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Chapter 65 Wu Jing¡¯s Visit (Part 1)

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    The current production capacity is insufficient. Today, we have to work hard to make more than 100 or 200 kilograms of lard. Chen Wanrong woke up as soon as his genius dawned.  I sat up and was about to put on my clothes when I smelled an alluring aroma of oil in the air. It was strange. I smelled the oil and it jumped into my nose. Yes, it was lard.

    This time, Chen Wanrong became even more curious, wondering where the oil smell came from?  While he was questioning, he heard a slight sizzling sound. Chen Wanrong was very familiar with this sizzling sound. It was the sound of refining lard.  When I was a child, my family was poor and couldn't afford meat. When I was hungry, I would guard the stove. When my mother wasn't paying attention, I would grab the oil residue from the hot pot and run away. I would hide in a place where no one was around to taste it.

    The pleasure is even better than eating ten large pieces of braised pork!  Chen Wanrong will never forget this for the rest of his life. Chen Wanrong can distinguish the sound of refining lard with his eyes closed, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

    When he thought of refining lard, Chen Wanrong slapped his forehead, screamed, and hurriedly put on his clothes.  Chen Wanrong was so anxious that he didn't care about anything else. He picked up his pants, picked up his shoes, and rushed out disheveled, heading straight to the kitchen.

    Driving into the kitchen, Chen Wang was using a spatula to hold down the oil residue and refining the oil vigorously.  While refining the oil, she said cheerfully: "Old man, Wanrong is more considerate of your family than you. I buy so much oil that I don't know how long it will take. I won't be able to finish it in the next year. This lard is refined in a jar.  Once it's packed and sealed, it can be stored for a year or two, or even if you have to go to town to buy a few jars."

    Chen Laoshi was sitting in front of the stove, putting firewood in the stove hole and eating oil residue as happily as a greedy cat eating fresh fish. The corners of his mouth were covered with lard, which was greasy and glistened in the light of the fire.

    There was a big basket on the stove, which contained more than half of the oil residue, probably not more than a few dozen kilograms. Chen Laoshi stood up, grabbed a handful of oil residue from the basket, and ate it to himself, enjoying it very much and muttering from time to time.  One sentence: "It's fragrant and crispy. When you're done refining it, stir-fry the oily residue on a plate and have a few drinks."

    "How much did you drink so early in the morning?" Mrs. Chen Wang was a little unhappy.

    Chen Laoshi didn¡¯t take it seriously: ¡°I¡¯m not drinking alone, you also have a few drinks. This is the first time in your life that there are so many oily residues, how about not drinking a few drinks?¡±

    There was a large wooden barrel behind the stove, and the steam was rising. Chen Wanrong went up to take a look, and saw that most of the barrel of lard was still turning over oil flowers, and fine oil residue was floating on it.

    Lard is a raw material for making soap, but unexpectedly, it was refined for them to use as cooking oil. Chen Wanrong never expected it. He found it funny but also found it hard to laugh. He was stunned and then said: "Mom, stop refining."

    Chen Laoshi and his wife were so focused on refining oil that they didn¡¯t notice Chen Wanrong coming in. It wasn¡¯t until Chen Wanrong spoke that they realized that a smile suddenly appeared on their faces, and they were overjoyed.  Chen Laoshi chewed the oil residue and pointed to the basket: "Wan Rong, come and try it, it's so fresh, fragrant, crispy and delicious!"

    Chen Wanrong has tasted the taste of oil residue many times when he was a child. The oil residue just out of the pan is fragrant and crispy. It melts when you bite it. It tastes like shortbread and has a unique taste.  Another peculiarity is that the oil residue from the pot is very hot when you put it in your mouth. You can hear the sizzling sound, and your tongue is so hot that you can't even care.

    Seeing Chen Laoshi¡¯s intoxicated look, Chen Wanrong couldn¡¯t help but smile as he recalled the interesting story of eating oil residue when he was a child.  Now was not the time to laugh, and I couldn't laugh, so I had to say seriously: "Father, mother, I bought the lard to make soap, there is no need to refine it."

    When he came back yesterday, Chen Wanrong said that it was used to make soap. The two elders didn't believe that lard could be used to make soap, so the two couples discussed it last night and decided to get up very early today, refine the lard, and then find something to store it.  Get up and eat slowly. If you don¡¯t finish it this year, you can eat it next year.

    Chen Wanrong¡¯s words were beyond doubt. Chen Laoshi and his wife had no choice but to believe it, and were stunned for a moment.  Mrs. Chen Wang couldn't help but panic: "What should we do? We're already halfway through practicing! It's over now!"

    Chen Laoshi¡¯s face suddenly dropped, and he said angrily: ¡°It¡¯s all your idea. You don¡¯t have any good ideas, but you come up with such bad ideas!¡±

    This matter was Chen Wang¡¯s idea. Chen Wang felt that she was in the wrong and contradicted her with some lack of confidence: ¡°Then don¡¯t eat it. You eat the oil residue as food, and you still have the nerve to criticize me.¡±

    The smell of fire was strong, and an argument was about to start. Chen Wanrong hurriedly interrupted them and said: "Mom, just practice it. You can also make soap after refining it, which will save trouble. However, this will cost a lot of firewood,  It¡¯s not worth the effort.¡±

    As long as it can be used, it is more important than anything else. Chai He and Kung Fu didn't care. They breathed a sigh of relief and glared at each other.  Chen Laoshi was busy quenching the fire. Chen Wanrong took a look at the oil residue in the pot. He was only halfway through the refining and said: "Dad, don't back out. Finish the pot." Chen Laoshi put the refuted firewood away again.Enter the stove cave.  Chen Wang continued to refine oil.

    Chen Wanrong then came out of the kitchen, arranged his clothes, and filled a basin of hot water to wash his face.  After washing my face, I returned to the kitchen to help clean up.  A large basin was placed next to the cutting board. There were dozens of kilograms of chopped lard in the basin. It was the size of a wine glass and very even. Chen Wanrong asked: "Mom, did you cut this?"

    "I don't know what Chen Wanrong meant by asking. Chen Wang was afraid of making another mistake, so she couldn't handle it for a while and glanced at Chen Laoshi.  Chen Laoshi was a little embarrassed and said with a red face: "Wanrong, dad cut it. Your mother said she was refining oil and asked me to help cut it, so I cut some of it out, but there were still some that were left uncut."

    Chen Wanrong praised: "Dad, you cut it really well, evenly sized. I'll cut it too."

    I thought Chen Wanrong was going to complain, but he didn't expect to receive a lot of praise. Chen Laoshi's embarrassment disappeared, replaced by a look of pride and false humility: "What's the matter? Dad treats it like a piece of wood."  Yes, so many cuts were made without any adjustment."

    Mrs. Chen Wang was more attentive and asked: "Wanrong, what else are you going to do if you don't refining oil anymore?"

    "Mom, it's easier to cook if you cut it. Mom, think about it, it's inconvenient to put the whole fan of lard in the pot to cook, but it's much more convenient to cut it into small pieces." Chen Wanrong knew that she had no knowledge of chemistry,  It was difficult to understand for a moment, so I patiently explained it to her.

    You can make soap with or without cutting it, it is more convenient if it is cut.  After all, this is the most primitive manual operation. It is not produced by machines in modern society, so convenience is even more important.

    Mrs. Chen Wang immediately assigned the task: "Old man, what are you still doing? Quickly help with the cutting."

    This makes sense. Chen Laoshi had no reason not to listen. He wiped his greasy mouth across his sleeves, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Wan Rong, just leave it alone, dad will come!"

    "Dad, just rest, I'll come." Chen Wanrong held the kitchen knife and began to cut the lard.

    Chen Laoshi touched his forehead and thought for a while, then said: "Wanrong, let's cut it together." Without waiting for Chen Wanrong to speak, he turned around and entered the room on the left. When he came out, he had a handful of bright knives in his hand.  An axe, and a thick piece of wood in his left hand.

    Chen Laoshi came to the kitchen and took a look. The space was limited and there was no room for it.  He turned around and went to the main room, put the board on the table, and put down the ax.  He moved a piece of pork suet, placed it on the wooden board, picked up the ax and chopped it down.  He was very good with the axe. One ax after another, he chopped more and more lard of even size.

    After Chen Wang finished refining the pot, he poured the oil into the wooden barrel, and then cooked the food.  By the time she finished the meal, Chen Wanrong and Chen Laoshi had already finished cutting the lard.  Chen Wanrong had to admire Chen Laoshi's skill with an axe. He cut much more lard than he could.

    "Wanrong, old man, it's time to eat." Chen Wang brought the food to the table and urged: "Eat quickly, it's been such a long day, and if you don't eat, you will lose your lunch."

    Chen Wanrong was not in a hurry to eat. Instead, he put the cut lard in a wooden barrel, added some water until the water completely submerged the lard, and then sprinkled almost a pound of soda ash into it.

    After finishing this work, Chen Wanrong picked up an earthen pot and scooped out the refined lard into an earthen pot, saving it for cooking.  Then he took a few cups of well water, poured it into the oil drum, and stirred it evenly with a stick.

    The principle of using lard to make soap is the same as using leather wastewater to make soap, but the operation process is very different. Chen Laoshi and his wife couldn't understand why, their eyes widened, and they asked in confusion: "Wanrong, you are like this  What to do? Why do we need to add water? Why do we need to soak it in water? And why do we need to add soda ash?"

    Questions were thrown out one after another, as confused as a child trapped in a maze.

    Before Chen Wanrong could explain, Chen Wang touched Chen Laoshi, pointed at the bucket and said eagerly: "Old man, look, why has the oil become muddy?"

    Chen Laoshi took a look and saw that the lard was originally very clear. Chen Wanrong just added a few buckets of well water, but it suddenly became turbid.  If the temperature drops, the oil will condense into lumps, and the barrel will continue to steam and be very hot, and there will be precipitation. This is the first time that Chen Laoshi and his wife have encountered this in their lives, and they are not surprised at all.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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