flee from famine!After being forced to sell to a rough man, I counterattacked

Chapter 105 Cooking Salt
After all, no matter how you look at it, this person doesn't look like he's on fire.

Fu Minglai hummed lightly, then said suddenly, "By the way, I looked through all of Uncle Liang's medical books, but I couldn't find Chi Guangcao."

Qin Min smiled, and said warmly: "After all, medical books cannot include all medicinal herbs. Chiguangcao is not a common medicinal herb. It is not widely used and not many people know about it. It is normal that it cannot be found in the book."

Fu Minglai knew that medical records were limited, so he didn't doubt her words.

It's just that because he couldn't find the medicinal herb she was talking about, he searched through Uncle Liang's medical books, so couldn't she say more?

Fu Minglai stood where he was, without speaking.

A trace of doubt flashed in Qin Min's heart, and he was about to leave.

With a flash in her mind, she suddenly realized, bent her lips and said warmly: "I didn't expect you to go to the book on purpose, and you have a heart."

Fu Minglai was praised, so he nodded his head calmly, embraced the sleeping Fu Mingyi, and turned back to her own thatched hut.

Qin Min looked at his back with dark eyes.

Unexpectedly, Fu Minglai went to look up the book, it seems that next time he wants to dismiss him, he will have to use another excuse.

When Qin Min returned to the thatched cottage, he passed the thatched cottage.

It's been a long time since the meal time, and the stove in the thatched shed was not only not extinguished, but was still burning vigorously, and even another stove that was usually idle also caught fire.

Except for the sick man and Fu Minglai, almost everyone was here, busy chopping firewood and cooking salt.

A person turned his back to the stove, didn't notice a large piece of rock salt on the ground, stepped on it,

"careful!"

Seeing this scene, Qin Min immediately trot into the thatched shed, and quickly tore the man away.

The water in the iron pot was bubbling.

If he fell into the boiling water, he would not be scalded, but he would be scalded.

Uncle Liang can't move now, she is about to become the healer of this thatched hut, and she doesn't want to increase her workload any more.

Qin Min looked at the big boy with a handsome face, and sighed softly: "Be careful, Mingyi just got up, so don't fall down."

This person often feeds Fu Mingyi and helps her with rehabilitation training. Apart from her and Fu Minglai, this person should take care of Fu Mingyi the most.

The man almost boiled himself, nodded repeatedly with lingering fear, and said embarrassingly: "Thank you little lady, I will be careful."

Seeing this, the others hurriedly pushed them aside, "Gao Zexia, don't come to the stove, go and crush the rock salt."

Gao Zexia had no choice but to pick up the wooden basin with a large piece of solid rock salt, and squatted in a corner of the thatched shed like a poor little boy.

Kacha Kacha broke the rock salt with his bare hands.

Qin Min was about to leave when he was shocked instantly.

There is a sense of unreality as if watching people tearing people up with bare hands.

The Mohs hardness of this rock salt is more than 2 points, which is almost as hard as a human fingernail, but what kind of crumbs!
Qin Min looked at Gao Zexia who looked relaxed, and then at the rock salt that had been crushed into powder, feeling that he might not have woken up.

Others come and get pinches of rock salt to dissolve.

After a while, Gao Zexia made a full basin, clasped the edge of the basin with one hand, and handed it over.

The man held the bottom of the basin with both hands, and then he took the heavy wooden basin.

Qin Min walked to Gao Zexia's side, swallowed, and said in surprise, "Gao Zexia, have you always been so strong?"

Gao Zexia smiled shyly, and crushed the rock salt with both hands like tofu, "Maybe it's a little bigger than ordinary people."

Qin Min felt that he was not as good as ordinary people, so he asked curiously, "Then you or Fu Ming, who is stronger?"

Fu Minglai is the strongest person she knows, and he should be able to crush these rock salts, but who is more relaxed.

Gao Zexia crushed all the rock salt in the basin into slag, and thought for a while, "If the boss doesn't play tricks, I can win once or twice out of ten times."

Qin Min, "..."

Is this what the boss means?

They crushed rock salt and dissolved it in water to make brine.

Pour the salt and brine into the iron pot and cook slowly over low heat.

The water was burned to evaporate, and the water level in the iron pot continued to drop.

The fine salt in the salt brine is precipitated and stuck to the edge of the iron pot, which can be scraped off and put into the salt jar for use.

After scraping the fine salt, continue to add salt brine, and repeat the low heat and slow cooking to produce more fine salt as before.

The salt jar was soon filled.

Someone brought several wooden boxes that looked like bricks, and there was a lid with a handle on the wooden box.

Fill the wooden box with the boiled fine salt, close the lid, and press the fine salt tightly by the handle.

The salt should be pressed very tightly, and the air in the middle should be squeezed out to form a salt brick, which should be placed in a cool and dry place.

In this way, the storage time is long, and it is also convenient when it is needed. It can be smashed and scattered directly.

Pieces of salt bricks were quickly piled up.

Qin Min thought about the memory of the original owner, the Liu family also had half of such salt bricks, and because of the high price of salt, the half salt bricks were almost regarded as treasures.

Liang Dawei just returned to the thatched hut, seeing Qin Min couldn't help saying: "Ah, little lady, why are you here?"

Qin Min said softly: "I just passed by and came to see, where have you been?"

Liang Dawei said in a low voice, "I went to Sun Chengyi's side."

The others stopped their hands at the same time, looked at Liang Dawei, "Is he okay?"

Liang Dawei shook his head with a sullen face.

He heard whimpering in the house outside the door, so he didn't go in.

Growing up together, he still heard Sun Chengyi cry for the first time.

Having suffered such a great hardship, my heart must be very bitter. It is good to cry, at least I feel better when I cry.

Someone threw the spatula, "I'll go see him."

Liang Dawei shook his head, "Don't go, let him be alone."

The others were originally happy that Fu Mingyi could walk around.

Now knowing that Sun Chengyi's leg is not good, he lost his smile, didn't speak any more, and continued to boil salt silently.

The atmosphere in the thatched hut was oppressive and heavy.

Qin Min coughed lightly, and said, "His legs will recover, but he just needs to rest for a while."

With a bang, the big iron spoon fell into the iron pot.

Everyone suddenly raised their heads and looked at Qin Min in disbelief.

"But... but such a big... big tree, if you fall on your body, won't your legs be flattened?"

Gao Zexia was so excited that he couldn't speak fluently, and gestured with his fingers the size of a big tree.

Qin Min thought for a while, "That tree isn't that big."

If she really smashed her legs flat, she would be powerless.

Liang Dawei held his breath, "Little lady, is what you said true?"

Qin Min nodded.

Everyone was immediately excited.

Qin Min saw that one of the iron pots was almost dry, with white salt stains on the side of the pot, and was about to remind him.

Gao Zexia noticed it, put down the rock salt in his hand, walked quickly to the stove, picked up an iron spoon, and prepared to scrape out the salt grains first, and then add the brine.

As a result, as soon as the iron spoon was placed in the pot, there was a "click" and a hole was knocked out of the bottom of the pot.

(End of this chapter)