Traveling through ancient times and taking space to farm

"Shu Li, come over and write something for me." The old man returned home and saw a bowl of acorn noodles left for him on the table, so he continued to eat.

"Second girl, come here and tell grandpa how to deal with these acorns."

When the old man shouted, the busy people came to the yard again

"I went to the village chief's house and told him about the edible acorns. I agreed with him to tell the village about it and asked him to report it to the county.

Now he has convened a meeting with the villagers and plans to go to the mountains to pick acorns tomorrow." The old man explained after finishing the noodles in several bites.

"Er girl, grandpa told the village about edible acorns without your consent. It's grandpa's fault.

Grandpa saw that the old and young men in the village were suffering too much! The bankers were not yet mature, so they looked for wild vegetables all day long to satisfy their hunger.

But after all, wild vegetables are not food. If you eat them, your face will look like vegetables.

If you eat acorn noodles for a while, I believe it will be much better next year.

If there is no more food to eat, some families will have to sell their children.

With acorns, people will no longer starve to death." After finishing speaking, the old man sighed again. "Hey! Farmers are in trouble!"

"Sir, what are you talking about? I am your granddaughter and a member of the village! I am very happy to be able to do something for them.

When I was going down the mountain, I met the second aunt in the east courtyard and told her about edible acorns, and told her to come to grandma to learn how to make them!" Han Yun looked at Mrs. Wang with a guilty conscience.

"Well, good boy. You did the right thing. We will help you as much as we can, but we don't want to help the poor.

You can't give blindly, you must understand the principle of rice's kindness and rice's enmity.

Second girl, tell grandpa what to do with these acorns and ask your uncle to write them and send them to the village chief. He will send them to the county government tomorrow morning."

"Is Third Madam at home? I'm here to teach you how to handle acorns." The voice of Mr. Qin from the east courtyard sounded outside the door.

"Come in, come in, the door is unlocked. We are talking, come and listen together." The old lady quickly let people in.

"Hey, Third Madam, I'm here to trouble you." Ms. Qin was usually busy looking for food to eat and had no time to chat and gossip with her neighbors, so she seemed a little embarrassed.

"Daughter-in-law of the forest, please sit down for a moment, we are talking, you should also listen together." Mrs. Wang enthusiastically pulled Mrs. Qin to sit at the table.

Seeing that everyone was waiting for her, Han Yun took a few acorns from Qin's basket as a demonstration and explained the process of making acorn noodles.

"The acorns must be soaked, otherwise the bitterness will not be removed.

Just boil the water, and don't reheat the acorns after they are put into the pot, otherwise it will be difficult to grind the acorns once they are cooked." Han Yun was afraid that Mr. Qin wouldn't remember it, so she reminded her again.

"If we had discovered that acorn processing was so easy, we wouldn't have had to starve to death so many people. Alas! It's all lives!" After hearing this, the old man sighed again.

Mr. Qin said goodbye after learning and went home to make acorn noodles.

Zhang Shuli also recorded the method and sent it to the village chief when the ink was dry. "This ink is so bad that it falls off when it dries."

Han Yun took a look and then sniffed, and saw that her uncle's handwriting was good, but the ink was really not that good.

The color is not good, there is a peculiar smell, and the consistency is obviously not good.

In this way, when writing, the contact feeling between the ink and the paper is insufficient, the adhesion is not enough, the color fades when touched, and there are small particles of dust.

"Uncle, are all the inks today like this?" Han Yun had seen a process of making smoke ink and remembered it. She believed that she could succeed if she tried a few more times.

"There are better ones, but they are too expensive. Ordinary ink costs one tael of silver per piece, but this poor ink only costs 500 taels of silver." Zhang Shuli said helplessly.

"Uncle, I have a method for making ink. Do you want to try it yourself?

If it succeeds, you and Yun Zeyong won't feel so distressed in the future." Han Yun saw the business opportunities and seduced Zhang Shuli.

You must know that a good piece of ink is to a literati like a famous general loves a BMW or a beautiful woman loves rouge.