Chapter 47

"Eat fish in the morning and oil residue in the afternoon, and the county master can't eat so well!"

"Nonsense, the county magistrate has eight dishes and four soups per meal, which is much better than what we eat!"

"That is, the county lord is in charge of a county; Our kind of food is not as good as the county lord, but it is certainly comparable to the landlord and squire! ”

"Definitely, our patriarch is also a landlord, and he can't eat meat once a month, Liu Youcai used to be rich, and he ate meat once every ten days, which is far worse than us."

"Wang Yuan is really a bodhisattva!"

"What are you doing at Wang Yuan's house, letting the big tiger and the second tiger guard the door?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, do our job well, Wang Yuan won't treat us badly."

In the evening, the fishing team has a meal.

Two hundred catties of lard fried in oil residue wrapped buns, all the members of the fishing team ate mouths full of oil.

Some of them stopped after eating two, and left the buns they had been allocated, ready to take them home for their families to eat.

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Many people looked at Wang Yuan's house.

Since the fishing team came back, the gate of Wang Yuan's house was closed, leaving only Wang Qingshan and Wang Xiaoshan, and even Wang Shaoshan and Wang Sihai were let out, and the big tiger and the second tiger were guarding the door, not knowing what they were doing.

Don't talk about people out there.

Even Wang Qingshan and Wang Xiaoshan, who were working, were also confused and worried!

The fishing team is back.

I bought more than 200 catties of lard, a load of quicklime, a basket of halogen, a basket of alkali, ten baskets of dried petals, and a large bag of spices.

I heard Wang Sihai say that he spent a small fifty yuan.

As a result, Wang Yuan asked the cook to fry the lard, and the oil residue made buns for the fishing team.

Quicklime was added with water and alkaline noodles to make water that would rot when splashed on the skin.

Then Wang Yuan began to lose!

Pour this water into the lard and put it in a large pot and stir it with a stick.

This kind of water burns the skin when it touches it, and can you still eat it when mixed with lard?

Wang Qingshan and Wang Xiaoshan's distressed livers are about to explode!

Waste good stuff!

Lard is a treasure in the countryside, and every household is reluctant to eat it!

Watching the pots of lard being added to that kind of water, both of their hearts were dripping blood.

As the wooden stick stirred, the smell of lard became lighter and lighter, and tears came out of both of them!

Can't eat it!

All this lard is a waste!

God watched them trample with lard, and when it rains, thunder will surely kill them!

However, Wang Yuan ordered, and although the two of them were distressed, they had to do it.

After the iron pot boiled, the heat turned to low heat, and the two kept stirring overnight.

When the chicken crows, the two of them add the brine from the marinade cubes to the pot and continue to boil.

Soon the batter in the pot is divided into three layers.

According to what Wang Yuan said, the two of them made the upper layer of slurry out, mixed it with the powder made of dried spice petals, and pressed it into a wooden square.

The middle layer of paste is added to the wick and pressed into the wax molds.

Finally, put the waste liquid from the bottom of the pot into the jar.

It's dawn

Wang Yuan pushed the door out, stretched his waist and said, "Are you done?" ”

Wang Qingshan sobbed: "Okay, hum! ”

Wang Xiaoshan bowed his head and was silent: "Ten catties of lard, so many spices, they have all been ruined!" ”

Seeing that the two of them looked like they were about to cry, Wang Yuan was surprised and said, "Uncle Qingshan, Uncle Xiaoshan, what's wrong with you guys, you were cold last night?" ”

"Nope!"

The two forced a smile.

The thing belongs to Wang Yuan, they are just buddies, and they will pay back Sanguan money in January.

Wang Yuan wants to spoil good things, what can they do.

"Not bad!"

Picking up a piece of soap, Wang Yuan put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, picked up another candle to look at it, and finally walked to the stall jar containing the waste liquid.

Making soap is a saponification reaction.

The most valuable of them is not soap, nor candles, but these waste liquids.

There is glycerin in the waste liquid, which can be purified to make explosives, fruit wine, glass, tanned leather, and can be used in many aspects.