The current production capacity is insufficient. I have to work hard to make more than 100,200 kilograms of lard today. Chen Wanrong woke up as soon as he lit up. He sat up and was about to put on his clothes, but he smelled the air with an attractive smell of oil. It was very strange. He sniffed the aroma of oil into the nose tube. Yes, it was lard.

Chen Wanrong became even more curious, thinking where the fragrance of oil came from? As he was asking, he heard a slight sizzling sound. Chen Wanrong was very familiar with this sizzling sound. It was the sound of lard refining. When he was a child, his family was poor and could not afford to eat meat. When he was greedy, he would go to guard the stove. He grabbed the oil residue from the pot when his mother was not paying attention and ran away, hiding in a place where no one could taste it beautifully.

The pleasure is even more beautiful than eating ten pieces of braised pork! Chen Wanrong will never forget this in his life. Chen Wanrong can tell the sound of lard and close his eyes and will never make any mistakes.

When Chen Wanrong thought of refining lard, he slapped his forehead, screaming badly, and he rushed to put his clothes on his body. In a hurry, Chen Wanrong didn't care about anything else, carried his pants, tilted his shoes, and his clothes were disheveled, so he rushed out and headed straight to the stove.

He plunged into the stove and saw Chen Wangshi pressing the oil residue with a spatula to refine the oil. While refining the oil, she said happily: "Old man, Wanrong is better than your Gu family. I don't know how long it takes to buy so much oil. I can't finish it until the next year. After refining, the lard is filled with a jar. After sealing, it can be kept for two years. Even if I go to the town to buy a few jars."

Chen Laoshi sat in front of the stove while putting firewood into the stove hole and eating oil residue. He was as happy as a greedy cat eating fresh fish. His mouth was covered with lard, greasy, and shining under the reflection of the fire.

There was a big basket on the stove, which contained most of the baskets of oil residue. I was afraid that it would be dozens of kilograms. Chen Laoshi stood up, grabbed a handful of oil residue from the basket, and ate it on his own. He enjoyed it very much, and muttered from time to time: "It's fragrant and crispy. When you finish refining, fry a plate of oil residue and drink a few more cups."

"What wine do you drink early in the morning?" Chen Wangshi was a little unhappy.

Chen Houshi didn't take it seriously: "It's not me who drinks it alone, you can drink a few cups. For the first time in this life, I have so much oil residue. Can you not drink a few cups?"

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

Lard is the raw material for making soap, but unexpectedly it was refined as cooking oil for them. Chen Wanrong could not imagine that it was both funny and a little unhappy. He was stunned and then said, "Mom, don't practice it anymore."

Chen and his wife were too focused on oil refining and did not notice that Chen Wanrong came in. It was not until Chen Wanrong spoke that she realized that her smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she was overjoyed. Chen Chen chewed the oil residue and pointed at the basket: "Wanrong, come and taste it, but it's fresh, fragrant and crispy, and delicious!"

Chen Wanrong tasted the oil residue when he was a child. The oil residue that had just been out of the pot was fragrant and crispy, and it melted with a slight bite in the mouth, like a crispy cake, and it tasted unique. There was also a peculiar point, that was, the oil residue that had just been started was very high, and you could hear a sizzling sound when put in your mouth, and your tongue was so hot that it hurt.

Seeing Chen Laoshi's intoxicating look, Chen Wanrong couldn't help but smile when he remembered the funny thing about stealing oil residue when he was a child. Now is not the time to laugh, and he can't laugh, so he had to say seriously: "Dad, mom, I bought lard to make soap, so I don't need to refine it."

When Chen Wanrong came back yesterday, he said that this was used to make soap. The two elders didn’t believe that lard could be made soap. So they discussed last night and decided to get up early today, refine the lard, and then find some things to put them in and eat them slowly. If you can’t finish it this year, you will eat it next year.

Chen Wanrong's words were unquestionable. Chen Hushi and his wife had to believe it and were stunned for a moment. Chen Wangshi couldn't help but panic: "What should I do? I've been half refined! Now it's over!"

Chen Zhen's face suddenly fell down and said angrily: "It's all your ideas. If you don't have any good ideas, just come up with such bad ideas!"

This is the idea of ​​Chen Wang. Chen Wang felt that he was inappropriate and had some confidence in his confrontation: "Then don't eat it. Eat the oil residue as rice, and you're so embarrassed to say to me."

The fire was full of smell and was about to get into a dispute. Chen Wanrong hurriedly distracted them and said, "Mom, just practice it. You can make soap after practicing it, which will save you more trouble. However, it takes a lot of firewood and effort, and it is not cost-effective."

As long as it can be used, the two elders of Chaihe and Kung Fu didn't care. They breathed a long sigh and glared at each other. Chen Laoshi was busy annealing. Chen Wanrong looked at the oil scale in the pot and only half refined it, saying, "Dad, don't retreat, finish the pot." Chen Laoshi put the retired firewood into the stove cave again. Chen Wangshi continued to refine oil.

Chen Wanrong then left the stove, tidied up his clothes, washed his face with a basin of hot water, washed his face, and returned to the stove to help clean it up. A large basin was placed beside the cutting board, and dozens of kilograms of cut lard were filled in the basin. The size of the wine glass was very even. Chen Wanrong asked, "Mom, did you cut this?"

It was not clear what Chen Wanrong was trying to ask about this. Chen Wangshi was afraid that he would make a mistake again, so he looked at Chen Laoshi. Chen Laoshi was a little embarrassed and said with a blushing face: "Wanrong, it was cut by his father. Your mother said she wanted to refine oil and asked me to help cut it. I cut some out, and some were still not cut."

Chen Wanrong praised: "Dad, you cut it so well, even in size. I'll cut it too."

He thought Chen Wanrong was going to complain, but unexpectedly he received a lot of praise. Chen Laoshi looked shy and replaced him with a look of pride and a fake humility: "What's the matter? My father cut it as a wooden worker, and he cut it so much without any trouble."

Chen Wangshi's heart became much more meticulous and asked, "Wanrong, why are you doing if you don't refine oil?"

"Mom, it's easier to cut. Mom, you think, it's not convenient to put the whole lard in the pan and cook it, and it's much easier to cut it into small pieces." Chen Wanrong knew that she had no chemistry knowledge and was difficult to understand for a while, so he patiently explained it to her.

You can make soap when cutting or not, and it is easier to cut. After all, this is the most primitive manual operation, and it is not produced by machines in modern society. Convenience seems more important.

Chen Wangshi immediately assigned him: "Old man, why are you still standing there? Please help me cut it."

This made sense. Chen Houshi had no reason not to listen. He crossed his sleeve and wiped his greasy mouth, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Wanrong, let it go, dad!"

"Dad, you rest, I'll do it." Chen Wanrong held the kitchen knife and began to cut lard.

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

Chen Laoshi came to the stove and saw that the ground was limited and he couldn't put it down. He turned around and went to the main hall, put the wooden board on the table, and put the axe down. He moved a piece of pork oil, placed it on the wooden board, and chopped it down. His axe was good at chopping it down one axe after another, and the lard of uniform size became more and more.

After Chen Wang finished refining the pot, he scooped the oil into the wooden barrel containing the oil, and then cooked the food. When she finished the meal, Chen Wanrong and Chen Laoshi had already cut the lard. Chen Wanrong had to admire Chen Laoshi's axe skills. He cut a lot more lard than he did.

"Wanrong, old man, it's time to eat." Chen Wang brought the food to the table and urged him: "Eat quickly, it's already this great thing. If you don't eat it, you'll get noon."

Chen Wanrong did not rush to eat, but put the cut lard in a wooden bucket and added some water until the water immersed the lard, and then sprinkled almost a pound of soda ash into it.

After finishing this, Chen Wanrong picked up a clay pot and scooped a clay pot with the refined lard, and kept it for cooking. Then he picked up a few cups of well water, poured it into the oil bucket, and stir it evenly with a stick.

The principle of making soap with lard is the same as making soap with leather wastewater, but the operation process is very different. Chen and Lao Shi and his wife couldn't see it clearly, so they stared at the boss and asked in confusion: "Wanrong, what are you doing? Why do you need to add water? Why do you need to soak it in water? And add soda ash?"

One question after another is thrown out, as confused as a child trapped in a maze.

Before Chen Wanrong could explain, Chen Wang touched Chen Laoshi and pointed to the bucket and said anxiously: "Old man, look, why has the oil become muddy?"
Chapter completed!