Chapter 12 Offal is a good thing

When he was in Kelongli, Su You had seen land sales, and one acre of land was worth a lot of money.

Compared with later generations, the price of goods is really different. It turned out that the belongings of urban residents in the Song Dynasty were basically worn on their bodies.

If you pay careful attention, you will also find that the money used by people here is not the common copper coins, but iron coins.

Occasionally, people from other places purchase copper coins, and one penny of copper coins can be used as two cents of iron coins.

There are also banknotes, which are made of paper and officially issued. A regular banknote can be worth about nine hundred coins.

There are also private banknotes, issued by large merchants and used for transactions with business partners. In fact, they are more like bills of lading or original bills of exchange for a fixed price.

Su You looked around like a curious baby, but Su Baniang couldn't stand it anymore. She called him over in a low voice, handed him a purse, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Yao, you want to use money? I have some here."

Some."

Su You didn't answer, and explained with a little embarrassment: "No, no, I just stayed in my hometown for a long time and wanted to know about the prices. It turns out that the prices in Song Dynasty are so cheap."

Ba Niang burst out laughing: "Uncle Yao is not a family member and doesn't know how expensive firewood and rice are. The county magistrate often beats the autumn wind."

Su You was surprised: "No way? I heard that the government is very lenient towards scholars. They pay higher salaries and give various rewards during the New Year."

Ba Niang said with a smile: "You have to be above the fifth rank. A seventh or eighth rank like a county magistrate only costs five or six guan a month. To support a family, it's okay if the population is not large. If you are a tenth rank, it's okay."

The mouth, plus the welcome and delivery, is not enough."

Su You didn't believe it and replied: "Banniang, you lied to me again. The county magistrate sent me there. That's because I have the minister's money."

Banniang shook her head and said: "You have never seen the dilapidated appearance of the inn! In a place like Meishan, a waterway hub, there are so many nobles and high-ranking officials coming and going. Can the minister's money be spent? The prefect wants to live a comfortable life.

, we have to rely on our Jiang Qing family."

Su You was a little confused: "Then what else does this official have to do?"

Ba Niang said with a smile: "You are not the only one who has this idea. Is the Hanlin noble? A big news came out a few years ago. There was a poor Hanlin who didn't even want to be elected. He resigned from his official position and opened a restaurant in Tokyo.

Quality!"

Su You nodded, and this was his first rough understanding of the political ecology of the Song Dynasty.

My previous knowledge was too narrow, and my eyes only fell on the important figures recorded in history books, but I never knew that the lower-level officials of the Song Dynasty were such hard-working people.

It seems that getting promoted does not necessarily mean getting rich, but it is too early to understand those things now. I did not come to the Song Dynasty just to be poor.

After a short time, the sedan arrived at a workshop near the river outside the city. Next to the workshop were several kiln entrances, and in the distance there were some fields and a small village.

The workers were kneading mud and making embryos, and a girl was directing the workers to work.

Seeing the soft sedan approaching, the girl hurried over and asked, "Is this Sister Su?"

Su Baniang came out of the sedan. After the two greeted each other, the girl pulled Baniang and said happily: "Sister, I'm finally well. Hey, Xun'er didn't come with you? I really want to see him."

Ba Niang smiled and said: "It's been a bumpy journey, but I don't dare to take it out."

The girl looked at Su You and teased: "Who is this kid? Call me sister and I will give you sweet beans."

Before Su You could say anything, Banniang hurriedly pulled the girl and scolded her: "Don't talk nonsense. This is the elder of the Su family in Kelongli. Even though he is only five years old, I have to call him Xiaoyao."

uncle."

After hearing this, the girl stomped her feet and muttered: "Oh, why did you bring a junior here? You just dropped my seniority!"

Ba Niang said with a smile: "My little uncle may be young, but he is extremely smart. He is now helping me solve the problem of movable type typesetting. Little uncle, this is the twenty-seventh sister of the Shi family."

Su You gave a salute: "I've seen Twenty-Seventh Mother."

Twenty-seven mothers curled her lips: "Young baby, you are still pretending to be an elder. I can't call you uncle, so I'll call you... Xiaoyou."

Su You was not surprised and said with a smile: "The name is just a code name. The elders in the family often call me little monkey."

Twenty-seventh mother laughed so hard that her waist bent: "Little monkey, hahaha, when you do the crowning ceremony, that's not... that's not..."

Su You was quite generous and replied: "You are like a monkey, just say what you want to say, I won't be angry."

Twenty-seven mothers stopped laughing, changed their appearance and said a sincere greeting to Su You: "Xiao You has such a good character, but he is like Meng Lang from the slave family."

Su You quickly returned the gift.

Ba Niang said: "I came here today because I have something to ask my sister for."

Twenty-seven mothers said: "Well, I already know the matter. I have prepared it early. Look, the mud is all here."

The three of them went over and inspected them one by one. Su You looked through them for a long time, shook his little head and asked: "Twenty-seventh mother, there is a kind of mud, have you ever used it here?"

Twenty-seven mothers were quite surprised: "You are so young, but you still know how to make clay?"

Su You looked at the earthy brown and green porcelain jars and said, "I understand a little bit."

After saying that, he casually took out a quite large bucket bowl, grabbed the edge of the bowl with both hands and turned it over: "You are using local red clay. After aging, it is made into a embryo. After drying, it is glazed and fired. The clay is too much."

It's too thick to be used for sealing."

After hearing this, Twenty-seven Niang's eyebrows suddenly stood up: "Although our porcelain is not as good as that of several famous kilns, it is also well-known in Chuanxia 4th Road. We have carefully selected the clay and sold it to Dali.

Go, you are not a big person, but your tone is not small."

Su You blinked his little eyes and said: "Don't be angry, twenty-seventh mother. I believe everything you say. What I mean is that it can be even better."

Twenty-seven mothers sneered: "If you could make finer clay..."

After saying that, when she saw the smiling Banniang beside her, she rolled her eyes and suddenly smiled like a flower: "Then we will take care of the job of making pottery seals for you."

Su You waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, it's very simple. I just taught my uncle-in-law the method this morning. It's actually just a piece of cake. Let's do a small experiment first."

There are many craftsmen here. Seeing that the twenty-seventh mother was speechless, Su You called the workers, took a large vat and cut it horizontally, made a wooden frame to block it, then screwed round axes on both sides of the frame, placed it on top of the frame, and

A shaft was made, and when the worker shook the shaft, the big cylinder could rotate on the shelf.

He added some water to the big vat, threw some broken porcelain pieces into it, and asked the workers to shake the vat, and Su You began to add clay into it.

Soon, the clay was cut and ground by the tumbling broken pieces, and finally turned into mud.

Twenty-seven mother's eyes widened: "This method of yours is very clever. It's just that the scale is not big."

Su You wasn't angry either: "It's just an experiment, it's so fast."

Pour out the mud, filter it with a thick bamboo basket to obtain fine mud, pour it into another jar, stir and let it sit for a while, Su You hangs cloth strips around the jar containing the fine mud, using capillary water absorption to absorb water.

Then he chatted with the workers about porcelain clay.

In Su You's mouth, china clay is a white, extremely sticky clay. During the famine years, some people used it to satisfy their hunger. Although they could feel full for a while, they were unable to have diarrhea. People who ate this clay would eventually

Will die from abdominal distension.

After such a reminder, some workers reacted and said that there was a piece of land at the foot of Taoyi Mountain in the west of the city, where there was this kind of soil. There were also white stones on the mountain. The soil was probably formed by the weathering of the white stones over the years.

As soon as the twenty-seventh mother heard that this thing was really there, she immediately asked people to bring mules from the village and sent people to the west of the city to collect soil and stones.

After everything was arranged, Twenty-Seventh Mother smiled and said, "You two are in luck. Zhuangzi just threw a cow. He reported it to the official and fined him some money, but he still has beef to eat."

Su You was immediately overjoyed: "Really? I'll do this!"

The twenty-seventh mother seemed to have a low point of laughter, and she immediately bent over with laughter: "Oh, you really know how to do everything?!"

Su You said to Banniang: "Banniang, hurry up and ask someone to go home and ask Siyue to find the packet of medicinal powder I asked her to get yesterday. Hahaha, it will be of great use this time!"

A group of people came to Zhuangzi. It was actually not a big place. There was a low earthen wall. Outside the earthen wall were fields and rice was grown. Inside the earthen wall was a vegetable garden at one end and a circle of thatched houses at the other. The people on the Zhuangzi were undressing the cattle.

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Su Youxing hurried over and saw that there was only one voice left, and he couldn't help crying: "Where is the offal? Where is my offal?"

Banniang was so anxious that she stamped her feet: "Uncle, please don't be rude! You've lost the face of our Su family!"
Chapter completed!