe, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Speaking of the fact that you used caterpillars to scare the snow geese into tears a few days ago, your parents still don't know, right? ?”
When Su Xiaoer heard this, he immediately retracted his little claws that were about to move, and looked at her warily: "You promised not to tell me... I, we hooked up!" Of course, the price was that he had to serve Su Qingluan for most of the day. The little waiter who pours water.
Seeing Su Xuanhe looking at him angrily, with a shocked expression of "Why don't you keep your words?" Su Qingluan secretly smiled: You ignorant boy, after all, you don't know how thick-skinned adults are.
Su Qingluan said: If your brother doesn't cheat, then he won't cheat. Then he said shamelessly: "I only promised you 'not to tell this matter today', but now it's not 'today' anymore?"
So the child Su Xuanhe, who was too simple-minded, was offered an unequal treaty of "anything she does for the next month" by his sinister elder sister as "permanent hush money."
So in the next two days, Su Qingluan unceremoniously turned his younger brother into a top——
"Su Xiaoer, go get some plant ash from the stove for me."
"Su Xiaoer, bring me cotton cloth and needle and thread."
"Su Xiaoer, be careful with your movements."
Su Xuanhe angrily held the body of a narrow-mouthed ceramic jar, watching Su Qingluan hold a chopstick, one end supporting the center of the plant ash bag sewn with gauze at the mouth of the jar, and the other side diagonally Extend outside the ceramic jar.
Then, she slowly poured the liquid that had settled for a day along the chopsticks.
Su Xuanhe rolled his eyes when he saw this: "Didn't this all leak out... How is that possible?!"
As if he had seen some incredible magic, Su Xuanhe's eyes widened from a distance.
