The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 16

"Well, it's fine, there's no need to light the fire anymore." Han Qianluo said.

When Han Sanwei heard this, he quickly stood up and approached Han Qianluo, staring straight at the caramel that had been prepared in the Litao cauldron.Han Qianluo looked at him, put caramel in a bowl and handed it to Han Sanwei, saying, "I just gave you some to eat, Sanjie didn't lie to you."

Han Sanwei took the bowl and couldn't wait to start eating it, but it was just out of the pan, and it was still steaming, so of course, Han Sanwei was scalded and let out an "ow".

"Eat slowly, and no one will grab you." Han Qianluo couldn't help but said.

"Third sister, it's really sugar." Han Sanwei said in surprise, his eyes lit up with excitement, and then he couldn't wait to carry it out, and then Han Qianluo heard him talking to Han Shui'er and Han Qingquan again, "Big Brother, Second Sister, look, this is caramel made by Third Sister."

Then Han Qianluo heard the second sister say: "Give me a taste." Then after a while, he said: "I didn't expect it to be really good." There was some faint excitement that could not be suppressed in his tone.

Han Qianluo heard their excited voices. Although she knew that caramel candy could be made, in her opinion, there was nothing to be happy about, but hearing their excited voices, for some reason, Han Qianluo couldn't help it. There is a trace of happiness.

Since cooking caramel wasted a lot of time, Han Qianluo hurriedly cleaned the pottery pot, filled it with water and put it in the pottery retort to start preparing dinner.

At this time, Han Shuier came in from the outside, holding some wild vegetables in his hand, which were to be eaten tonight.Han Shui'er found a basin and began to wash the wild vegetables, and at the same time said to Han Qianluo who was kneading noodles to make steamed buns: "Xiao Luo, how much grain did you use for that bowl of maltose?"

"Almost that much yellow rice."

Han Shui'er pondered for a while, and the movements of his hands began to slow down, as if he was thinking about something.Han Qianluo asked casually, "Sister, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about the price of grain. Now a stone of yellow rice costs [-] Wen. If it's sold as caramel, it might not be very cost-effective, right?"

Han Qianluo was shocked when he heard this. A stone of small yellow rice costs 120 Wen, a stone is only 250 catties, and a catty is only [-] grams. In fact, it is only [-] kilograms for later generations.Han Qianluo did some calculations, and found that a catty is about ten cents, so it seems that it is not very cost-effective to sell it as caramel.

"Sister, why is the food price so expensive?" Han Qianluo couldn't help asking.

"There were wars in the past few years, and no one cultivated the land. Naturally, the price of grain was expensive. In the past few years, it was even more expensive. A stone of grain sold for [-] Wen." Han Shuier paused and continued, "I heard If there is no war, when the food price is the cheapest, you can buy a stone of small yellow rice for only a dozen yuan."

Han Qianluo was taken aback when he heard this. Although he could understand the rise in food prices during the war, the increase was too large. The difference between more than a dozen Wen and tens of thousands of Wen is really indescribable. It's not big, it's amazing, Han Qianluo was a little frightened.

"It seems that we can't make maltose and sell it. It's really not worth it," Han Qianluo said. Making caramel from grain is not as cost-effective as selling grain directly, and it is more convenient.

Han Qianluo put the prepared steamed buns into the clay pot, and then started to heat the steamed buns.Han Shui'er had already cleaned the wild vegetables, but he didn't go out. He stood still and said, "It's not worth it. I can only make some for Sanwei."

Han Qianluo was thinking while lighting the fire. It seems that he still doesn't know enough about this era to cause such a change. It seems that he should learn more. He should go shopping after selling the wild vegetables tomorrow.

When eating at night, there were still black steamed buns, and wild vegetables were boiled in clear water. Looking at these things, although Han Qianluo was hungry, Han Qianluo had no appetite at all, but he still managed to pick it up and eat it.

"Xiao Luo, why don't you have an appetite?" Han Qingquan asked with concern.

Han Qianluo came back to his senses, knowing that he had caused them to worry, so he raised a smile and said, "No, I was just thinking about something."

"What are you thinking about, so lost in thought?" Han Shui'er continued to ask.

"I'm thinking of ordering an iron cauldron." In fact, Han Qianluo wanted to make an iron pot, but at this time there is no such thing as a pot. almost the same.

Not only Han Shui'er didn't understand Han Qianluo's thoughts, but Han Qingquan also didn't understand, and asked a little puzzled: "Isn't the cauldron at home still in good condition? Why do I have to make an iron cauldron? I have never heard of it. There is a cauldron made of iron."

Han Qianluo didn't know how to answer this question at once, and he was stunned for a while before he came up with a reason: "I think the cauldron made of pottery is not strong, and it will be broken easily, and it is better to make it stronger when it falls to the ground." It won't break either."

"But iron is too expensive, we may not be able to afford it now." Han Shui'er interjected.

"It's just a cauldron. We've been selling wild vegetables for so long, so we should be able to afford them." Han Qianluo said, isn't she trying so hard to make money because she wants to improve the quality of life at home? If she can't bear anything, then The idea that she's working so hard to make money doesn't make much sense.

Han Shuier wanted to say something more, but Han Qingquan who was sitting on the main seat said, "It's fine, anyway, you earned the money yourself, you can do it yourself, as long as you don't waste it .”

"Thank you brother." Han Qianluo said happily.

"Brother!" Han Shuier said with some dissatisfaction.

Han Qingquan glanced at her indifferently, and said unhurriedly: "Xiao Luo is right, the kettle made of iron must be more durable, and it must last longer, after all, you get what you pay for." , nothing bad."

Since Han Qingquan said so, even if Han Shui'er disagreed, there was nothing he could do, and the matter was settled like this.

The next morning, after Han Qianluo sold the wild vegetables, she planned to go to the blacksmith shop to order a cauldron, or a pot, but she walked around the market, but she never saw a blacksmith shop. Iron products are not prosperous yet, but it should not be that there is not even a shop.

"Girl, what are you looking for? How many times have you turned around?" A fat middle-aged aunt next to her asked with a smile.

Han Qianluo thought that maybe he could ask other people, so he said, "Auntie, do you know where there is a blacksmith's shop?"

"So it's for making ironware. That kind of shop isn't here, it's over there." The fat lady pointed in one direction as she said.

Han Qianluo looked in the direction of her finger. It was the most remote and corner of the market, and it was easily overlooked.

"Auntie, thank you." Han Qianluo thanked, and then walked towards the direction where the fat aunt pointed.

The entire market is a large square, and then divided into nine small grids like a nine-square grid, and the location of the blacksmith's shop is in an inner corner near the city wall, because the city wall has just been repaired there , so most people would avoid it, and Han Qianluo hadn't been to that place before.

Before Han Qianluo reached the blacksmith's shop, he heard the sound of tinkling, apparently forging iron.Han Qianluo turned a corner and saw two blacksmith shops side by side with similar names. One was called Zhangji Iron Shop and the other was called Xiao Zhangji Iron Shop. Han Qianluo couldn't help laughing.

"Girl, what do you want to buy?" A swarthy man in Zhang Ji's iron shop asked hastily.

Han Qianluo looked at the whole blacksmith's shop calmly. There were several finished products at the door, and other semi-finished products in the room. There was also an iron burner, which was a common blacksmith's shop.

"I want to order something, I wonder if you can do it here?" Han Qianluo asked.

"What do you want to order?"

"I want to make a cauldron, but it may be a little different from ordinary cauldrons."

This big man is obviously a simple and straightforward man, with all expressions on his face, he looked a little puzzled, but he didn't ask anything, just said: "What do you want to look like?"

Although the current cauldron is a bit like the pot of the future, it is all round bottom, but the mouth on the top is indeed convergent, a bit like the rim of the jar, and there are two ears on both sides for easy lifting.

"I want to make a cauldron with a flat top, like this." Han Qianluo gestured to the appearance of the pots of later generations while speaking.

This big man's comprehension ability doesn't seem to be very good, and he still looks puzzled after watching Han Qianluo's gestures.Han Qianluo just wanted to continue making gestures, but unexpectedly, the big man turned his head and shouted loudly at the small Zhangji iron shop next to him, "Xiaoyong, come here."

Soon, a big man came from a nearby shop. He looked very similar to this man, probably two brothers.This person also proved Han Qianluo's conjecture.

"Brother, what's the matter?"

"This girl wants to order a special kettle. I don't understand."

Then Han Qianluo gestured to the younger brother of the big man again. Obviously, although they are two brothers, they look alike, but their IQs are indeed not at the same level. I understood, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, girl, the thing you want will definitely be made for you."

"How convenient is the price?" Han Qianluo asked, and the price must be negotiated before everything can be done.

The big man's younger brother stretched out three fingers, and Han Qianluo asked preconditionally, "Thirty Wen?"

(End of this chapter)