A golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as one's own doghouse. Liang Chuan stood on the head of his bed with his clothes open. Yi Niang has been at home for several months, and her skin has become much whiter. Although it has not reached the level of white jade, it is soft and supple. Yes, Liang Chuan's big hand moved over, it was quite smooth.
"Is everything going well at home these days when I'm away?"
Liang Chuan probably didn't have anything serious. Everyone looked better than when he left. If something had happened, things would have turned upside down.
"Well, everything is fine at home. You can work outside with peace of mind. I'm here at home, so you don't have to worry."
Liang Chuan kissed Yi Niang gently, then touched his jade rabbit with his dishonest hand and played with it gently, which made Yi Niang's body start to feel hot again.
"When will Mr. Meng come back? I have to instruct him to teach you how to read and write, otherwise you will write me love letters in the future. I get goosebumps when I think that Mr. Meng has read it too."
The artist was so embarrassed that she pinched Liang Chuan's waist hard.
"You're bad."
"Yi Niang, you dare to be disrespectful to your husband, I will punish you well! Come on, ride up..."
Yi Niang spat at Liang Chuan, "It's broad daylight and you're almost rooting on the bed. Don't let them laugh at me when I get out!"
"Let's see who dares!"
"A few days ago, a man who claimed to be a senior official sent a letter and a wooden box. I can't give it to you even if you're not here. Third brother, I'll get it for you later."
Yi Niang jumped out of bed, walked to the dressing table, took out a letter from a wooden box, and handed it to Liang Chuan.
Liang Chuan was a little surprised when he heard the name of the senior official. There was no news from this kid since the end of the mountain people's turmoil. In the turmoil in Xinghua, some people were promoted and some suffered disasters. Zhao Weixian and his large group of people did not take advantage of them. Liang Chuan had no way of knowing what happened to the senior cadre, and he gradually forgot about it over time. When he heard Yi Niang say that a letter had arrived, he still missed this close friend.
The envelope has not yet been opened, and it says: "My dear brother, I personally send this letter."
Liang Chuan tore open the edge of the seal and took out the letter. It read: "Brother Liang Chuan, I thank you for your blessing. Those dozens of corpses have given me a promotion and an increase in age." And this shitty luck, it all depends on my brother. Brother, I advanced a few levels to work in Gaoyou. After working hard for so many years, I earned a position as a regiment trainer. Thanks to the gift of my dear brother, I will give you some small gifts. There's no future for shitting, so come here, brother."
The envelope was written in a flourishing style, with several scribbles and corrections. The characters were standard big-head characters, which were comparable to Liang Chuan's characters. There was no beauty in calligraphy at all.
Liang Chuan smiled bitterly. It turned out that this boy was transferred to Huaiyang, which is the most prosperous place in the world. The beautiful women with a population of salt and silk can get whatever they want. The economic lifeline of the Song Dynasty is here. Even a ninth-grade sesame official can do it. What others are jealous of.
There are also a few words on the back of the envelope, which read: There is a little money in the box. I have molded the mouth of the box, so you dare to smash it open.
The box Yi Niang received under the bed, Liang Chuan dragged it out, Huo, it was still a bit heavy, and the weight was not light.
Liang Chuan took his ax and struck the door of the box hard with the back of the ax. Sparks flew out with a bang, and the cast iron parts on it fell off. Opening the box, there was a box full of gold, silver, pearls and jade.
The box lay motionless under the bed, and Yi Niang had no intention of touching it. Today’s life is not as good as before. It is better than before and more than less than before. The money earned is more than enough for the family.
This box was given to Liang Chuan. If there was something important inside, he didn't dare to lose it. Unexpectedly, the box was full of gold and silver. Liang Chuan was surprised when he opened the box. There was so much money. Today is no different than in the past. I used to be happy for several days when I saw a few copper coins. Now I see more, and my family has a small fortune. There is no longer that exciting feeling. At the beginning, the family didn't even have the money to hire a doctor. I ate millet porridge for two meals, and I got through the hard days.
Just like Yi Niang, now that there is so much money in front of her, it's just a moment, and she doesn't have much trouble in her heart. After all, as a woman, Yi Niang does not have such a big pursuit of wealth. What she yearns for is peace and stability. As long as the family is harmonious and beautiful, everything else is just a cloud.
"These were given to me by senior officials in repayment for the corpses I gave him last time. It is estimated that he has been promoted to a large official with these corpses, which is why he has so much money."
Yi Niang also had mixed feelings when she thought about that fight.
"We shouldn't keep this money for ourselves." Liang Chuan also felt a little uncomfortable on his face, and then said: "Yi Niang, please put it away. I will find a way to disperse this money during the Chinese New Year."
Seeing this Qian Liangchuan remembered that it was stained with human blood, and suddenly he no longer had any desire to vent. He touched Yi Niang's waist and slowly put on the clothes.
The next day, Liang Chuan got up early in the morning and ran into the woods for another lap. Barefoot and bare upper body, the muscles on the body are exposed, and the feet can feel the stimulation of the acupuncture points from the earth. Running all the way down, there are beads of sweat on the body, and bursts of smoke are evaporating. It is unbelievable in the winter.
After running, Liang Chuan took a look at his beehive. When he left, he asked Yi Niang to add some grass to keep the beehive warm when the weather got cold. It was also difficult to see the activities of bumblebees. I believe these big guys will be there again next year. If you get active, you will be able to harvest a lot of honey.
The tea garden on the mountain is growing very gratifyingly. The third uncle is now radiant. He is no longer the nagging old man. With a signature smile on his face, he watches Liang Chuan take off the wine gourd from his waist and gives Liang Chuan a drink every day. I patrolled the tea mountains three or two times, then sifted a pot of rice wine, exchanged it for a slightly smoked one, sat on the top of the mountain and giggled beautifully for a while, and the day passed.
It will take about two or three years for this tea garden to fully develop and start picking tea leaves. Now I have no technology or equipment, and the tea leaves are not mature enough. It is not time to harvest these tea leaves. Besides, can I get the tea leaves now? Do you want to drink it yourself? You can’t finish such a large amount.
When I walked home, the college had not started yet, and Meng Liangchen had not returned from going out to worship his ancestors, so the house seemed much quieter. Zheng Ruoying left angrily yesterday. When she went back, she thought that they were a husband and wife, and they didn't bother anyone else when they did anything in their own home. Why were she angry?
Liang Chuan knew the purpose of her visit, changed his clothes, and said to her: "Let's go. It's like Black and White Wuchang coming to your door every day to remind you. I'm afraid of you."
"Where to go?"
Zheng Ruoying asked stupidly.
"Of course you are going to prepare to make sugar. Are you going to travel around the mountains and rivers? You don't have to spend your time?" Liang Chuan rolled his eyes at her. The sugar cane in the field has reached the harvest season. If it is not squeezed into cane sugar, it will be harvested. After missing the season, a stable industry is about to take shape, and we cannot miss another year.
Zheng Ruoying muttered a little happily and a little aggrievedly: "Isn't it good to travel around the mountains and rivers..."
The first key point of making sugar is to squeeze out the cane juice from the sugar cane. The next step is to purify the sugar in the cane juice. This step will not be difficult in future generations, but for now, it can be Not so easy.
First of all, if there is no machine now, how can we create such perfect pressure? In this way, it will be difficult to squeeze the juice out of the sugar cane, and the loss will be much greater than in later generations. How to squeeze out cane juice? Liang Chuan recalled the historical process of visiting Xinghua Sugar Factory, and there was an old object that impressed him deeply.
This thing is called sugar twist.
Liang Chuan asked Zheng Ruoying to take him to the stonemason's place. This thing is rarely seen in ordinary times. It should not have appeared in Xinghua and Fengshan era. Otherwise, it should be available in every household, because later sugar production continued until the reform and opening up period. It is a pillar industry in Xinghua.
You have to give the mason the drawings so that the mason can make it. As for the assembly, Liang Chuan does it himself.
The sugar cane is similar to two huge gear-like millstones. The two cylindrical stone millstones are erected. The traction force is animal power. Large livestock, such as cattle or mules, pull the two stone millstones to rotate. The principle is somewhat similar to that of a wheel axle. With the gear device, the two wheels rotate in opposite directions to each other.
This stonemason is not very good at it. He has worked in Xinghua all his life and has never achieved anything famous. Liang Chuan talked for a long time and the stonemason was confused. He had no idea what Liang Chuan was describing.
Liang Chuan said that his mouth was dry for a long time, thinking that when Zhao Jiasi was still here, he didn't ask him to help make these two Shijiu first. It's a pity now. Those Luocheng masters are trustworthy, each one is of good quality, and whatever they are asked to do is completed with absolute quality and quantity. Their craftsmanship is extremely exquisite, and everything can be completed according to the requirements, which is really commendable.
The mason in front of me is just a stick, and I can't explain it no matter what. Liang Chuan had no choice but to draw: the two millstones were about one and a half feet high and three and a half feet wide. There is a stone-hewn pressing basin placed below, which is a bit like the storage container on the millstone for collecting pressed juice. A hexagonal hole is drilled out in the upper and lower centers of the Shijie cylinder, and vertical wood is installed inside as a rotation axis.
The shape of the stone millstone is a bit like a gear. Two stone millstones are combined together. The protruding stone teeth of the cylinder fit into the concave holes, so that the maximum space can be squeezed out after rotation. The master, the master, stared at this big guy who looked like a stone but not a stone mill for a long time. He carefully asked about the shape and characteristics of various places, and then he scratched his head and seemed to understand a little bit.
There is no machine to cut the stone for this thing, and it takes two or three days of continuous polishing to complete. During this time, Liang Chuan and Zheng Ruoying went to arrange other things.
The sugar twists can still be shaped, but the pot for boiling the sugar must be prepared first, because this also takes a lot of time.
