While Fang Sansan and the others were doing their homework, Han Zhen gave An Niang a subtle wink.
For some reason, he always got very angry after every fight.
An Niang didn't respond, but her peach blossom eyes became more moist.
The plump millstone moved unconsciously on the chair a few times.
Although Mrs. Han Zhang was fiddling with her abacus, she had a clear view of the two men's obscure actions.
In addition to being shy, there was also a sense of sourness in my heart.
Fox Meizi!
She has such a soft temperament, even if she is wronged, she will only keep it in her heart.
Like a bean bag.
All the way to the backyard, Han Zhen took off his bamboo armor and clothes, leaving only a pair of obscene pants, revealing a body full of explosive muscles.
He picked up a bucket of well water and poured it over his head.
As soon as the cool well water surged, Han Zhen felt extremely refreshed, and his whole body became much more energetic.
After pouring several buckets of water in a row, he picked up another bucket of water, picked up a loofah pulp, and carefully scrubbed the dried blood on his body.
Second courtyard hall.
After Han Zhen left, An Niang saw that Han Zhang was a little absent-minded, so she expressed concern: "Run Niang, if you are tired, just go and have a rest. We will study again tomorrow. It doesn't matter."
"Well, you should go to bed early too."
Mrs. Han Zhang snorted lightly.
After getting along with her for this period of time, she felt that An Niang was a very good woman.
She has a cheerful temperament, is diligent in her work, and is also a good person. Many times when there are verbal disputes in the courtyard, she is the one to make peace.
But for some reason, Mrs. Han Zhang just couldn't get close to her.
Maybe it's because of those watery peach blossom eyes.
An Niang responded: "I still need to reconcile today's accounts."
There are now three shops, and the grocery store has the best business.
Next is the ready-made clothing shop, but these villagers are all very smart, and almost no one buys ready-made clothes. After buying fabrics, they learn the styles of ready-made clothes in the shop and sew them themselves.
In this way, you can save a lot of money.
The jewelry store, on the other hand, has not opened yet. There are many people looking at it every day, but no one buys it.
For this reason, An Niang once suggested to Han Zhen that the jewelry shop should be removed and other shops opened.
As a result, he was rejected by Han Zhen.
If you don’t buy it now, you may not buy it in a while.
The soldiers' families had just become rich, and for the time being they were still focusing on three things: food, clothing, and housing. After a few days of having enough to eat, they would start to think about other things.
"Then I'll go to bed first."
Mrs. Han Zhang said as she packed away the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table.
After leaving the hall, he walked all the way towards the backyard.
The backyard was dimly lit, and Mrs. Han Zhang subconsciously glanced at the main room. Seeing that there was no light, she thought Han Zhen had fallen asleep.
I felt my way to the well, originally wanting to wash away the ink stained on my hands.
Suddenly, a voice sounded in the darkness.
"Here you come? Rub your back for me first."
Han Zhen was washing his hair with soap locust. When he heard footsteps, he handed the loofah pulp behind him.
"ah!"
Mrs. Han Zhang was startled and let out a soft cry.
When she came back to her senses and discovered that the owner of the voice was Han Zhen, her little face immediately turned red.
Which... no uncle would let his sister-in-law rub his back, it's too ridiculous.
At this time, Han Zhen also realized that something was wrong, turned his head, and through the faint starlight, discovered that the person who came was actually Han Zhang.
Feeling embarrassed, Han Zhen quickly explained: "Sister-in-law, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect it was you. I thought it was An Niang."
I had just given a hint to An Niang, so when I heard footsteps walking straight towards the well, I thought it was An Niang.
Hearing his words, Mrs. Han Zhang originally wanted to run, but she stopped uncontrollably.
Holding back her shyness, she mustered up the courage to say, "Uncle, you should take good care of your body. Don't... don't do that all the time."
"Well, I understand."
Han Zhen smiled and said something perfunctory, then changed the subject and said, "What are you doing here at the well, sister-in-law?"
"I want to wash the ink from my hands. Since uncle is taking a shower, I'll go to the front yard to wash it."
At this time, she had adapted to the darkness in the backyard. Although she couldn't see clearly, she could vaguely see the outline of the strong muscles.
My uncle is so brave, I don’t know how An Niang can endure it.
ah!
Mrs. Han Zhang spat in her heart, turned around and ran towards the east wing.
His sister-in-law had such a personality, so Han Zhen didn't care. He waited until the blood stains on his body were washed away and walked into the house.
After putting on a new pair of trousers An Niang had sewn for him, he came to the study shirtless.
Light the oil lamp, grind some ink, pick up the pen and start designing the drawings of the salt factory.
Assembly line operations originated in the Qin Dynasty, but during the Han and Tang Dynasties, there were no records.
Instead, it reappeared in the world during the Northern Song Dynasty and was carried forward.
The current salt factory in Xiaowang Village still follows his previous approach, setting up a large pot, boiling the crude salt water, then pouring it into a wooden barrel, and then adding hydrated lime according to the proportion...
This efficiency is too slow.
The salt factory currently designed by Han Zhen draws on the salt-drying method of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Four huge pools are built from high to low, like stairs.
The highest pool is the salt boiling pool. After waiting for the crude salt water to boil, the valve will be opened, and the boiled salt water will automatically flow into the second pool along the bamboo pipe.
The second pool is the mixing pool, where hydrated lime is added for the first chemical reaction.
After the reaction is completed, the valve is opened again, and the salt water flows into the third pool. At the same time, the sediment after the reaction will remain at the bottom of the second pool.
The bamboo tube of the second pool can be filled with charcoal and clean fine sand for filtering.
The third pool is an inflatable pool.
At that time, some bellows can be made to inflate the salt water in the pool, so that the carbon dioxide can be dissolved and fused with the salt water for a second chemical reaction.
The last pool is the drying pool.
When the temperature is high in summer, as the water evaporates, the salt saturation becomes higher and higher, and refined salt will precipitate on its own.
When the temperature drops, it can be cooked over fire.
With such an assembly line salt pond, the efficiency of purifying refined salt will be several times higher.
Building a few more and 100,000 kilograms per month is not a problem at all.
Before I knew it, it was late at night.
The door to the study room was gently pushed open, and a graceful figure walked in.
Han Zhen asked without raising his head: "Is Xiaodouzi asleep?"
"Children are very sleepy and go to bed early."
As An Niang spoke, she stepped up behind him, kneaded his shoulders, and advised softly: "Don't stay up so late. When you are young, you rely on your strong body and bones. You don't feel anything. When you get older, you will know." It’s painful.”
"Don't say this, I'm very angry now."
Han Zhen suddenly stood up.
An Nianghui misunderstood and hurriedly said, "I'll help you brew some herbal tea to get rid of the anger."
Han Zhen joked: "Herbal tea is not enough, you need to grind some soy milk."
Looking at the dark night outside the window, An Niang had a confused look on her face: "It's... it's so late, where can I grind soy milk for you? If Erlang wants to drink it, just wait until tomorrow. I'll get up early and grind it for you."
"I can grind it now."
"ah?"
An Niang kissed her red lips and looked blank.
"Isn't there something ready-made on the table? Get down!"
"You...you damn ghost will ruin the slave family."
An Niang rolled her eyes at him, lay down on the desk, and slowly pushed the millstone.
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East wing.
Mrs. Han Zhang was wearing an undershirt and a thin blanket was placed on her lower abdomen.
From the time she returned to the house until now, she has been tossing and turning and unable to sleep.
Closing his eyes, all he could think about was his uncle's handsome face and his rough and strong muscles.
Pooh!
It's really shameless, that's your uncle.
Mrs. Han Zhang spat in her heart, feeling that she was a bad woman who did not follow the rules of women.
She shook her head hard and forced herself to recall her husband Han Da.
No matter how Han Zhang recalled it, her husband's face was always blurry and unreal, as if it was covered with a thin veil.
Ah.
Mrs. Han Zhang smiled bitterly.
She and her husband passed away less than a year after they were married.
In my memory, my husband lay sick in bed most of the time.
The time the two spent together was far less than when they were together with Han Zhen.
"call!"
Mrs. Han Zhang sat up suddenly, as if it was too hot tonight and she felt depressed.
I stood up and opened the window, and the cool night breeze suddenly blew in my face.
Subconsciously, he glanced in the direction of the main room and found that the light in the study was still on.
"Uncle, it's true that he doesn't know how to cherish his body at all."
Mrs. Han Zhang bit her lip gently and was about to put on her coat.
Suddenly, a faint, faint grinding sound came to my ears along the night wind.
She was stunned at first, and after listening for a moment, she suddenly let out a soft cry, and a blush quickly climbed up her cheeks.
This foxy girl!
Cursing secretly in her heart, Mrs. Han Zhang closed the window and lay down on the bed again.
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After pushing for more than half an hour, Han Zhen lost his temper.
It was just that An Niang was a little embarrassed. She was so tired that she lay on the table and didn't even want to move her little finger.
As if fished out of the water, the hair on the temples was stuck to the cheeks with sweat.
"Brother Han!"
Suddenly, the sound of insects sounded outside the yard.
Han Zhen's eyes narrowed and he asked, "What's the matter?"
"There are soldiers hunting for you, saying that a group of cavalry has come from outside the stronghold."
cavalry?
Han Zhen frowned slightly and ordered: "Please take the war horse out of the stable, and I will come soon."
An Niang struggled to stand up and said with a worried look: "Erlang, is it in danger?"
"No need to worry, just go and rest."
After gently patting her oval face, Han Zhen quickly walked out of the study.
Not long after, he went out fully armed.
(End of chapter)
