Author: light purple astringency

After cooking the reed salt, Jiang Changan directed his soldiers to make earth salt.

It was also boiled with filtered water, and the tool Jiang Changan filtered really surprised the male students. It was a bamboo tube that was connected directly to the bottom of the bucket. As long as the opening of the bucket was opened, the water would flow naturally.

It flows into the bamboo tube for filtration, and the filtered water naturally flows down into another bucket.

It’s really convenient. It looks like a mecha. “Chang’an, are you taking a disciple? Can you teach me carpentry?” Jiang Fengshou’s family is a blacksmith, but now he is deeply attracted by Jiang Changan’s carpentry skills and has begun to think about it.

He has changed careers. I wonder if his father will beat him to death if he finds out?

"I don't accept apprentices, but when I'm doing carpentry, you can come and take a look when you have time, and I can explain it to you." But it's none of her business whether she can learn it or not. After all, some people really don't have talent.

"Okay, okay, I'll go too, I'll go too. Chang'an, remember to call me next time you do carpentry."

The last thirteen students, except Shen Yujiao and a few of her best classmates, all said they wanted to learn carpentry from Jiang Changan.

Because the giant wheel monster car yesterday made the little classmates look so handsome, they also want to make that kind of practical pet-like tool.

Jiang Changan nodded in a funny way. The process of carpentry is boring and boring. After they see it, they believe that 70% of people will give up, and the remaining 20% ​​will not be able to learn it. Even those who have been able to learn it for ten or eight years will not be able to learn it well.

There is never a simple process in craftsmanship. Without determination, no matter how clever a person is, he is only half-full. Without practice, how can he produce a high-quality product?

It is much more difficult than reading. Most of the time, reading only requires brain power, while carpentry requires not only brain power, but also physical strength. Without a pair of calloused hands, you cannot be successful.

Jiang Changan's training was all in his previous life.

Everyone had lunch on the mountain. Master Song really took the students to make bird eggs, catch pheasants, and hares. In short, they taught some survival skills in the wild. It was difficult for an old man like Master Song to do this.

Jumping up and down with the students.

Mr. Song's physical strength is very good, but who knows how to hide his skills? Moreover, this is not the first time for group hunting.

Hunting is the favorite thing of almost all male students. Even nerds like Shen Shikang are particularly happy and yearned for it.

Of course, when I came back from hunting today's food, I had ready-made salt and a pot, so I stewed it in one pot.

Not to mention, the food cooked with gray salt seems to be more delicious. Everyone's mouths were full of oil after eating, even Mr. Song ate more.

After lunch, we continued to boil three pots of local salt, and each pot produced much more salt than gray salt, weighing three to four kilograms per pot.

"This, does it really matter if you eat it? This is soil, it will kill people, right?" There was a lot of salt, so Jiang Changan naturally gave one portion to all his classmates. Of course, it was only a few pounds, but at least it could

Keep vegetables for many days.

Salt is a precious thing. Farmers don't keep much of it. Those who are thrifty can eat a small handful of salt for half a month.

However, now they can also burn salt, and in the future they can go up the mountain with their parents to burn salt, thereby achieving the freedom of eating salt.

Of course, Shen Yujiao's family was rich, but she still didn't take this salt seriously. It wasn't until today that she realized that Yan looked like this?

I thought the salt at home was the same as that made by Jiang Changan. How precious could it be?

Of course, Shen Yujiao didn't want this salt very much, and more and more classmates were praising Jiang Changan, which made her very unhappy.

That said, I no longer have any scruples. How can I eat something made from soil? Even if the salt is fine and white, it might still be a stone?

During the disaster years in the village, I heard that people who were so hungry that they ate dirt all died, because dirt cannot be digested and whatever they eat remains in their intestines, and their intestines turn into dirt.

Is the salt made from soil the same? It’s just a different color.

Hearing Shen Yujiao's words, the originally cheerful classmates suddenly stopped expressing their emotions. Most of them are young, how much ability do they have to distinguish between right and wrong? Of course, they can follow the wind.

So everyone looked at Master Song suspiciously, right? Although it is soil, it has been made into salt, so how can it still eat dead people?

"Of course not. After cooking, the ingredients have changed. How are salt and soil the same? Rice is grown from shit. Do you still want to eat it? Don't want it? Then give it back to me."

As for the chemical composition, I won’t go into details. You won’t understand it anyway, and you will be scared crazy. Jiang Changan’s mouth is very quick and poisonous, and he has the demeanor of Li Shushen.

"Pfft! Hahaha. What should I do? You have to eat rice every day!" Zhang Zhuzhu smiled most gloatingly, as if he didn't eat.

Shen Yujiao is so aggrieved. I really want to rub salt into the wounds of these fools. Can you still laugh?

"Okay, okay, you are scholars, remember to be more elegant." Oh, Tongyanwuji, it's great to be young, at an age where you can talk shit as you please, Master Song suddenly felt old.

"Everyone packed up and went home from school." Today is another day of harvest and a day of sowing the seeds of wisdom, and there are also several students who have been naughty since childhood and have become diligent and eager to learn.

For example, Li Shushen and Shen Shikang were particularly obvious. I don't know whether they figured out their joints or suffered some stimulation, but they have finally gotten better. Master Song was very pleased.

However, it was still early and Jiang Changan didn't plan to go back yet, and she brought a bucket so she could take some other things home.

For example, "Sir, I'm going to take some saltpeter home. The weather is too hot and my parents are having a hard summer." In fact, she wanted to eat ice.

Master Song was shocked. Jiang Changan even knew about saltpeter. He had not used saltpeter since he came here, for fear of attracting others' attention, because generally only people in the upper class knew how to use saltpeter.

Because the quantity is not large, it is reserved for princes and ministers. However, there happens to be a large area in the mountain village called Baiji Mountain.

Jiang Changan must have read it in the classics. Master Song almost suspected Jiang Changan's identity, but she was still a villain, and the identity of the Jiang family was also clear.

But except for Li Shushen, other students obviously didn't know about saltpeter. "Chang'an, what is saltpeter?" Why was she the only one who knew more? If it didn't work, the opportunity would be taken by Jiang Changan.

After they go back, they should also read the extracurricular books, which are simply the best reference books for getting rich overnight.

"Yes, yes, what is saltpeter used for?" Is it a good medicine? Otherwise, why is it related to bitter summer?

"Well, those white stones over there are used to make ice with saltpeter." Jiang Changan pointed to another mountain. The villages on the mountain are really full of treasures.

However, when Jiang Changan mentioned the white stones on the nearby mountains, the classmates all shuddered and their expressions suddenly changed.

"You can't go. You can't go to places with white stones. It's a taboo place and you will be punished." Li Sanhe shouted. This was of course what his father, Li Shengun, said.

"That's right, my grandpa said that fires often spontaneously break out over there, and there are ghosts there." Only will-o'-the-wisps can light up on their own, right?

"There must be a ghost. Next door is a mass grave. People don't dare to set foot on the white stone ground, so they dump the corpses next to the white stone ground. When a fire breaks out, the wind blows and the corpses will burn with it. It's very scary!

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