Su Qingluan put his hand into the salt jar and crushed it - sure enough, there were a lot of impurities in this salt ash, and it was very sticky, it was obviously coarse salt.

After knowing that the salt used at home is coarse salt, Su Qingluan plans to purify the coarse salt and improve the abused taste buds.

But she couldn't speak easily - unlike the salt at the price of modern cabbage, in this era of backward salt production, the coarse salt that has not been processed directly is a valuable seasoning for ordinary people.

Just when Su Qingluan was distressed about this, someone handed him a pillow when he dozed off.

In the afternoon of this day, the second brother Su Xuanhe happened to fly into the stove room when he was playing with a slingshot in the yard, and broke the salt jar that was resting on the side of the stove.

This annoyed Yang, her face with a three-point smile because of the corners of her mouth tightened, but it showed three points of spiciness, picked up the big broom that swept the yard and shouted: "Stinky boy come back to the old lady!" Itchy skin?! With a puff of smoke, Su Xuanhe ran towards the head of the village.

"Mother! Mother! I don't dare! Su Xiaoer was so frightened that he threw a slingshot and hugged his head and ran away, although he begged for mercy, he ran fast under his feet, and he was afraid of eating a broom stew.

Su Qingluan happily followed out of the courtyard, tilting his head to watch the excitement in the back, until the two of them gradually became dark spots and could not see clearly, and then walked back.

It's not that her sister is bad-hearted, it's really that Su Xiaoer, a little kid, looks cold when he sees her, and his eyes are stinky on the top of his forehead.

Although he didn't know where he offended this stinky boy, Su Qingluan would not be careful to worry about a seven-year-old child for this trivial matter - but seeing him deflated, his heart was a little dark.

When she turned around and stepped into the courtyard gate, a cute little girl of snow jade leaned out from behind the door, with a pair of eyes like black grapes on her white face, which was Su Qingluan's little sister Su Baiyan, who was not yet four years old.

"Sister, did Brother make my mother angry?" The little girl asked in a milky voice.

"Yes, because your brother broke the salt shaker." Su Qingluan walked over and bent down to touch Su Baiyan's soft and smooth face, thinking: It feels so good!

"Then ......" The little girl thought about it with some distress, looked up and asked, "I also let Ah Niang touch Sanya's face, can my mother not be angry with my brother?" ”

The reason why the little girl said this was entirely because of Su Qingluan's words before.

At that time, Su Qingluan had not been wearing it for a few days, and he still had no sense of belonging to this family, and his body was weak, so he was inevitably irritable. One day she had only taken two steps in the yard before she was so tired that she couldn't help but sigh.

At that time, Su Baiyan, who was still called Su Sanya, jumped over and asked, "Sister, aren't you happy?" Why do you sigh so much? As he spoke, his two small arms drew a large circle in front of him.

Looking at the girl's wrinkled little eyebrows, Su Qingluan suddenly felt that her old aunt's soul was sprouted and healed, so she said half-jokingly: "Sister is in a bad mood...... But Sanya asked me to touch my face, and I was in a good mood! ”

So the Sanya child obediently stretched out two little fat hands and pressed Su Qingluan's slender fingers on his little face.

Returning to reality from the good memories, Su Qingluan looked at the little girl in front of her, and sighed for the one hundred and eighth time, "It's better to be a sister", while looking at the salt shaker that had been knocked over on the ground, and winked at the third sister slyly: "Let's get the dirty salt 'clean', A-Niang may not be angry with A-brother." ”

It was already two quarters of an hour later for the Yang family to bring Su Xiaoer back with his collar on. Su Xiaoer sobbed and cried like a flower-faced cat, and the broom in Yang's hand also broke a number of branches—you can see that the broom stew is done.

Throwing aside Su Xiaoer, who was sagging his eyebrows, Yang walked into the stove room and saw that the remaining half jar of coarse salt had been put into another smaller jar, while Su Qingluan was still carefully sweeping the salt mixed with soil on the ground into the dustpan, and said:

"It's a pity to have the rest of the salt, but I'm afraid that if you eat it, you'll get sick, and it's not worth it, so throw it away." Saying this, Yang's tone was full of distress.

Su Qingluan looked at the salt in the dustpan that had already been mixed with the dirt and blinked mysteriously: "A-Niang, anyway, this salt is thrown away, why don't you let me think of a way, maybe it can still be used?" ”

Of course, the Yang family did not have hope for Su Qingluan's words, but in the spirit of the idea of a dead horse being a live horse doctor, Su Qingluan tossed it.

The basic principle of coarse salt is very simple – dissolve, precipitate, filter, evaporate. Experimental content at the junior high school and even elementary school level.

However, there is no such delicate crucible beaker filter paper now.

Fortunately, there are no crude alternatives.

Su Qingluan asked Yang for a small jar with a half-arm-high bowl mouth, poured coarse salt mixed with soil into it, and put half a jar of water into it.

Yang told her that the jar could not be roasted, otherwise it would crack, so Su Qingluan had to take a broken thick branch as a wooden stick to stir, and when the salt in it was dissolved, she carefully placed the jar in the corner of the stove room, and told her brother and sister not to touch it.

Otherwise, the precipitation will have to start again for half a day.

The third sister Xue Yan nodded obediently as always, but Su Xuanhe's child snorted: "What if I want to touch it?" As he spoke, he looked eager to try at the small jar.

Su Qingluan thought to herself, you stinky boy just got beaten and itchy skin?

So she smiled and showed a mouthful of white Sensen's small teeth, approached Su Xuanhe, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Speaking of the fact that you used a caterpillar to scare the snow geese into crying a few days ago, my father and mother still don't know, right?" ”

When Su Xiaoer heard this, he immediately withdrew his little paw that was about to move, and looked at her vigilantly: "You promised not to talk about it...... I—We're hooked! Of course, the price is that he has been a little attendant for Su Qingluan to serve tea and pour water for most of the day.

Looking at Su Xuanhe looking at himself indignantly, with a shocked expression of "how do you talk doesn't count", Su Qingluan smiled secretly: Ignorant boy, you don't know how thick an adult's skin is after all.

Su Qingluan Youyun: My brother is not pitted, and he is not pitted. Then he said unashamedly: "I only promised you that 'I won't talk about this today', but now it's not 'today'?" ”

So Su Xuanhe's child, who was too simple-minded, was offered an unequal treaty of "let her send her in the next month" by his black-hearted eldest sister as a "permanent hush money".

So in the next two days, Su Qingluan unceremoniously instructed his younger brother to become a spinning top-

"Su Xiaoer, go and dig out some grass and wood ashes in the stove for me."

"Su Xiaoer, bring me cotton cloth and needlework."

"Su Xiaoer, be careful with your movements."

Su Xuanhe puffed up the body of a narrow-mouthed ceramic jar, and watched Su Qingluan holding a chopstick, one end supporting the center of the grass ash bag sewn with gauze at the mouth of the jar, and the other side extending obliquely to the outside of the ceramic jar.

Then, she slowly poured the day's precipitated liquid down the chopsticks.

Su Xuanhe rolled his eyes when he saw this: "Isn't this all spilled...... How can it be?! ”

As if he had seen some incredible spell, Su Xuanhe's eyes widened in the distance.