The old lady felt that the fire was almost over and began to mutter to the few women next to her,"The Yang family is too stingy. Why don't they let people take their meals home? Don't you think so, old sister? You can't see your parents 'flesh!”，Old Lady Shan didn't stop her chopsticks from stabbing at the meatballs one after another."There's still a school to be held and a teacher to be invited? Ah pui! They're being unfilial!"
"Little Man's wife, don't pout. Your man eats big fish and meat every day. Don't you and your two children crave it?”
Xiaoman's wife was usually a quiet person, but she put down her chopsticks at this moment.""Aunt Shan, don't make things up! We men have worked hard to earn money back, and our mothers can't wait to provide for them. This is because the Yang family is kind and has good food. Even if there isn't, I will take the silver and cut my flesh back for the men to eat!”
Old Lady Dan rolled her eyes.”
"Old man, you really know what's good for you. Not only do you want to bully your son, but you also want to bully your grandson. You're a shallow person yourself, so don't drag us into this!”，As the person spoke, he intentionally or unintentionally looked at Dan Zhenzhu, who was fighting with the meatball soup.
"That's right!"
“……”
Their quarrel was heard by the daughter-in-law of the Li family, Meixiang, who was busy adding food. She put down the spoon in her hand and stuffed half a coarse grain bun into Old Lady Dan's mouth without saying anything. She said sternly,"Seventh Granduncle and Mr. Feng are both eating over there. Just watch as she babbles here. Sister-in-law Xiaoman, come over and help. Aunt Shan ate too much and choked. Let's send her back!”，He then glared at Dan Zhenzhu, who was about to pounce on him, and said,"Sister Zhen Zhu is also holding on. The two aunts should also give her a hand to send her off. There is still half a roasted chicken on the stove that I will leave for the two aunts.”
There was no need for Meixiang to do it herself. Another strong woman stood up from the table beside her and grabbed Old Lady Dan's arm." Niece-in-law, you go ahead with your work. I'll send Old Sister-in-law back!"”
Thus, the mother and son were sent out without saying a word under everyone's surprised gazes. The one in the most sorry state was Old Lady Dan. Her mouth was filled with half a steamed bun, almost reaching her throat. She could not swallow it or spit it out. She wanted to use her hands to dig it out, but both her hands were firmly gripped and she could not move. For the first time, she felt that this coarse grain steamed bun was so unpalatable.
What a joke. Which family's man who came out to work wasn't the pillar of the family? This pillar had worked hard for two good meals a day, but he still made the women at home jealous. What would that make him? Moreover, every family had money to live on now. A pound of fat and lean pork was only ten wen. Which woman in the village could not bear to cut two pounds of meat for the children to eat after ten days or half a month? Besides, there were eggs! It turned out that the child could only eat one egg a year, but he could eat it almost every day. Whose credit was this? Isn't it still the Yang family? Want to find trouble with the Yang family again? Offend the Yang family? Only Old Lady Shan, who didn't know anything, would say that!
The progress at the sweet wormwood field was also very fast. There was a fence made of logs, and the houses were made of logs as pillars and wooden boards as walls. The floor was paved with bluestone. Thanks to the tall and majestic workshop built by the big tree, it was not only sturdy but also very spacious. Feng Nianen came over twice to take a look and directly said that he might as well use wooden boards to build bricks next year. He also asked someone to send two carts of oilcloth. The two ends of the oilcloth were fixed with wooden sticks and rolled up to hang on the roof. This way, when they were working, they would roll it up. When they were not working, they would put it down. Not only was the lighting good, but it also did not delay the discharge of smoke.
The originally lonely sweet wormwood field was now crowded with people. The women and children used four wooden sticks to cross each other and set up a rack to dry the powder. Then, they peeled off the skin of the wooden sticks of moderate thickness and polished them to make the drying rods. Therefore, these racks were set up in rows and bathed in the setting sun. The children cheered and jumped as they shuttled back and forth, and the old people's wrinkles filled with vicissitudes of life overflowed with smiles...
The big iron pot was transported over, and the skillful uncle built the stove. The big vats were brought in, and the diligent sister-in-law wiped them clean inside and outside before placing them neatly outside the house. The remaining wood from the plank house was used as firewood, and the children began to chop it into a pile of firewood. After the big millstone was polished, a few strong young men placed it down...
Feng Nianen also had people brew three large pools in a shed. There were water outlets at the corners, and they were plugged with wood wrapped in rags. Once the plug was pulled out, the water could flow directly out through the drain outside. He also brought some things called "clam mud" to wipe the inside and outside of the pool.
Wang Maocai brought a few smart people from the village to harvest sweet potatoes. According to Feng Nianen, sweet potatoes were not easy to store, so they did not need to store too much. They only needed to contact people to ensure a daily supply. Then, everything was ready.
On the first day of the arrival of the Great Pink Smith, Wang Maocai gathered all the manpower and asked Feng Nianen to make arrangements for them. Wang Maocai was in charge of the flour mill at the beginning. The men's team was responsible for carrying water, grinding, leaking flour, washing flour, drying flour, and other physical labor. They were paid thirty-five wen a day, and five strong men were selected from them to learn the skills from the big flour craftsman. These five people had to sign a confidentiality contract with the village and the owner. No matter whether they learned the skills or not, they could not teach them to outsiders. The first team of women was responsible for washing, filtering, drying, and cleaning every day. Their wages were thirty wen per day. He also arranged for someone to be in charge of purchasing sweet potatoes and warehouse storage. The young steward chose four people, each bringing fifteen. The firewood they used every day was bought from the villagers for a single copper coin…
Therefore, in a few days, King Village started to move. When the first hanging of fine powder was hung out, the once deserted sweet wormwood field was filled with people who came to watch the fun. There were people from the village and people from other villages. Seventh Granduncle ordered eight old men and women who were over 60 years old to sit outside the fence and bask in the sun. The village chief said that they would get two eggs for a day of basking in the sun here. They had to pay special attention to those people from other villages who came to peek into the village.
At this time, more than a hundred bags of sweet potatoes were piled up in an orderly manner against the wall in the fence. Dozens of large vats filled with clean water were placed inside and outside the house. The firewood under the stove was burning brightly, and the hot air above the stove was boiling, and the fog was lingering.
Under the orders of the great flour craftsman, everyone worked in an orderly manner. The sweet potatoes were first washed in the river a few times and poured into the big pool to be washed carefully. Then, they were put into the mill and let the big green cow grind them into powder. The sticky snow-white powder with a hint of brown slowly flowed into the wooden barrel. Bucket after bucket, the flour paste was poured into the filter hanging above the big pool. Two women shook it regularly, and another person kept adding a small amount of water. The filtered flour paste flowed into the pool and slowly settled. The two pools were used in turn, and the settled sticky flour balls were packed and sent to the big stove.
The stove was in full swing. The dough that had been mixed with the Alum was placed into the colander hanging above the big pot. The master flour refiner and five apprentices beat it with their hands in a regular pattern as they spoke. Soon, countless fine white powder flowed into the hot pot through the colander, about three feet long. After cooking for a while, when it was half-cooked, two people worked together to fish out the fine powder and quickly threw it into the cold water in the big jar. The fine powder quickly formed in the cold water and became strong and tough. The young and strong man used a stick to pick it up and hang it on the drying rack outside. One hot and one cold, one back and one back, they jogged all the way until the pot was completely emptied.
It was a sunny and windy season, so the fine powder was dried in the sun in just three or four days. The nimble woman took them down and tied them up with hemp ropes into a small bundle of five catties and a big bundle of ten catties.
Wang Maocai listened to Mr. Feng's instructions and distributed three catties of the fine powder that had leaked out in the first two days to everyone working in the workshop, including the old men and women who were sunbathing outside. The fine powder was dried vegetables. He grabbed a handful and stewed it with pork and cabbage to make a pot. It was used to block hunger and go with rice. The old and young ate to their heart's content.
Wang Maocai had calculated that ten catties of sweet potatoes could produce about two catties of fine powder. Two catties of sweet potatoes would cost one copper coin, and the fine powder would cost twenty copper coins per catty. After deducting the cost and wages, they could earn-Aiyoyo, it was amazing!
Wang Maocai seemed to see pieces of sweet potatoes turning into pieces of pork and eggs flying at him. After eating and drinking, he wiped his mouth and hurriedly went to find his seventh granduncle and his two grandfathers to whisper. The next day, everyone found that the security inside and outside the workshop was even stricter.
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