GBP Chapter 420 "Achi, are you crazy?"
Chapter 420 "Achi, are you crazy?"
When everything was ready, Shen Youyou asked her father to shake the handle.
But Fu Huaian took the position to crank the handle without saying a word. Well, if he wanted to work, he could do it. No one would compete with him for it.
If both she and her father had seen how it was done, Shen Youyou would never have let her father do such heavy work.
But to be on the safe side, she still reminded him, "Just turn when I tell you to."
Fu Huaian was also extremely curious about this thing. You know, he stayed today just to see it.
"it is good."
Shen Youyou first lit the charcoal in the small stove below, and asked Fu Huaian to start turning it. As he turned the handle, the small gear turned several times for every turn of the large gear.
Although the handle was rotating normally in Fu Huaian's hand, the small iron bucket connected to the small gear was already rotating at high speed.
Soon, I felt the heat being transferred to the small iron bucket.
Shen Youyou scooped a spoonful of melted syrup with one hand and poured it into a small iron bucket that was rotating at high speed.
In fact, if there was white sugar from later generations, there would be no need to melt the syrup at this step. However, the frosting sugar nowadays cannot reach the concentration of white sugar. If the frosting sugar is used directly, it will turn into sugar juice and splash everywhere.
The principle of the machine is to use the centrifugal force generated by high-speed rotation.
The molten syrup is squeezed onto the screen by centrifugal force and splashes out from the tiny holes of the screen due to inertia.
The splashing sugar liquid has a temperature difference with the surrounding air, so it quickly releases heat and condenses into solid filaments, forming a cotton-like shape.
Use a bamboo stick to gently wrap the sugar threads, gradually gathering them together and eventually forming a fluffy cloud.
Therefore, under the witness of everyone, strands of sugar that were almost invisible to the naked eye flew out and stuck to the large cylinder outside the small barrel.
Shen Youyou continued to hold the bamboo stick and began to rotate it in circles in the pot.
"Oh, there's something!"
“I saw it too, it’s amazing!”
As the nine clans exclaimed in surprise, the white flocs on the bamboo stick in Shen Youyou's hand continued to increase as Fu Huaian turned the handle.
The flocs gradually grew larger as the bamboo stick in Shen Youyou's hand turned, and even Fu Huaian, who was always calm, opened his mouth wide.
To be honest, before seeing this scene, he didn't believe that cotton could be made. Although Shen Youyou explained it very well at the time, he really couldn't imagine how thin the silk thread would have to be to make it look like cotton.
He planned to do it with Shen Youyou simply because he was naturally interested in this kind of thing.
Soon, in Shen Youyou's hand.
It had turned into a ball that was bigger than her head, but because she had poured in a lot of syrup, she could only hand it to Sister Erya next to her and pick up another bamboo stick to spin it.
Everyone looked at what was in Erya's hand and it really looked like a cloud, and they were amazed.
This first spoonful of syrup made exactly three.
Shen Youyou smiled with her eyebrows curved. As she poured the second spoonful of syrup, she did not forget to greet, "Why don't you try it quickly?"
There were three of them, and each of my younger brothers and sisters quickly picked one and ate it.
"So delicious and sweet, yo yo sister, I want more!"
"I want me too."
Since the adults didn't get to eat it, the only girl who got to eat it was Shen Erya, because she was the one who got to eat it first because she was close to the water.
"Okay, big sis, you can help me melt some syrup and add my food coloring this time."
Daya smiled and agreed: "Okay, let's make the color first."
"Any color is fine. We have enough frosting, so one for each person is fine. We also need to make a lot. We can change the colors."
"Sister, I want the blue one."
"Yoyo sister, I want the red one."
"I want purple."
The kids were so excited that they all wanted the color they liked. Shen Youyou agreed to all of them: "Okay, take your time, don't rush."
As Fu Huaian kept turning, Shen Youyou continued to do it, and did more than thirty.
"No, no, change someone."
After seeing that it had been done so many times, it was then the turn of Sister Daya and Brother Dabao.
Shen Youyou handed one to Fu Huaian: "Try it."
Fu Huaian took it, pinched a piece and put it in his mouth. It wasn't very delicious, it was just sweet, but the feeling was magical.
It's incredible that such a big piece of it melts in your mouth.
Shen Youyou handed it to him and ignored him. She took the other one and took a bite, and her little nose was covered with sugar.
As the sweetness spread in her mouth, her eyebrows curved into a smile.
"Milk, try it."
Grandma Hua pinched a piece and put it in her mouth. Her eyes lit up and said, "My dear grandson, if syrup can be made into this, can our liquid plastic also be made into cotton?"
Shen Youyou nodded hurriedly.
For old ladies and old men, they are more concerned about the issue of plastic making cotton, because cotton was a luxury for them in the past.
But there is no rush to make cotton, at least everyone should have one.
In fact, everyone has already tasted it more or less by now, because the children of the nine clans don’t eat alone, and the ones they get first will be given to their grandparents, uncles, aunts and aunts to taste.
The only drawback now is that they have too many people, and a cotton machine is a bit slow. It takes more than half an hour to finish one for each person, which is equivalent to about an hour.
Shen Youyou even asked someone to make some more and put it in plastic cloth, intending to give it to Fu Huaian to take away and to give to the old Duke and the eldest princess.
Only then did I start to disassemble the machine, planning to clean it and experiment with making plastic cotton.
The machine was cleaned and assembled quite quickly, but this time the kids took it and ran around to play, which made the adults, as well as the boys and girls, feel more nervous.
After all, as we all have seen, syrup can be made, but it will deform if squeezed and cannot withstand being squeezed at all.
Although Yoyo said that the plastics were different and squeezing should be fine, they were still worried.
This time, Shen Youyou didn't do it, it was Xiao Yang and Shen Zhidong who did it.
It was fine at the beginning, and a ball of plastic cotton was rolled out very smoothly. When everyone reached out and touched it.
"Yeah, it really won't be squeezed together, it's very fluffy."
"Let me take a look, let me take a look."
Mr. Shen was so excited. Indeed, it was just a food. Even if you didn’t eat it, the candy would be sweet and everyone would be very happy.
But plastic cotton is different. It concerns whether more people can cover themselves with quilts and wear cotton clothes.
The old man stretched out his shaking hands and wiped them on the fluffy plastic cotton: "Woo woo! Woo woo woo! Yo yo, thank you, Grandpa. Thank you for the poor people in the world. Woo woo!"
Not only the great grandfather, but most of the elderly and women in the nine clans cried. They were so excited that they could not even describe how they felt in their hearts.
The more sentimental men turned their heads away and wiped their tears. Even those who didn't like to cry, such as Shen Zhiqiu and Fu Huaian, had red eyes.
Ah Chi was even more excited. He fluttered and kowtowed to Shen Youyou.
Shen Youyou, who was about to cry like her grandmother, was so scared that she held back her tears instantly and jumped away quickly, even faster than when she was fighting with Fu Huaian.
"Achi, are you crazy?"
Ah Chi said with tears in his eyes, "Miss Shen, you may not know how important the cotton you are researching is to our Fu family army and the entire northern army, because our north is not suitable for growing kapok and the cotton yield is also low.
Although there were people raising silkworms, that was not affordable for ordinary soldiers and civilians.
Those who were better off had cotton-padded clothes to wear, or winter clothes made from chicken and duck feathers, but ordinary soldiers' winter clothes were filled with hemp and flax.
In addition, the climate in the north is already cold, and snowstorms are common in winter. While the soldiers are guarding the border with their lives, they have to endure the severe cold. Every year, civilians and soldiers freeze to death.
Miss Shen, I thank you on behalf of all the soldiers and people in the North."