Chapter 68. Salt
The reason why this child has been so keen on buying coarse salt in recent days has finally become clear. Every time we go to town, he buys several pounds, and no matter what we say, he sticks to his plan—as it turns out, he always had his own ideas.
"Dad, you’ll need a sieve, a small iron hammer, charcoal, a wooden bucket, a funnel, burlap, an iron pot, and a stone mill," Hua Chengtian said.
The tools needed for purifying salt were carefully contemplated over these days, and Hua Yunxiang blurted them out almost without thinking.
We have all these at home, and even if we don’t, we can piece them together from the items in the storage space.
The only thing that needs to be made is a funnel-shaped wooden frame, and since the weather is turning cold, we have stored up a lot of charcoal.
This wasn’t difficult for Hua Chengtian, and in no time, he had made one.
While the three men were preparing, the mother and daughter-in-law in the household, busy with boiling medicine, watched the two men and the child at home messing around with bewilderment.
When the old man brought out all the coarse salt at home, Granny Hua couldn’t help but ask.
"Old man, why are you rummaging through everything and using so much salt?" Granny Hua blocked Old Man Hua with a stance that he couldn’t take the salt unless he explained clearly.
"To purify it," Old Man Hua hurriedly replied, eager to flash past his wife with the salt and into the courtyard. Following his granddaughter’s instructions, he smashed the salt into the smallest possible granules with an iron hammer.