He set up a large pot, poured half of the water into it, raised the flame, then poured more than a dozen kilograms of finely ground salt into it, and stirred it gently.

The fire is very small, and only some charcoal is added. The salt can be melted without burning the fire vigorously, so it saves a little.

After stirring for a while, the salt in the pot began to melt, and a little bit of fine sediment could be seen settling on the bottom of the pot.

Wang Yang called Shoucang over and asked him to add more salt to it.

It was constantly stirring and melting, and a lot of salt was added in a blink of an eye, and impurities such as sediment could be clearly seen at the bottom.

Shoucang was puzzled and asked Wang Yang why the mud didn't melt.

Wang Yang was speechless, how could the sediment melt? Are you still planning to drink sediment porridge?

Time passed bit by bit, and Wang Yang himself didn't know how many times he added salt. Anyway, the water in the pot was almost full, and it seemed a bit thick.

He stopped, took some bricks and made a circle around it, building it layer by layer. It looked a bit like a well. The spaces in the circle were empty, and there were many pots and jars placed there.

Each jar corresponds to a hole in the bottom of the barrel. Wang Yang put the barrel on top, and immediately an adult took out several thin drains made of fluff and plugged the holes in the bottom of the barrel.

Finally, pour the salt water from the pot into the wooden barrel.

I could see the filtered brine leaking out from the bottom of the barrel.

Wang Yang did not stop, continued to boil water, poured salt in and melted it.

After a while, the water in the wooden barrel was almost filtered.

Wang Yang took down the barrel and took out the drain. He saw that the drain was stained with yellow, yellow and black sand and some unknown dirt. It was disgusting to look at. If he ate too much, it would probably be a serious problem.

He asked someone to clean it, and then plugged the hole in the barrel again.

The clay pot was filled with a lot of clean salt water. Wang Yang took it out and set up a large pot. Pour the salt water directly into it, raise the fire, boil the water, and then let others stir it. Do not let the salt water evaporate.

Form into salt blocks.

At this time, the salt water in the first pot was almost melted, so it was put into a wooden barrel to filter.

It's just such three simple processes, nothing fancy at all, neither complex nor mysterious, and not as messy as the laboratory. It's simple and easy to learn.

It only requires a few people, a few burning materials, and filtering equipment.

If we were in modern times, the methods and means of purification would be much more particular, and it is no longer easy to do this now.

He taught everyone while letting them take over, gradually forming a very small purification assembly line, working at the same time. No time was wasted, and the efficiency was good.

Wang Yang was also happy with it.

Not long after, the third process, that is, the pot for boiling salt, steamed up. Several adults were shrouded in clouds and mist. It is estimated that they were hit by the hot steam, and there would be no mist.

idea.

"Woo!" One of the adults shouted to Wang Yang. Wang Yang quickly stopped what he was doing, handed it over to others, and ran over.

"What's wrong?"

The adult pointed to the thin layer of salt crystals that had formed on the side of the pot and told him that it was cooked.

Wang Yang's eyes lit up, and without thinking, he shoveled the salt crystals on the edge back into the pot.

The adult didn't understand very much. What was this? He finally boiled some of it and shoveled it into the pot again? Wasn't it going to melt again?

Wang Yang chuckled and said that he was not committing an evil act or being stupid, but adding formed salt when boiling salt would infect other salt water and accelerate the formation of salt crystals.

Of course, it would not make sense to explain this aspect of knowledge. He did not explain it, he just asked them to do it.

This pot of salt is forming faster and faster, and the water vapor is getting less and less. Finally, it all forms salt crystals. No, it shouldn't be said to be salt crystals, but white and tender coarse salt, like sand.

Looking at the pot of salt, Wang Yang suddenly became happy.

The quality of this pot of salt is very high. Ancient people in previous generations basically used sea salt to make it. Not only is the color not white, but it also has a lot of impurities. Eating too much of it is inherently bad.

The quality of this pot of salt is much better than that of the ancients. As long as it is ground finer and wrapped in a packaging bag, it can be sold in retail stores.

Of course, it should not pass modern salt standards.

The reason why he was able to produce salt with excellent appearance was not because of Wang Yang's clever methods, but because the salt was taken from the salt field and was relatively pure in nature.

After such an extraction, it will naturally be purer.

As the saying goes, if you have a high starting point and good talent, you can achieve great results without spending much effort.

Wang Yang called everyone over and told them not to eat unpurified salt from this salt, and then showed them the dirty plugs.

They came up and took a whiff, and immediately felt the stench rushing into their noses, making them sick to death.

Wang Yang put the bag of salt in a clean animal skin bag and put it in a dry granary to prevent it from getting damp.

At this point, the life of the tribe has calmed down and is very planned. Bricks are burned when they need to be burned, purified when needed, and houses are built when needed.

…

A month later, another large granary was built. The two granaries were connected together, separated only by a wall, and were covered with porcelain plates as a roof.

Yes, it was indeed a porcelain plate. After calcining it again and again, Wang Yang found that the white clay was indeed very suitable for making porcelain plates.

He also made a series of daily utensils such as dishes, making his little life enjoyable.

"Counting the time, the Expeditor and Xiaohong will be back."

On this day, the sun rises lazily into the sky, smiling as always.

Wang Yang smelled the aroma of barbecue while being confused, and immediately opened his eyes. What he saw were white tile ceilings.

Turning around, the walls are still white, and the house made of white bricks shines with the light of the sun, but in the early morning, there is the light of noon.

I got up, put on the tiger fur coat I had worn for several years, and found myself in this spacious and bright house.

This is a granary, not a house for everyone, nor a palace, but it is very beautiful, with a bit of a royal and aristocratic air.

There isn't that much wheat storage for the time being, so the red granary next to it is enough, and everyone naturally lives in this big, empty house.

Usually in the evening, people would set up pots outside, cook porridge and barbecue meat.

Sometimes we climb to the rooftop to have a barbecue and enjoy the starry night view while eating.

He stood up, took a clean white porcelain bowl, filled it with some salt, went to the river, dipped his hands in salt, and began to simply brush his teeth.

"Well, sooner or later the teeth have to be made, and it won't be comfortable to rub them with your fingers."

"Lululu~" He spat out the water and washed his face again.

A group of children came over with bowls and imitated him in brushing their teeth and washing their faces. However, a few children swallowed the wash water in one gulp, not knowing whether they were reluctant to part with the salt.

Wang Yang patted his head and pouted, helpless.

A child asked him: "Why do you need to brush your teeth with salt?"

Wang Yang said: "White teeth are very beautiful."

The child raised his mouth, showing his yellow teeth, took a photo on the river, and smiled: "Mine are very white."

Wang Yang retreated silently, he was really color blind.

When they arrived in front of the granary, everyone set up several bonfires, setting up pots to cook porridge and grilling steamed buns, meat and other items.

Looking at the steaming meat porridge, Wang Yang couldn't help but get greedy. In several pots, not all porridge was cooked, but also noodle soup and dumplings.

The former is entirely because Wang Yang likes to eat it, and the latter is because it is really delicious.

There is also a pot in which neither porridge nor pasta is cooked. Instead, a naughty child with an unknown name and extremely rich imagination boils some animal oil and then tears the steamed buns into strips.

Put it in and fry.

Wang Yang's outlook was really ruined and he had the urge to vomit blood, but let alone, the fried food was delicious, it was really good.

In fact, Wang Yang was quite worried, if some naughty kid mistook the hot oil for soup and drank it in one gulp...

Impossible! Absolutely impossible. You can’t say anything unlucky. “Bah, bah, bah!”

"Woo!" Seeing Wang Yang's arrival, everyone greeted him enthusiastically. He smiled, nodded, and said good morning.

He feels that his pronunciation is getting better and better now, and maybe when he is too old to move, he will be able to shout vaguely: "I really want to live another five hundred years."

After a while, plates of various kinds of food were placed on the floor, including fried steamed buns, fried meat, grilled meat, boiled meat, dumplings, porridge, and a series of other foods.

It can't be said to be exquisite, but the taste is indeed very good, the variety is rich, and it looks a bit modern.

What a pity. If only there was a table, some stools, and some chopsticks, it would be perfect.

No, you have to make a few bowls of soy milk and fry a few fried dough sticks.

Everyone didn't have any scruples. When they wanted to eat something, they just walked over gently, picked it up and ate. If they really wanted them to sit at the table and eat in a disciplined manner, they would not be happy eating.

After eating, everyone started to work, those who boiled salt and those who planted wheat fields.

As for the friends, they were doing the simplest thing, washing dishes.

Wang Yang had the most leisure time. He basically looked at the kiln, looked at the wheat field, then came back to look through the wheat in the warehouse, and finally climbed up to the roof to see if there would be two plumes of smoke rising in the distance.

I was really tired from watching, so I lay down on the roof and slept.

It was very hot in the afternoon, so Wang Yang often took off his tiger fur coat, hid in a cool house, and looked at the green scenery of the wheat fields through the bright door.

At this time, a friend ran in in panic, shook his body, and he lazily opened his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Woo!" The little friend's eyes were very excited, he pointed outside and said "oh" like the alpaca.
Chapter completed!