Chapter 17 Making Maltose
He returned to Song Yun's room and turned around to lock the door.
Shen Xia took Song Yun's pulse again.
Then I had an idea in my mind.
Shen Xia sat next to
I picked up the pillow next to me and raised him up a little.
Gently spoon the medicine into his mouth.
But no matter how much you feed in, you will vomit out.
I can't feed it at all.
Forget it, just give him acupuncture first and then feed him.
Then put the medicine bowl aside.
Gently lift the quilt and take off your clothes and pants.
Now you can’t recognize Song Yun’s appearance at all. His cheeks are sunken, like an old man, and his whole body is skin and bones. If he continues like this, he may not be able to hold on for much longer.
Shen Xia first performed acupuncture on him for quarter of an hour, gently pulled out the needles and put them away, and then helped Song Yun put on his clothes.
Then cover yourself with the quilt.
Gently spoon the medicine into his mouth.
Although some of it did flow out here.
But some of it was swallowed, and then Shen Xia fed it to him in small mouthfuls.
To be honest, given the conditions at that time, and without eating much, he managed to hold on for more than a year, which was already a miracle.
After feeding him the medicine, Shen Xia left.
In this way, Shen Xia was responsible for Song Yun's medicine and acupuncture every day, and this was repeated for four days.
Get up in the morning
Shen Xia continued to sprinkle water on the malt.
The malt seedlings that sprouted earlier are now two or three centimeters long.
Some people's malt grows two or three centimeters, while others grow four or five centimeters.
But if you want a higher sugar content, the best state is two or three centimeters.
The maltose made at this time tastes the best.
Because Song Jiang has been making winnowing baskets these days, the extra ones can be piled up.
Song Jiang's foot has almost recovered and he can walk on his own without a cane, but he still cannot do heavy work.
I originally thought that he wouldn't drink the herbal medicine I boiled.
Who knew that when Song Ming asked him if he wanted to drink, he ended up drinking it anyway.
I didn't expect this. I thought he wouldn't drink the herbal medicine I boiled.
Shen Xia looked at Song Jiang and said, “Brother, you don’t need to edit these anymore after you finish editing them. They should be enough.
Shen Xia went to Song's mother and said, "Mom, the malt we have fermented can be used. Is there any family around here that has a stone mill?"
"Yes, the village chief has it at his house. What do you want to grind?" Song's mother was curious.
"The malt has sprouted and can be made into malt." Shen Xia said.
"You also need to blanch the beans and then grind them into powder."
"Can".
After saying that, Shen Xia began to arrange the work.
Song Jin continued to light the fire, put no oil in the pot, poured out half of the beans, and stir-fried them dry.
Then Shen Xia handed the matter over to Song's mother and left the kitchen.
Come in the yard.
Take out a large basin and a dustpan to wash the malt, because there are no extra basins.
Xiaowu also came to help, and together with Shen Xia, he pulled out the malt and put it in basins, and then washed them one by one.
Song Ming, who was standing next to him, also wanted to come over to help: "Xia Xia, my hands don't hurt anymore, I'll wash them with you!"
"No." Shen Xia immediately refused: "Second brother, what you need to do now is to heal your injuries seriously, do you know? Don't be anxious."
Song Ming was depressed. How could he not be anxious? He saw that the amount of food Xia Xia bought that day was getting less and less. Xia Xia was busy for everyone every day.
I am the only one who does the least work and eats the most.
The family is full of young men, and they eat a lot of rice every day. Xia Xia said that they have to eat enough at every meal, and the expenses are really huge.
Song Jiang, who was standing next to him, saw Song Ming's depression and said, "Shen Xia, just listen to me when I tell you to take good care of your injury. My foot is almost healed, and then I can go out hunting to relieve some of the pressure."
Shen Xia glanced at Song Jiang.
I didn't expect him to say that.
In fact, Song Jiang couldn't accept Shen Xia supporting the family. He watched her busying around every day, but he couldn't do anything about it.
Now that my foot is almost healed, I am not worried anymore.
Shen Xia had never seen Song Jiang's feet, so he still said, "Mom still has money, so don't worry. It is said that it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone, so you should rest for a while."
"Don't let the injury not be fully healed by then, leaving a root of illness behind." Shen Xia suggested.
Song Jiang glanced at Shen Xia and said nothing. He continued to weave his winnowing basket, and there was one last one.
Before Shen Xia finished washing, Song Jiang had already finished weaving. He piled all the bamboo waste under the eaves and cleaned up all the bamboo waste in the yard.
He went to fetch water silently, because there was not enough water to wash a lot of malt.
Shen Xia watched him carry the bucket out of the house and said, "Your foot injury means you can't carry water at all."
Song Ming paused. She was concerned about himself.
Song Ming looked at it and said, "Brother, I'll go. My right hand is fine. It's okay."
Song Jiang hesitated for a moment and waited for Song Ming to take the bucket over.
Then Shen Xia stopped talking. She didn't know why, but she felt like Song Jiang didn't like her very much.
But I am not money, and I cannot please everyone. I just need to do what I should do.
He was too lazy to care about anything else. If it weren't for the worry about his health, Mother Song would have to wipe her tears again. She would have been too lazy to care about him.
Since Song Jiang couldn't go to fetch water, he came over to wash the malt with Shen Xia.
Shen Xia watched him come to wash, and thought that it was enough for him and Xiao Wu to be here, so she got up and took the washed ones into the kitchen to chop them up.
Song Jiang looked at him coming and she left. She just didn't like being too close to him, and a flash of disappointment passed through her eyes.
It seems that she still only likes the second one.
Shen Xia put the seedlings on the chopping board and chopped them into pieces. When she finished chopping everything, her hands felt like they weren't her own anymore and they hurt so much.
By this time the beans were fried, and Song's mother took them to grind into powder.
The pot emptied.
Shen Xia took out the glutinous rice and steamed it, because she had watched Song's mother cook several times and she also learned how to do it.
Song Jin still made the fire.
Thirty kilograms of wheat and one hundred kilograms of glutinous rice are simply exhausting.
After everything is done, mix it together and wait for it to ferment, all the pots, basins and buckets in the house are used up.
Finally, I could only eat something casually at noon.
Song Jin can't see, so he usually does whatever he is told to do.
Song Jiang and Song Ming were very heartbroken to see Shen Xia wasting so much food!
Song Ming felt sad but couldn't say it.
But Song Jiang was different. He was the one who made all the decisions at home, so he had to ask out of habit.
"Will it work if I do this?" I was afraid that I would ask too directly and make her unhappy, so I changed to a more euphemistic way of speaking, mainly because I had never seen this method before.
This is more than 100 kilograms of food.
"No problem, don't worry!" Shen Xia didn't know how to explain to him.
At lunch time, Song's mother brought back the ground soybean flour.
Shen Xia touched it with her hand and found it was quite nice and very delicate.
At noon, since there was only one empty pot, I just cooked a pot of sweet potato porridge and ate it, but I cooked a little more.
After meal
Because the medicine Song Yun takes every day is boiled in the morning and just needs to be heated up at noon.
Shen Xia still went in to feed him the medicine. Now he can basically swallow it completely by himself. Judging from the situation, he should wake up soon!
After the smell of the medicine wore off, I continued to give him acupuncture.
Shen Xia murmured, "Song Yun, you have to get better soon. Your family is worried about you. You still have your own dreams. Don't you want to become the top scholar and make life better for your family?"