"Setup, come and write me something." When the old man got home, he saw that there was a bowl of acorn noodles on the table, so he continued to eat.

"Second girl, come over and tell grandpa how to deal with this acorn."

As soon as the old man shouted, the busy crowd came to the courtyard again

"I went to the village chief's house and told him about the edible acorns, and I agreed with him to tell the village about it, and asked him to report it to the county.

Now he has called a meeting of the villagers, and tomorrow he is going to go to the mountains to pick up acorns. The old man explained after eating the noodles in a few bites.

"Second girl, grandpa told the village about the edible acorns without your consent, it's grandpa's fault.

Grandpa is looking at the old and young masters in the village too bitter! The dealers are not yet ripe, and they spend all day looking for wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger.

But wild vegetables are not food in the end, and everyone eats vegetables on their faces.

If you have acorn noodles over the times, I believe that the coming year will be much better.

There is no food to eat, and some families have to sell their children.

With acorns, there will be no more starvation. The old man sighed again. Ay! It's hard for farmers! ”

"Master, what are you talking about? I'm your granddaughter, and I'm from the village! I'm also happy to be able to do something for them.

When I was going down the mountain, I met the second aunt in the East Courtyard, told her about the acorns that could be eaten, and said that she should come to my grandmother to learn how to do it! Han Yun looked at the Wang family with a weak heart

"Well, good boy. If you do the right thing, we can help if we can, but we can't help the poor.

You can't blindly give, you must understand the truth of dou Mien's promotion of rice hatred.

Second girl, tell your grandfather what to do with this acorn, and ask your uncle to write it and send it to the village chief, and he will send it to the county government tomorrow morning. ”

"Are the three mothers at home? I'm here to learn from you how to deal with acorns," the sound of the Qin family in the East Courtyard sounded outside the door.

"Come in, come in, the door is not bolted. We're talking, let's listen to it. The old lady hastened to let people in.

"Alas, the third mother, I'm here to trouble you." Qin was usually busy looking for food to eat, and he didn't have time to chat and gossip with his neighbors, so he was a little cramped and uneasy.

"Daughter-in-law of the woods, sit down for a while, we are talking, you can listen to it too." Wang enthusiastically pulled Qin to sit at the table.

Han Yun saw that everyone was waiting for her, so she took a few acorns in Qin's back basket for a demonstration, and explained the process of making oak noodles.

"This acorn must be soaked, otherwise the bitterness and astringency will not be removed.

Just boil the water, and you can't add heat to the acorns after they are cooked, otherwise it will be difficult to grind the pulp after cooking. Han Yun was afraid that Qin would not be able to remember, so he reminded him again.

"If you found out that acorn processing was so simple, you wouldn't have to starve so many people to death. Alas! It's all fate! After hearing this, the old man sighed again.

The Qin Society took his leave and went home to make acorn noodles.

Zhang Shuli also recorded the method, and when the ink was dry, he sent it to the village chief. "This ink is so bad, it's all slag when it dries."

Han Yun glanced at it, sniffed it again, and saw that his uncle's handwriting was good, but this ink was really not good.

The color is not good, there is a peculiar smell, and the viscosity is obviously not good.

In this way, when writing, the contact between the ink and the paper is insufficient, the adhesion is not enough, the color fades when touched, and there are small particles of dust.

"Uncle, is this the case with the current Modu?" Han Yun has seen a process of making cigarette ink, and remembers seven, seven, eight, eight, and many more experiments to believe that it can be successful.

"There are also better ones, but they are too expensive, and the general ink costs one or two pieces of silver, and it costs five hundred wen for this broken ink." Zhang Shuli said helplessly.

"Uncle, I have a way to make ink, do you want to try it yourself?

If it succeeds, you and Yun Ze will not be so distressed in the future. Han Yun saw the business opportunity in it, so she tempted Zhang Lili and said.

You must know that a good piece of ink is like a famous general loves a BMW and a beauty loves rouge.