Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Man Bao had no idea of ​​not eating minced meat, and knew that their condition was limited, so he said: "If you can reduce the exposure to cold water, you will reduce it. Everyone knows that women can't touch cold water when they are confinement, but in fact, women who are susceptible to cold have a lifetime of exposure. Zhongdu should try to avoid cold water as much as possible, let alone soak in sea water like you."

She said, "I won't say anything from afar. I'll just ask you a close question. What is the age of the longest-lived woman in your village? How old is the long-lived woman who doesn't go to the sea, but just goes to the ground to farm?"

"They must live longer than you, and when they are older, they generally suffer less sin than you."

The women stopped talking as soon as they heard it. Those who lived by the sea were all envious of the people on the land. They felt that they had fields and land, and that they were born to live better than them.

The wish of many fishermen's families is to fish more to make money, and then go to the land to buy a few better fields. Since then, they will leave the sea and never fish again.

Seeing that they listened to the advice, Man Bao's face looked better.

The people in the village basically depend on being sick, so it is not obvious on the surface, but there are not many problems, especially if they are still hungry and cold, they have more problems.

When Bai Shan came back, Zhou Man only saw half of the people.

The village chief greeted everyone with an excited face to prepare lunch for them, Man Bao also stopped work to rest, looked at the excited village chief, and then looked at Song Zhuzhu, who was not looking very well, turned his head and asked Bai Shan, "What is this? already?"

Bai Shandao: "I have decided to restart the new salt farm here. Today we went to see it again, and we all think that we can go to work by building some stoves."

Man Bao asked, "Do you cook salt?"

Bai Shan raised his eyebrows after hearing her question, "Is there any other way besides boiling salt?"

Man Bao glanced at him, got up and went back to the house, and after a while he took out a thin book and gave it to him, "There are several salt-making methods in it. We can also use the salt drying method, other methods cannot be done under our current conditions.”

Bai Shan took it and found that it was a book without a head and tail. It should be a book with a lot of paper torn away. He was not surprised by this situation. Head and tail, and things in the middle will be lost.

He looked up and looked around, and saw that the village chief was busy in the kitchen himself, while Director Song was sulking behind the fence. Lieutenant Dong Xian was talking to him in a low voice. Except for Daji, no one paid attention to them.

Bai Shan lowered his voice and asked, "Is this from my little father-in-law?"

Man Bao didn't nod his head, but he didn't shake his head in denial.

Bai Shan sighed, "My little father-in-law is so kind to me."

Man Bao ignored him and said, "You should take a look first. Some of the words above are unclear, and I don't know if Beihai County is suitable. You should try it first."

Bai Shan nodded.

When I opened the book in the yard, it seemed that although it was broad daylight, the room was still very dark, so it would be better to be refreshed in the yard.

He was so open and upright, so naturally no one would join in the fun and ask him what books he was reading, and Master Song was worried about other things, so he didn't come over.

Bai Shan thought about it all night, and called the village chief excitedly the next day: "Let the young men hold hoes and shovels and other things, and we will try to build salt fields today."

The village chief was stunned and said, "Sir, we haven't cut the firewood yet, we have to cut the firewood and come back to dry..."

Bai Shan said excitedly, "We don't need to cook salt anymore. I have come up with a new method for making salt. Let's try this one first."

The village chief's lips trembled, and he was speechless for a while.

Master Song, who came over, was also stunned, then his eyes lit up, and he immediately became excited. He leaned over and asked, "Municipal Bai, you just said that you want to try a new method of making salt without boiling salt?"

Bai Shan smiled and said, "Didn't Master Song say today that there are not many trees around here, and the firewood is not enough?"

"I thought about it, and I think what you said makes sense. Mountains and forests are also the property of the imperial court. We can't ignore other creatures and destroy wood in order to cook salt," he said. "So I plan to change the method of making salt."

The village chief said quickly: "Sir, we don't have to cut down the trees nearby, we can go to a farther place to cut it."

Are you afraid that there will be no trees in this endless mountain forest?

When Master Song heard the words, he turned his head and reprimanded him, "Do you belong to your Xiaowa Village in all the mountains and forests in the world? It's not a problem for the trees nearby, but if you also cut down the trees in the far places, it will cause conflicts and troubles. When a dispute arises, can you afford these losses?"

The village chief is clumsy, and because the identity of the other party is naturally suppressed, he can't answer at all, so he can only look at Bai Shan anxiously, "Sir, if we chop down trees, we will plant them according to the rules, and we will not destroy the mountains."

Bai Shan hadn't spoken yet, Song Master Booker continued: "You sound good, it takes ten years to build a tree and a hundred years to cultivate people. It takes you so much work to cut down a tree, but it takes at least ten years for a tree to grow, or even For a longer time, it takes so much fuelwood for you to cook salt, can you keep up with replanting?"

The village chief blushed and said: "Then there are also many trees cut down in the Longchi..."

"Can you compare with Longchi? How old are the salt fields in Longchi? Do you know how much salt they can cook for the imperial court every year?"

The village chief's face was purple, and he lowered his head and stopped talking.

Bai Shan said slowly: "What are you arguing about? My method is an excellent method I just found out in a book. We don't use firewood this time, but use the sun to bask in it."

He shook his head and said: "If you want to say that the most yang thing in the world, it cannot be compared with the sun in the sky, so I think the salt produced by the sun will definitely be better than the salt that is boiled."

The village chief was about to cry. Hearing this was unreliable. He was also simple, and said directly: "Sir, the sun is so powerful that it can't cook rice into rice. This boiled sea water produces salt. , can only rely on firewood."

But Bai Shan said: "This county is the magistrate of Beihai County, and there are indeed many considerations. You can't destroy the mountains and forests just to boil the salt, so I must try this method."

The village chief said, "What if you can't try it?"

Bai Shan said: "If you don't try it once, try it twice. If you can't get it out in one year, it will take two years. Okay, let the Master go to the salt field with me, and the stove doesn't need to be built."

Seeing that the village chief's face was gray and defeated, Bai Shan said to him: "Don't worry, the yamen side should pay you a lot of wages. Twelve pennies a day, according to the treatment at the Longchi Salt Field."

Master Song opened his mouth to object, but thinking that Bai Shan had finally changed his mind, he choked back again, fearing that he would think about boiling salt again.

Master Song still couldn't believe it, but Bai Shan just took people to the beach, stopped and walked around, and finally chose a place to gather the sand on the beach and dig out the salt field.

And the salt field in the distance was left alone.

see you at eleven o'clock