He propped up a large cauldron, poured most of the pot of water into it, raised the flame, and then poured more than a dozen catties of finely ground salt into it, stirring gently.

The fire is very small, only some charcoal is added, and the salt can be melted without the need to burn the fire, which can save a little.

After stirring for a while, the salt in the pan begins to melt, and a little bit of fine sediment can be seen deposited on the bottom of the pan.

Wang Yang shouted to Shoucang and asked him to add salt to it.

In this way, it was constantly stirring and melting, and in a blink of an eye, a lot of salt had been added, and impurities such as sediment could be clearly seen at the bottom.

Shoucang was puzzled and asked Wang Yang why the sediment had not melted.

Wang Yang was speechless, how could the sediment melt? Are you still going to drink mud and sand porridge?

Time passed little by little, and Wang Yang himself didn't know how many times he added salt, in short, the water in the pot was almost full, and it seemed to be a little thick.

He stopped, took some bricks and made a circle, layer by layer, which looked a bit like a well, and the middle of the circle was empty, and there were many clay pots and jars.

Each jar corresponds to a hole at the bottom of the barrel, Wang Yang put the barrel on it, and immediately an adult took out a few thin leaks made of fluff and plugged the hole at the bottom of the barrel.

After that, pour the salt water from the pot into the wooden barrel.

I saw the bottom of the barrel dripping and leaking filtered brine.

Wang Yang did not stop, continued to boil water, poured salt into it and melted it.

After a while, the water in the barrel was almost filtered.

Wang Yang took down the barrel and took out the thin leak. I saw that the thin leak was stained with yellow, yellow, black and black sand and some unknown dirt, and I was disgusted when I looked at it.

He had it cleaned, and then plugged the hole in the barrel again.

The clay pot was filled with a lot of clean salt water, Wang Yang took it out, set up a large cauldron, poured the salt water directly into it, raised a fire, and boiled the water. Then let the others stir. Do not allow the brine to evaporate and form a lump of salt.

At this time, the brine in the first pot was almost melted again, so it was put into a wooden barrel and filtered.

It's just three simple processes. There are no fancy things to speak of. Neither complicated. It's not mysterious, it's not messy in the lab, it's easy to learn.

Only a few people are needed. Not a lot of burning materials, as well as filtration equipment, will do.

If it is in modern times, the methods and means of purification are much more exquisite, and it is not easy to do these now.

While teaching everyone, he let them take over, and gradually formed a very small purification line, operating at the same time, without wasting a little time, and the efficiency is good.

Wang Yang is also enjoying it.

It didn't take long for the third process, that is, the pot where the salt was boiled, to rise steam, and several adults were shrouded in clouds, and it was estimated that they were hit by the hot water vapor, and there would be no ethereal thoughts.

"Whew!" One of the adults shouted at Wang Yang, who quickly stopped what he was doing, handed it to the others, and ran over.

"What's wrong?"

The man pointed to the thin layer of salt crystals that had formed next to the pot and told him that it had been cooked.

Wang Yang's eyes lit up, and he didn't think about it, so he shoveled the salt crystals on the sides back into the pot.

The adults don't understand it very much, what is this for? Finally boiled some out and shoveled it into the pot? Isn't that about to melt again?

Wang Yang smiled, indicating that he was not doing evil, not being stupid, but adding formed salt when boiling salt would infect other brine and accelerate the formation of salt crystals.

Of course, it doesn't make sense to explain this, he doesn't explain it, he just asks them to do it.

The speed of this pot of salt is getting faster and faster, and the water vapor is getting less and less, and finally all of them form salt crystals, no, they should not be called salt crystals, but white and tender coarse salt, like sand.

Looking at this pot of salt, Wang Yang was suddenly happy.

The quality of this pot of salt is very high, the ancients in the previous life basically used sea salt to dry, the color is not white, not to mention, there are many impurities, it is not good to eat too much.

And the quality of this pot of salt is much better than the salt of the ancients, as long as it is finely ground and wrapped in a bag, it can be sold in retail stores.

Of course, it should not pass the modern salt standard.

The reason why he was able to make salt that was excellent in appearance was not how clever Wang Yang's methods were, but that these salts were taken from the salt field, which was originally relatively pure.

If you extract it like this, it will naturally be purer.

The so-called starting point is high, the talent is good, and you don't need to spend much effort to have a big harvest.

Then he called them and said to them, "Eat this salt in the future, and don't eat salt that has not been purified, and then show them the filthy stoppers."

They stepped forward and sniffed it, and suddenly felt the stench rush into their noses, and they were disgusting.

Wang Yang found a clean bag of salt and put it in a dry granary to prevent it from getting wet.

At this point, life in the tribe was calm, and it was very planned, the bricks that should be burned were burned, the bricks that should be purified were purified, and the houses that should be built were built.

……

A month later, another large granary was built, and the two granaries were connected together, separated only by one wall, and the top was covered with porcelain panels as a roof.

That's right, it's indeed a porcelain plate, and after calcination again and again, Wang Yang found that those white clays are indeed very suitable for making porcelain plates.

He also fired a series of daily utensils such as dishes and dishes, and lived a good life.

"Calculate the time, the Exorcist and Xiaohong are coming back."

On this day, the sun rises lazily into the sky, smiling as always.

Wang Yang smelled the aroma of barbecue in a daze, and suddenly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a white tile ceiling.

When I turned my head, the walls were still white, and the white brick houses were shining with the sun's rays, but in the early morning, there was the light of noon.

Get up, put on the tiger fur coat that has been around for a few years, and find yourself in this large, spacious and bright house.

This is a granary, not a house for everyone, not a palace, but it is very beautiful, with a bit of royal grandeur.

The storage of wheat is not so much for the time being, and the red granary next to it is enough, and this big empty house is naturally occupied by everyone.

Usually in the evening, people will set up a pot outside, cook porridge, and barbecue meat to eat.

Sometimes I climb up to the roof to barbecue and enjoy the starry night view while eating.

He got up, took a clean white porcelain bowl, filled it with some salt, went to the river, dipped his hand in salt, and began to brush his teeth briefly.

"Well, sooner or later, you have to make teeth, and it's uncomfortable to rub your fingers."

"Lulu~" He spit out the water and washed his face again.

A group of friends came over with a bowl, and learned to brush his teeth and wash his face in a good way, but a few children didn't know if Lu Dao was reluctant to salt, so they swallowed the toiletry water in one gulp.

Wang Yang patted his head and pursed his lips, helpless.

A child asked him, "Why do you brush your teeth with salt?" ”

Wang Yang said: "The white teeth are very beautiful. ”

The boy pursed his mouth, showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, took a picture on the surface of the river, and smiled: "Mine is very white." ”

Wang Yang retreated speechlessly, he was really color blind.

When they came to the front of the granary, everyone set up a few bonfires, cooking porridge in pots, and roasting steamed buns, meat and other things.

Looking at the steaming meat porridge, Wang Yang couldn't help but be greedy, a few pots were not all porridge, but also noodles, soup and dumplings and other things.

The former is entirely because Wang Yang likes to eat, and the latter is because it is really delicious.

There is also a pot in which neither porridge nor pasta is cooked, but there is a naughty child with great imagination who doesn't know the name of the road, boils some animal oil, and then tears the steamed buns into one by one and puts them in to fry.

Wang Yang is really ruined, and he has the urge to vomit blood, but don't say it, the fried things are delicious, and they are really good.

In fact, Wang Yang was quite worried, in case any bear child used the hot oil as soup and drank it in one gulp......

No way! Absolutely impossible, unlucky words cannot be said. "Phew!"

"Woo!" Seeing Wang Yang coming, everyone greeted him warmly, he smiled and nodded, and said good morning.

He felt that his pronunciation was getting more and more flavorful now, and maybe when he was too old to move, he could shout indistinctly: "I really want to live another five hundred years." ”

After a while, a plate of all kinds of food was placed on the ground, including fried steamed buns, fried meat pieces, grilled meat, boiled meat, as well as dumplings, porridge and a series of foods.

It's not exquisite, but the taste is really good, and the variety is also rich, and it looks a little modern.

Unfortunately, if there was a table, some stools, and some chopsticks would be perfect.

No, you have to get a few bowls of soy milk and fry a few fried fritters.

Everyone didn't have any scruples, they wanted to eat something, so they walked over gently, picked it up and ate it, really let them sit on the table and eat in a proper manner, but they were not happy.

And when they had eaten, they began to work, boiling salt for those who boiled salt, and opened up wheat for those who opened up the wheat fields.

As for the friends, they do the simplest thing, wash the dishes.

Wang Yang was the most leisurely, basically looking at the kiln, looking at the wheat field, coming back to rummage over the wheat in the warehouse, and finally climbing on the roof to see if there would be two clouds of smoke and dust in the distance.

I was really tired of guarding, so I lay down on the roof and slept.

It was very hot at noon, and Wang Yang often took off his tiger fur coat and hid in a shady house, looking through the bright doorway at the green scenery in the wheat field.

At this time, a little friend ran in in a panic, shook his body, and opened his eyes lazily: "What's wrong?" ”

"Whew!" The little friend's eyes were very excited, pointed outside, and learned to say "oh" to the alpaca.

"Huh? You mean the Exorcist and Little Red are back? Wang Yang got up and ran out. (To be continued......)