Chapter 118: Drying, Windmill, Grinding, and Crushing Rice
On May 23, there were still twenty-four grains. Now on the third day of June, one grain has been added every three and a half days, leaving a total of twenty-seven grains. However, as soon as the fields were planted, half a grain was lost in an instant.
After the fourth batch of transplants was completed, Chen Yu counted the grains of inspiration in his mind. They were scattered and sparse, with only fourteen left.
This means that he used a total of thirteen pieces of inspiration for this round of transplantation!
Almost more than the previous three times combined!
But there was nothing he could do. The medicinal field had expanded a lot, and it was no longer that small and cramped area. Although it was still inferior to Yamada, based on the previous proportion, this number was still within his expectation.
Not considered excessive.
When it comes to details, there are actually not many spiritual uses for grain and medicinal seeds. On the contrary, Yuanling Root and Lanting Divine Fruit are the real big eaters of spiritual energy, while Runchangcao and Qinglinggen are not as good as them.
Time passed slowly. After the medicinal fields were planted, Chen Yu was waiting in the courtyard, sitting on the stone pier, rummaging around from time to time.
There is no mat for drying spring millet, so when changing the surface to dry, you should not move too much to avoid losing too many seeds.
The sun was not shining brightly in the morning, and until afternoon, he spread out the grains for drying and put them aside. He held a stick in his hand and prepared to beat and thresh the grains.
There are a lot of steps, but fortunately the spring millet is not too much, so it took more than half an hour to finish.
At this moment, in addition to the millet, there were also a lot of debris and grass blades scattered on the drying mat. Chen Yu didn't care. He would use the windmill to spin two wheels later, which could remove a lot of these debris.
Bang bang!
After the last handful was beaten clean, he threw the remaining dry yellow straw aside and bundled it into a pile, then lifted a bunch with one hand and placed it outside the yard.
These hays can be used later, whether they are used to build shacks or as firewood, they are of great use.
Roll up the drying mat, fold it on both sides, and repeat it several times until the millet inside is piled up into a ball. Then use a spatula to shovel it into the king bucket and pack it. In the past, the Taoist temple still had several Taoist fields, and it could be used when the population was prosperous.
It is self-produced and self-sufficient, so there is no need to go down the mountain to purchase. Although most of the farmland is now abandoned, with only half an acre left hanging outside the courtyard, there are many utensils for farming, such as seven or eight king barrels used to hold grain.
It was a bit rotten, but he still picked four usable ones and put them down. After pouring a full bucket of millet into the mouth of the windmill urn, what was left was enough for four wooden buckets.
Chen Yu expected to harvest about one hundred and seventy-eight dollars, and now it seems that it is indeed the case. This little more than one minute of medicinal field is no less than the half-acre of land on the mountain.
In addition to accelerating ripening, the spiritual liquid may also have the effect of increasing the yield. Of course, it may also be the characteristics of the spring millet itself. It is impossible to say for sure.
Anyway it's a good thing.
Shopping, shopping and eating——
Shake the windmill made of red pine, and the breeze blows out from the open mouth, bringing out a large amount of dust and broken leaves. The side opening near the open mouth on the other side also spits out a lot of broken roots, stems and leaves.
As for the millet, it is sifted out from the lower opening of the hand crank.
He reached up to the top and stirred. Seeing that there was not much rice, he pinned the wooden board with a click and blocked the wind wheel.
Lifting the king bucket filled with millet on the side, he poured it into the material mouth. Repeatedly, a hundred kilograms of grain were soon sorted out.
In the end, I only got three and a half buckets of millet.
As for the other half bucket of grass leaves, he dumped them in the chicken shed and let Brother Chicken pick and peck at them.
After cleaning the drying basket, especially the dust on it, Chen Yu moved the bucket with the millet in front of his feet. He took a spoon in his hand and poured some onto the sieve, then shook it back and forth, occasionally shaking his wrist to prevent the millet grains from shaking out.
go outside.
Wow!
It's like big and small jade beads falling, the sound is soft and clear.
The plump but small millet fell into the bucket through the gaps in the sieve, and what was left was the dregs that luckily escaped being cleared by the windmill.
This is still a selection process.
After sorting out the dregs and throwing them into the chicken shed, the visible millet in the king bucket was much shorter. Only three buckets looked like they were in their prime.
The selection is barely complete at this point, and then it needs to be further dried. After it is golden, start pounding and shelling the rice.
However, during that step, a rich and attractive fragrance may bloom, so the fawn must be watched carefully and guarded to avoid causing trouble for him.
The windmill was packed, the sieves were sifted, the dustpan was gathered, and the sun washer was left open in the yard.
Millet rice is spread out on top.
Compared with the morning, the spring millet without the grass stalks and long leaves did not occupy much space, so I chose a non-touching place in the yard to dry it.
They can't get close to the pine trees.
The courtyard door was closed tightly, and Chen Yu came to the stone platform where he often sat cross-legged to meditate quietly and wait.
In the evening, the rice grains were much dry and not as round as before. He pinched two grains, and the fragrant aroma lingered in his nose. It was not weakened by the lack of moisture, but became more mellow.
It's like making wine.
Put it away, shovel it into a wooden barrel, seal it and install it. It still needs to be dried for a while before it can be peeled off.
In the blink of an eye, four days passed.
On the seventh day of June, the sun finally shines.
Chen Yu covered his eyebrows and looked into the distance, with a smile like an old farmer's face. He hurriedly poured the millet that had been hidden for two days on the drying mat.
In fact, God has taken good care of it. The sun was shining brightly on the second and third days of threshing, but perhaps the spring millet nourished by the spiritual liquid absorbed too much water, and the grains were too plump and plump.
During the half day of threshing, the dryness was not as expected.
We could only go back, but unexpectedly it happened to rain. Although it was not heavy, it still blocked the drying. Fortunately, it stopped in time, and only some clouds appeared the next day, and the rain did not continue.
By now the sky was clear again.
It dried like this for most of the day. When evening came, he picked up a handful of millet, squeezed it, and finally let out a breath.
That’s it.
The yellow-skinned millet produced by this soil and water is different from the millet produced in the previous life, and the difference lies in the drying.
After a lot of work, I carried a load of millet to the place where the stone mill was placed.
Close to the ancient well and located in the inner courtyard.
He had said long ago that his strength would have to be used on this sooner or later, and sure enough, he did.
Although the method of crushing and escaping is primitive, Chen Yu is different from ordinary people, and even ordinary warriors cannot compare with him.
The strength of warriors is actually not much greater than that of ordinary people. It depends more on strength and fighting skills, such as force generation and resistance ability, etc.
However, Chen Yu is different. His body has undergone various changes under the nourishment of spiritual liquid, and his Qi and blood are majestic. Now it is supported by Yuan blood, and it can almost be externalized and solidified.
This kind of thing is very easy for him.
After polishing it for a few times, the fragrance was so strong that it seemed as if the fragrance would float ten miles away, rippling in the courtyard and lingering for a long time.
But when he looked again, he realized that after drying, there were only three barrels of millet, which had shrunk again and became a little more than two barrels.
After grabbing a handful, the golden rice grains were scattered in his hands. Chen Yu shook his head, it was not enough. There were still a lot of shells, and further grinding was needed.
The stone mill can grind most of it, but there are still many rice grains that cannot take off their shells.
I took the prepared stone mortar. It was green and black, and the palm of my hand felt very smooth. It looked like an old thing that had been used for more than ten years. There was no craftsmanship in pounding rice, and there was not much skill to speak of. It was different from pushing the stone just now.
Grinding is almost the same, all it depends on is strength.
Pound the rice grains into the stone mortar with a long wooden stick, like pounding medicine to shell the rice grains. Although there is no guarantee that all the millet will be shelled successfully, it is enough. Even farmers at the foot of the mountain rarely use the stone mill and the stone mortar together.
, most of them only choose one, and the result is thick rice.
If the two processes are carried out together, it will be much finer. If it is rice, it will look so white and pleasing to the eye. It is called polished rice, which means that only noble people can afford it.
Yellow-skinned millet does not have this name. Whether it is completely shelled or not, it is always yellow, and it is difficult for ordinary people to tell the difference with the naked eye.
Chen Yu is not a nobleman, but in order to make it taste sweeter in the future, he uses both processes and poundes it very carefully.
As time goes by, the aroma gradually fades away.
Outside the courtyard, the deer have not been here these days, otherwise they would have been calling non-stop.
After pounding the rice, sift it again to separate the shells and fine rice grains.
After going through many processes, the two barrels of golden millet rice are now finished and ready to be eaten.
Carry it into the kitchen.
Although the original rice vat was also filled with millet, it was white-skinned millet, and the rice grains were harder and slender. The two tasted almost the same, so he poured it directly into it and mixed it together.
After flipping through it twice, he saw that it was white and dotted with golden bits, and it was fragrant. It reminded him of the egg fried rice in his memory.