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Chapter 36 Rosin

Ever since Bai Xin put those words down in front of his neighbors, no one in the Bai family tried to take advantage of them, except for the occasional meeting in the village, when the other party's eyes were blatantly ferocious, as if they were going to be eaten alive by Da Fang's family.Bai Xin didn't believe that Grandma Bai and the others would be intimidated by some gossip. Erlang could only really care about his reputation. He could even predict how angry Erlang would be because of this.

In just a few days, the repairs of the house have begun to take shape. The rotten wood and weeds in the yard have been shoveled clean, and grass mud has been rebuilt on the stones in the corners. Several sheets were compiled, dense and neat, like blankets.

Bai Xin paid back all the money owed to Uncle Zhang, and presumed that he sold the chicken, duck and fish sent by Master Cheng. Anyway, everyone in the village knew about the friendship between him and Master Cheng. up.

Dalang's illness gradually improved, and he was able to go for a walk, his complexion became ruddy, his cheeks seemed to be bulging, his eyes were bright, and his former glory was restored.Sure enough, as Bai Xin guessed at the beginning, the eldest brother bled so much, and then he only ate some clear soup and gruel all day, how can he make up for it?Just being hungry is going to make me hungry.

When Dalang saw that Bai Xin wanted to get him some medicine, he couldn't help feeling distressed, so he stopped him and said, "Third brother, I'm already cured, don't take any more medicine, I can go out and find some work in a few days... hey , Thanks to you for a while, it’s my elder brother who is useless..." As he spoke, he remembered how powerless he was when he was lying on the bed before. over the body.

Bai Xin bought a few more essential pieces of furniture, and now the money became scarce. Bai Xin was not in a hurry, because he had already thought of a way to make money. For him, the mountain behind the village was It was full of money.

One day, Bai Xin was carrying a bamboo basket with a newly purchased ax in it. When Da Lang saw it, he was startled and stopped him, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Go up the hill and go around."

Da Lang guessed that he was going to go up the mountain to cut firewood, and saw that he was thin and sad, so he wanted to grab his back basket, "Let elder brother come to cut firewood. You have been busy these days, so take a good rest today." Rest, or hang out with Yu Xiaobao and the others, they have always come to you these two days."

Not to mention that Yu Xiaobao was forced by his mother to come here to show his face every day, and Bai Xin couldn't play with him, "Brother, I went up the mountain to play, too. It's boring to play with other children."

"You child, you don't fit in when you are young." Dalang recalled Sanlang's childhood, thin and small, but also very stubborn. At that time, the family was not so difficult. Every time he went out, he had to come back with injuries. But it was shining brightly, telling about the fight with so-and-so, the past is vivid in my memory, it seems that in the blink of an eye, Saburo has grown up.

Da Lang shook his head, shaking off his sentimentality, "I'm worried about you holding an axe, and hurting yourself again?"

Dalang said that he didn’t want to rest at home anymore, and he didn’t feel worried about Sanlang going up the mountain alone. He used to talk to Grandma Bai, but he couldn’t talk, and now he’s alone. Unknowingly, he regained the responsibility of being an elder brother. "I'm going to chop firewood. If you want to go up the mountain to play, let's go together."

Bai Xin thought that it was impossible to make money by himself, a small smile floated on his lips, and he nodded.

The two of them walked up the mountain. According to Da Lang, it would be good to cut some firewood nearby, which would save time and effort. It can be seen that San Lang was still walking with his head down and no intention of stopping. He asked strangely: "Three Brother, don't go in."

"It's okay, let's go ahead."

Only then did Dalang see that Sanlang seemed to have a purpose, so he stopped urging him.

Walking into the depths of the forest, the trees became denser, taller and taller, the sunlight weakly passed through the luxuriant branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground, Bai Xin slowed down, raised his head and walked slowly by the tree, with both hands He kept rubbing the scaly tree trunk, looked at an old pine branch facing the sun, and wanted to reach for the ax, only to remember that the ax was always carried by his elder brother.

"Brother, pass me the axe."

Da Lang felt strange and didn't move. Instead, he raised his neck and looked at the pine tree in front of him. Seeing that San Lang didn't seem to be cutting down the tree, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother San, what are you going to do? There are many broken thorns and crippled trees when you come here. Firewood, why did you choose a thick tree to chop? There is no need to waste effort."

Bai Xin shook his head, "I'm not chopping firewood, I'm getting pine resin."

"Pine resin?" Da Lang's voice was full of confusion, "What is that?"

"It's the ointment secreted by pine trees. It can be combined with incense and used as medicine..." Bai Xin paused, and then said, "You can sell it for money in the town."

When Da Lang heard that it could be sold for money, his eyes lit up immediately, and he couldn't believe it. There are so many pine trees in this mountain. If there is fat in them that can make money, why don't others come to cut them down?

"Third brother, where did you know that?"

Bai Xin's eyes flickered, thinking that he couldn't always use Young Master Cheng as an excuse, so he said, "It was the doctor in the town who told me about it, and even taught me how to remove fat."

When Da Lang heard that it was Saburo from the doctor's teaching who saved his life, he respected that man even more in his heart, and wished he could come and kowtow a few times in person. Before, "Third brother, let me come, just watch from the side."

After finishing speaking, he chopped it down, and the leaves on the top fell down, and the bird on it flapped its wings and flew away. After a while, the branch was cut down.

"Do you think this will work?" Da Lang quickly picked it up and let San Lang have a look.

Bai Xin nodded, and the two of them continued to cut down trees in this forest. After a while, they piled up a lot. Bai Xin was responsible for binding them together. In just two hours, they tied three bundles.

Bai Xin thought that no matter how much he had, he would not be able to move back, so Dalang carried two bundles, and he carried one bundle, and slowly went down the mountain.

Seeing that the two of them had chopped so much firewood, Mrs. Cao rushed to meet them, first took it from Bai Xin's thin back, and then said: "There is still a lot of firewood at home, or, Dalang, you will chop it later. Take them to the town and sell them?"

Dalang put down the firewood, wiped his sweat, and subconsciously looked at Bai Xin, "Well, Saburo said he wanted to take it...what's that called?"

"Take what?" Mrs. Cao also looked over.

Bai Xin simply explained: "The doctor in the town taught me to use pine trees to make ointment, which can be sold for money."

Cao's reaction was the same as when Dalang first heard about it, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Can you sell it for money?" Then he looked at the dry branches, "How to get the fat?"

Bai Xin pointed, "It needs to be steamed in a pot, but before that, first cut them into small pieces about one foot long."

After hearing this, Da Lang patted his chest, "Leave it to me."

Dalang did what he said, drank the water handed by Wan Manniang, and without resting, he chopped firewood in the yard.

Chopping firewood is a lot of work, especially to cut it into one-foot-long pieces that can be put into the pot. After all, Dalang recovered from a serious illness, and he was a little out of breath after a while, and big beads of sweat dripped from his head. The speed also slowed down.

Bai Xin saw that he had chopped a lot, almost the same length, so he advised him to take a rest, and he carried the firewood to the stove. Curious about how to get the grease out of the branches, he followed him to the kitchen.

Bai Xin put it in a big pot, covered it, and lit a big fire underneath. After a while, the smell of wooden planks floated out along with the white gas, and there was a muffled crackling sound inside, and there seemed to be a slight flowing sound.

When the lid was lifted, a lot of white grease had gathered at the bottom of the pot. When the pot was finished steaming, Bai Xin put the grease into cold water and cooled it down immediately, forming a pale yellow crystalline turpentine.

The author has something to say: This method is not the modern method of extracting pine resin. Of course, the modern method is easier. The destructiveness of two, the third method is adopted