Song Dynasty Iron Armored Army

Chapter 179 Li Kui Returns Home

When the sky was bright, Li Kui felt that he was going to ask Dai Zong for leave, but he might not agree, even if he agreed, he would be scolded.Immediately went to the home of one of his colleagues and asked him to give Dai Zong a message, saying that he had something to do at home and went home, and he would come back in a year.

Dai Zong heard the message and said: "This iron bull is not simple. He has accumulated more than 40 taels of silver secretly, and the family has flipped over to build a new house. Let him go."

Besides, Li Kui carried the burden on his back, took the axe, and still had the customs clearance document of the prison camp on his body. Relying on his good health, he made great strides to rush to the north.It's not easy to go home, two thousand miles and hundreds of miles.However, most people these days are physically strong, and Li Kui is the strongest of the strong men. He gets up early and goes to bed late every day, and he can walk one hundred and twenty miles a day, which is faster than a horse. Here, Li Kui is very courageous, and he can just find a ruined temple when he misses the inn, needless to mention the overnight stay in Xiaoxing along the way.

Time flies, and it is already the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Chai Lin and Chai Meng have also returned from Jiangzhou.

In the West Village Square of Chaijiazhuang, Chai Lin is the chef today, and he personally cooks and distributes Laba porridge to everyone.The porridge has been boiled since before dawn. The ingredients are real and delicious. There are eight big pots in total. According to the composition, there is exactly one pot of porridge for every one hundred households.

It is made from eight ingredients: rice, millet, glutinous rice, sorghum rice, red beans, cowpeas, kidney beans, and jujube. It tastes delicious.

The team lined up quite neatly, and after such a long training period, it was still very effective.

Chai Lin said with a smile: "I have boiled enough eight-treasure porridge today, one bowl for each household, so don't worry."

"We won't worry about it. The big tank that the owner gave is really useful. I look forward to a bumper harvest next year, so I can fill a few more tanks with grain." You Zhuang Ding said.

Villagers in the West Village were divided into eight teams to receive Laba porridge, and there was a large pot of shredded pickles pickled with carrots next to them.

Most people just use chopsticks to add a little bit to the porridge, and some people who like to take advantage of it don't say anything.

"Thank you, owner, thank you, owner." The owners thanked each other, and went home with porridge.

Although the supplies are poor in this era, people are still very simple. Most of the family members bring porridge home for their wives and children. Who would be willing to eat such a bowl of eight-treasure porridge for young people?
The two villages in the east and the west distributed Laba porridge at the same time, each household has a bowl. Although there are not many things, it is because of this kind of heart, especially the elderly who are lonely and widowed. They eat it in their mouths and warm their hearts. The hearts of the people are accumulated bit by bit. Woke up.

When cleaning up the cauldron, the woman in Chailin looked familiar and said, "Aren't you that Jincuihua? Are you still used to it in Chaijiazhuang?"

Jin Cuihua said her best wishes, and said, "Thank you sir, you are living a good life, you have enough food every day, and you wear warm clothes."

"Still making pancakes now?" Chailin asked.

"No, the manager saw that I was serious about my work, so he set up a new pickle workshop and asked me to make pickles." Jin Cuihua said.

"Huh, pickle shop? Really fast enough, established so soon?" Chai Lin remembers mentioning it to Chai An at the time, but he didn't expect Chai An to be quite efficient.

"It's been three days, and I have to continue making pickles when I go back," Jin Cuihua said.

According to Chai Lin's vision, the pickle workshop is not a joke. Next year's output will reach tens of thousands of tons. First, it will shoulder the important task of eating pickles and pickles for the workers in each workshop in Chaijiazhuang, and then sell them to make profits. It is necessary to make this pickle shop into a very large scale.

Chai Lin said, "Pack up your things and go back to the East Village. I'll go to the pickle shop."

"Yes."

A group of people packed up the iron pot and other items, Jin Cuilan and the others took a mule cart, while Chai Lin and the others rode to the East Village first.

The pickle shop is behind the pancake shop. It is still very small, just a courtyard of three houses.There is a large water well in the yard with a hand pressure well installed on it.The sewer in the courtyard is an open channel, which is connected to the drainage channel on the street, and the vegetable washing water flows out through the open channel.

Jin Cuilan said: "Because of the cold weather, the pickle jar can't be placed outside. We can't make too many pickles. There are only three of us. The task is to make pickled carrots, pickled radishes and a small amount of pickled cabbage."

"Yeah." Chailin inspected the pickle shop carefully and found that the pickles were still very good.Twenty cylinders have already been completed, and I have to continue today.

There are not many pickles in Chaijiazhuang. At present, there are only two kinds of carrots and white radishes in stock.

The pickle manufacturing process is troublesome, especially in winter.The first step is to wash the carrots with well water and dry them.Generally, a large tank needs nearly [-] to [-] catties of carrots, a layer of radish and a layer of salt, which are stacked and arranged neatly.Chaijiazhuang has the official salt experience license approved by the magistrate. The official salt transported from Dengzhou costs five Wen a catty, and a large tank of pickles costs more than ten catties of salt.

Stir-fry the aniseed prickly ash in a large pot. The smell of frying is so fragrant. At this time, fill up a large pot of water and bring it to a boil. Just add a small amount to the large tank filled with radish and salt, and it will serve as a seasoning.The date of production is written on the big tank, and it can be eaten after waiting for 20 days.

The pickles made in this way are delicious, crisp and go well with rice.Miners do heavy physical work and need to consume a lot of salt. The pickles are just delicious, and it is also convenient for the master chefs to make porridge for breakfast, just cut some pickles.At noon, pancakes with scallions and some pickles.In the evening, when the time is less tense, the master chef will make some tofu stewed cabbage and so on, so that the workers can improve.

"Cuihua, what pickle do you think is the best?" Chailin asked.

Jin Cuihua thought for a while and said, "If you want to say that the most delicious pickles are kohlrabi pimples, there is red potherb, white radish, carrot, cucumber, and beans are all fine."

Chailin is very pleased, it is not bad for a rural woman to have such insight.

"It's too cold in winter. You can use a large pot to boil water, come in and wash the vegetables. If there are any rotten places, you should peel them off and throw them away. Thrift is not wasteful, but hygiene is the first, and rotten ones must not be used. Next year we will plant thousands of acres of pimples, potherb mustard, radishes, etc., and we will have to start processing from the beginning of autumn, and there will be hundreds of female workers, so we can accumulate more management experience and save time from panic."

Jin Cuihua was dizzy for a while, what kind of a big family is this, and it needs to grow thousands of acres of raw materials to make pickles.You must know that this kind of vegetable is different from food. The yield of wheat grown in good land is only a few hundred catties per mu, and at most a thousand catties.But if you grow pimple vegetables, at least it is five or six thousand catties per mu.

Chai Lin didn't care about the stunned Jin Cuihua, and walked back with Dian Zhengnan.Making pickles has technical content, and it is necessary to master the amount of salt used and the time of pickling. If the pickling is not reasonable, it will easily cause poisoning.However, the technical content is not high, and it is easy to master. It is enough to arrange workers to work hard and follow the procedures.

Li Erni took Cuilan's arm and said, "Sister-in-law, you are going to be an official, and you will promote me when the time comes. The vegetables on thousands of acres of land must be made into pickles. How many big tanks and workers are needed for this."

"You girl, you have a lot of eyes. You work hard and don't be afraid of hardship. Let's do the work well and complete what we should do, so that we can have a clear conscience when we get paid." Jin Cuihua arranged to say.

Li Erni said: "Alright, I'll wash the radishes right now."

Washing vegetables in winter is really cold, but fortunately, the well water is not so cold. Since the owner arranged for washing with warm water, it is a waste of some branches to boil some warm water.

I have to say that this Jin Cuihua is really hardworking. In addition to completing the normal tasks in the workshop, she personally took the lead in cleaning the fallen leaves in the woods outside the village, and only used the fallen leaves to boil warm water to wash vegetables.

A female worker asked: "Director, there are branches and wood provided in the workshop, why don't we use that to boil water and wash vegetables?"

Jin Cuihua said: "The branches provided by the workshop are all paid for by hired people. The owner of Chai is kind enough to let us wash the vegetables in warm water. We can't waste it. It's easy to find some fallen leaves."

Jin Cuihua's awareness is still very high, and she is very pragmatic, unlike other female workers who have too many things to do and love to talk to their wives.

　A new month, a new weather, I wish all readers and friends happy every day.

　　
　
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