Su Qingluan looked at the things in the brocade steadily-it was something she had been thinking about before but she was reluctant to buy it, and although she had extra silver recently, she forgot to buy it because she was too busy.

That's a fine iron kitchen knife!

The kitchen knife glowed with a cold glow in the sunlight outside the window, and look at the color......

Su Qingluan leaned over to the blade of the knife to take a closer look, and found that the iron kitchen knife he had seen in Hongfu Building was even brighter, and at first glance, it was made of rare fine iron!

Only then did she understand what Old Man Xu meant by the phrase "You will definitely like it".

But she looked at the kitchen knife again, a little embarrassed:

Admittedly, she liked the gift, but she knew for herself that this knife was not something that ordinary craftsmen could sharpen—at least she had never seen such a fine iron kitchen knife in the town's blacksmith shop.

Holding this kitchen knife, Su Qingluan stared at the blade glowing with blue light, and suddenly smiled slightly: Since Old Man Xu gave this knife to himself, make some decent food, and then give it to Old Man Xu, he is afraid that there is no happier than this.

Su Qingluan thought about it and decided to use this kitchen knife to sharpen the knife today.

"It seems that I originally wanted to figure out how to extract oil today, but I really couldn't do it......" Su Qingluan shook her head and smiled-the new knife was in her hand, she couldn't wait to use it immediately, how could she calm down and study oil extraction?

took out the kitchen knife and showed it to Su Guangfu and Yang, and he and his wife were also amazed, saying that this kitchen knife was much better than those iron kitchen knives on the market, and even the kitchen knives owned by the rich families in the village were not as good as this one.

"Big girl......" Yang was a little uneasy, "Is this gift too valuable......?"

Su Qingluan smiled slyly: "Ah Niang, with your daughter's craftsmanship, Old Man Xu must be very satisfied with this kitchen knife given to me, and I will show you a hand tonight." ”

After she finished speaking, she didn't rush to the stove room immediately, and first went to see how her brother and sister were writing big characters.

I have to say that after a few days, Su Qingluan looked at it, although Su Xuanhe was a few years older than his sister, but he couldn't sit still.

In just a few days, although Su Xueyan's wrists are too young and weak, and the strokes seem to be a little fluttery, they are also decent.

And although Su Xuanhe did a better job than his sister in terms of strength, because his mind was always floating, he often had a stable pen at the beginning, and then became more and more sloppy.

Su Qingluan couldn't help but have a headache: no matter what, if you want to go to school, "calligraphy" in this era is unavoidable.

She could see that when she was teaching handwriting, Su Xuanhe didn't like to listen, nor did he not understand, he just didn't like the matter of learning calligraphy itself - because he was really a little active, and these "quiet" affairs made him unbearable.

For example, now, seeing Su Qingluan coming over, Su Xuanhe hurriedly threw the brush in his hand and complained: "Sister! My arms are sore, can I take a break? ”

The little girl next to her steadily finished writing a "pinch" stroke, raised her head and ruthlessly exposed: "Brother is a liar, obviously he just stopped!" As if afraid that Su Qingluan wouldn't believe her, the little girl raised the strokes she wrote and raised them in front of Su Qingluan with both hands, "Sister, look, I wrote six today!" Brother only wrote three! ”

"I write more than your strokes, more dense than yours!"

"No, what you write is coarse, what you write is ugly!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Su Qingluan took the two of them's calligraphy paper and said, "It's already cloudy today, the light is not good, and now it's almost past noon, so you can write here today." ”

When the two little ones heard this, they immediately jumped out happily and went out to play.

Su Qingluan packed up the stationery for her younger brothers and sisters, turned around and went to the stove room, thinking about today's so-called "highlight", she first prepared a few ingredients for vegetarian frying and cut them aside, and fried them together when the meal was about to be cooked.

I also prepared some grains of white rice mixed with sorghum and brown rice, put them in a small loose wooden basin, put them in the steaming drawer, cover them with a lid, and steam them on the stove.

This wooden basin is made by Su Qingluan compared to the size of her own steaming drawer, begging Su Guangfu to make it, although it is wooden, it does not leak at all, which makes her amazed, and once again has a new understanding of her father's carpentry skills.

Su Qingluan walked to a clay jar in the corner and uncovered the gauze covering it, revealing the soaked beans inside.

This bean was originally soaked by Su Qingluan yesterday, just to see what the quality of this batch of beans is, can you squeeze soybean oil.

Seeing that after a night and a half of soaking, the beans were slowly "stretching their waists", and there were few dead beans that remained in their original state, or empty beans floating on the water, Su Qingluan nodded with satisfaction.

At home, there is a large stone mill pulled by livestock to hull grain, but a while ago, Su Qingluan bought a small one that is used as a "grinder" for ordinary grinding.

Su Qingluan took out the soaked beans, put them on the bamboo dustpan, and began to summon "free labor" - "Xuanhe, didn't you say that you are tired of writing in big characters?" Let you change things to do! ”

Then, Su Xuanhe's child became the donkey of Nalamo...... Ah no, the little Langjun who pulls the mill.

However, he himself grinds the stone grinding with his arms in circles, and the meaning is very obvious-as long as he is not allowed to write big characters, even if he is allowed to work, he will admit it!

Su Qingluan had another headache when he saw that this kid hated studying so much.

But for now, she has something to do.

Pulling out some plant ash from under the stove, Su Qingluan carefully rubbed it up with a dustpan and slowly poured it into a wooden bucket with water.

The ashes of the plants and trees that have just been pulled out from under the hot stove are hot like charcoal, and when they fall into the cool water, they make a slight "snort" sound.

Su Qingluan waited until the ashes of the plants and trees were poured in, stirred it with a wooden stick, and precipitated for a while.

Now that he has the rice paper at hand as filter paper, Su Qingluan is not worried about filtering.

She settled the ash water of the grass and trees a little, and then she heard her brother running over to her with a snort: "Sister, I have finished grinding those beans!" After speaking, he pulled out his waist pole, and his face was full of "asking for praise".

Su Qingluan blinked: "Do you want to see how beans turn into tofu?" ”

Su Xuanhe nodded hurriedly when he heard this: He really doesn't know how one bean after another became a whole piece?

Su Qingluan asked him to bring his sister over, and he turned around to get the rice paper and funnel.

Xuan paper is a good alternative to filter paper, and the quality of these rice papers given to her by the shopkeeper Liang is very good, Su Qingluan cut it a few times, then put it on the inside of the funnel, and took a narrow-mouth bottle below, let the two little guys who came in hand in hand hold the bottle below, and Su Qingluan slowly poured the grass and wood gray water into it from above.

When the grass ash below was also slowly poured out, Su Qingluan stopped pouring and turned around to pour out the filtered plant ash filtrate into the porcelain bowl.

The two little guys' eyes immediately widened with curiosity.