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The six-mouth large iron pot was set up in three or two clicks, and in addition to the pot used to cook salt prepared before, even the kitchen cooking was also brought over.

This area has long been fenced off by a fence to prevent others from seeing.

Wu Ziheng even thought of an excuse, and said that the famous doctor he invited accidentally discovered that there was a mountain spring here that was good for his injuries, so he was going to dig a pool here to soak in the spring water.

Of course, the bathing place has to be fenced off.

The water still has to be boiled for the effect to be good, so it is inevitable that firewood is needed.

The farmer next to him knows that there are many people who have a sweet mountain spring here, and if someone asks, there should be no obvious flaws.

Moreover, Wu Ziheng has already planned to build a wall next to it and build a house, which looks more like repairing a pond; As for the second thing, this salt spring is not expected to dry up so easily, so salt production is also a long-term thing, and repairing the house is also good for working in bad weather.

The summer sun is big, and the sweat can't stop when it's a fire. But none of the people complained, and everyone was full of energy.

Several guards have consciously divided their labor, transporting wood, burning fire, mixing brine, and preparing salt according to Mo Shu.

Although several people did not understand why salt could be fished out with a sieve made of bamboo strips.

Mo Shu was idle, standing next to a large iron pot, just waiting for the brine to boil. Taking advantage of this free time, she said to Wu Ziheng: "Actually, Master Hou can also build a tofu workshop here. One can cover people's ears and eyes. And secondly, you can also get some small profits. ”

But I saw that everyone looked puzzled. Xiaojing asked, "Sister Mo, what is tofu?" ”

Mo Shu then remembered. She has indeed never seen tofu in Daliang, so she doesn't even have this delicacy now?!

It's miserable!

If you boil the beans directly. Not only does it not taste very good, it has beany smell, but it is also easy to flatulence, so although people at the time used it as a food reserve, they actually did not like to eat it. But after making tofu, there are no more of these problems.

Tofu is just as delicious!

After staying for a while, Mo Shu said, "I'll get you bean curd to eat tomorrow." ”

Xiao Jing immediately became happy.

Mo Shu turned her head and saw that everyone was staring at her meaninglessly, and she was distressed in her heart. She knows it's not good to be too showy. But these things are so common in later generations, how can we think that they don't exist today?

In the long run, it will always be known to others.

It seems that the story must be made up as much as possible, Mo Shu thought. She met Wu Ziheng's meaningful gaze, smiled as brightly as a peach blossom in March, and said, "I used to eat a lot when I was with my master, but I didn't know that I didn't buy it outside, no wonder I haven't seen it in the Guogong Mansion or at home!"

This tofu is made with soy milk, that is, the bean juice is salted and then pressed. It's not difficult at all, it's a big deal to try a few more times, we just have salt here, and there is no shortage of brine. I just thought about opening a workshop. ”

Wu Ziheng bowed his head and said: "That's fine, hard work Miss Mo." ”

What else could Mo Shu do, and immediately smiled: "Master Hou is serious." To make yourself and the people live a better life is not a trivial matter. ”

Between words. The pot of water next to him was already boiling, and Mo Shu was not in a hurry to add soy milk to it. It wasn't until she saw that some grains similar to salt began to appear at the bottom of the pot, so she scooped the soy milk from the side and put it in.

Xiao Jing said excitedly: "Is this salt?" ”

Mo Shu carefully took the water ladle and carefully took out the flocculent foam and poured it out, and said: "No, this is a bit similar to bean curd, but we don't eat the first fish, there are too many harmful things in it." ”

Subsequently, Mo Shu put the soy milk twice, and Xiao Jing and Lu Jiu, who was burning the fire next to him, were surprised to find that the brine had become clear and clean before the two of them knew it, and it was almost impossible to see the color, and some floating salt grains could already be seen underneath.

"Salt! The salt is boiled out! Xiao Jing clapped his hands excitedly and shouted.

"Be quiet!" Mo Shu blinked and said, "I'll let others hear it later." ”

These words were very effective, Xiao Jing immediately covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly, and then stuck out his tongue and whispered, "I forgot." ”

The other pots were also boiling at this time, and Mo Shu deliberately made the fire late, so as to divert the time, so that she wouldn't be able to take care of it when others didn't know how to make bean juice.

Seeing that the salt was already out here, Mo Shu walked to another pot and taught a few guards when to put the bean juice, how to remove the foam in the brine, and how to determine how many times the soy milk was appropriate. Xiaojing volunteered to try too, and Mo Shu gave her the water scoop.

At this time, Lu Jiu watched the snow-white salt grains in the pot slowly condense, and he was so excited that tears were about to come out.

Mo Shu turned back, and began to scoop up the salt that had precipitated from the pot with a fine colander woven with bamboo strips, drained it and put it in the basin next to it.

The salt that comes out is as fine and white as snow, like plum blossoms and borneol.

At this time, Granny Han looked at the salt in the basin and suddenly cried. Ignoring Mo Shu's dissuasion, she sat on the ground, picked up a few pieces of salt from the basin with trembling hands and put them in her mouth, and the old tears flowed: "Oh my God, my God, this is salt, the salt of Baihuahua......"

Even though Mo Shu didn't understand the obsession of people nowadays with salt, seeing this scene, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Lu Yi was responsible for learning from Moshu to catch salt, but his hands were so shaky that he couldn't grasp the water scoop, and then tears fell.

"It's not promising!" Lu Er roared and snatched the water scoop, but his eyes also flashed with excitement.

"I'm not promising, you have the ability to do it!" Lu Yi roared back, seemingly completely venting the feelings in his heart.

Mo Shu looked at several big men laughing and crying, and was stunned for a while.

I don't know if it was infected by the love of the audience, Xiaojing also cried, crying and sobbing at the same time: "Grandma, don't cry, we have good salt to eat......"

Mo Shu couldn't look anymore, turned her head, and finally saw that there was finally someone who was normal.

Wu Ziheng stood next to him, his eyes fell on a few cauldrons, and he couldn't see what the expression was on his handsome face, but he was sure that he didn't cry or laugh. Suddenly, he strode over, and before Mo Shu could react, he picked him up and threw him up.

Mo Shu was suddenly thrown into the air, screaming in fright, and felt like her heart was about to jump out. My mind went blank.

Until An Ran fell into a warm embrace, Mo Shu was still a little frightened, and subconsciously hugged Wu Ziheng tightly.

The heart has not yet been put into practice.

After Wu Ziheng caught Mo Shu steadily, he didn't let her hold her for long, he put her on the ground, flicked his fingers between her foreheads, and boasted:

"Well done."

"......" Everyone was still in a daze, and Wu Ziheng walked towards the iron pot.

Mo Shu, who came back to her senses, suddenly cried: "You, you bully people!" I'm not going to boil you salt anymore! ”

Lu Jiu laughed a few times.

Wu Ziheng paused, turned his head and didn't know what to do. It's a pity that Mo Shu's little face was full of tears, and he missed the embarrassment he had never had.

But Wu Ziheng only stopped for a moment, and then calmly looked at the salt, thinking: This girl is really not scared, go back and ask Xiaojing to send something over to comfort her.

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