Bianshanhan [farming]

Li Maoxian glared at his fourth son, Li Qingfeng was at a loss, still wondering, suddenly remembered what his father had explained before, knew that he had slipped the tongue, and wished to give himself two mouths.

Li Qingwen hurriedly remedied: "Didn't Dad tell me that many sweet things can be made into candy, I just ate that straw, it's quite sweet, it should be able to be made into candy, Dad."

Li Qingfeng also immediately said: "Yes, yes, Dad, didn't you tell us, you forgot?!"

The talented people in the village never knew or heard that straw can be used to make sugar. If someone else said it, I’m afraid they would all scoff at it and think it’s a dream. Straw is used for burning fires and feeding animals. Sugar is so expensive. No.

But now everyone in the village knows that the Li family can make candy. When the two brothers sang and sang, the big guys thought it might be true, and they immediately started talking about it.

"Uncle, can the straw really be used to make sugar? No wonder you brought seeds back from such a long distance. It turns out that straw is useful..."

"Nephew, if sweet straw can be used to make sugar, how much sugar can be produced per acre of land? In the future, we will grow sweet sorghum. Why didn't you say it before? Let's grow more."

How did Li Maoxian know this, but he reacted quickly, and said to his neighbors: "I heard people say that this kind of sorghum stalk can be used to make sugar, so I took it back and planted it for a try. The kids are still thinking about it."

The people in the village also knew that Li Qingwen's family had only planted for one year and did not continue to plant, so they didn't feel that Li Maoxian was hiding something, and said eagerly: "Uncle, you know a lot. If you think about it, if you can make sugar From now on, we will grow sorghum in our fields, even if we can get five catties and ten catties of sugar."

"Yes, I will trouble you with this matter. If it happens, every household in our village will pull an acre of straw for you in the future..."

Li Qingwen has been to the county and knows that the sugar here is very expensive. Crude white sugar costs more than 30 yuan a catty, and a dozen catties of sorghum is worth the price of a catty of sugar, so the big guy is so concerned about this matter.

It's a pity that everyone is destined to be disappointed. He only read it superficially at that time, and only remembered the simplest way to make syrup, but he didn't know how to make sand ponds and lump sugar.

So many people spoke, Li Maoxian had no choice but to respond, saying: "I'll try again, but I can't guarantee it will work."

"Try it, try it quickly!" Everyone was delighted, "If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, if we can help you, just ask."

Fortunately, the rice milling was finished at this time, and Li Maoxian and Li Qingmu went home with grain and bran on their backs, while the people who stayed here were still talking about straw and sugar.

Li Maoxian said it was all right, Li Qingmu went back to eat, Li Qingfeng slipped into the house, afraid of being scolded by his father.

His worry was unnecessary, Li Maoxian called Li Qingwen to him first when he got home, and asked him about making sugar with straw.

Li Qingwen told what he still remembered, and made it clear that sorghum stalks cannot be made into maltose or white sugar, they can only be made into syrup first.

Without waiting for Li Maoxian to ask, Li Qingwen said: "I saw this in my dream too. There are many ways to make it look like white sugar, but I don't remember."

Li Maoxian stared at his youngest son's black eyes for a long time, and said solemnly: "My son, you must never tell others about your dream."

Originally, the change of my son was very strange, if someone knew about the dream again, it might cause disaster.

Li Qingwen nodded heavily, "Father, don't worry, I won't tell anyone except my family."

He came here out of nowhere, and he was really vain in his heart. He couldn't hide it from his family until he found such an excuse. For the sake of his own life, he would definitely not say a word outside.

Leaving aside the matter of sorghum stalks for now, at night, Li Maoxian called the family together again, told them one by one, then went out again, and came back late at night.

The next day, Li Maoxian asked carefully about making sugar from straw. Li Qingwen was talking about tools for squeezing juice, when the head of the village, Guo Daquan, came, not only him, but also several elders of the Han family in Dongtou.

Looking at the battle, Li Maoxian probably guessed their purpose, and hurriedly let them into the house. When he opened his mouth, it was indeed for the straw to make sugar.

Most of the area in Liushan County grows sorghum, and the family has dozens of acres or as little as a few acres. The sum is not a small amount. If it is true that straw can be used to make sugar, it is a great thing. That's why there was news yesterday, and today Surprised so many people.

Li Maoxian is still the same as yesterday, "I told my sixth uncle that when his sorghum is harvested, I will pull the straw over here. I will try to do it. All the people in the village want to see will come over and see if it can be done at a later time."

No matter how anxious you are, you can’t cut sorghum right now. You have to wait anyway. After receiving Li Maoxian’s words, the people who came also said that you won’t be busy in vain. If you really want to, every household in the village will remember your contribution .

Although they are all from the same village, it is possible to sell sugar for money, and it is not a trivial matter to be able to sell money.

After a polite meal, those people left in peace.

No matter how the sorghum stalks are, maltose still has to be made. The wheat bought in the county is only half soaked, and the pot at home is not enough, so I divide it into two batches.

The sorghum rice that was milled yesterday was hulled, the shells and bran were removed, and the particles were ground into powder again. This time, glutinous rice was not used, but sorghum noodles.

Li Qingmu rushed to do the flour milling, and Li Maoxian had been thinking about the juicer bed that his son mentioned.

The patriarch of the Li family, Li Benshan, came over later, followed by several grandsons. Their group has always been prosperous, and there are more than 30 people of the same generation as Li Qingwen. ass.

Naturally, he came here for this matter. Li Maoxian also said a little more to the people in his family. Come over and help."

Li Maoxian quickly said no, "Manpower is needed only when the straw is taken back. Now I need a few pieces of wood to make tools that are handy..."

"We have them in the shed at home, you can pick and choose." Li Benshan said cheerfully, "To be honest, all these things can be tinkered with. It's really a face to our old Li's parents."

A litter of young ones was in the Westinghouse, and people of the same generation talked to Li Qinghong and Li Qingfeng, but they couldn't help but glance at Li Qingwen. After their younger brother is no longer stupid, he looks better!

In fact, the face is still the same, but the eyes are more energetic than before. The so-called finishing touch, the eyes are very important to the facial features. Li Qingwen has heard the villagers praise him many times.

Li Qingfeng was impatient with them secretly looking at his younger brother, and said: "What are you looking at, the eyeballs are about to fall to the ground, don't be afraid to crush them!"

Li Qingyong chuckled, "What's wrong, in the past we didn't let you take a second look, but now it's not okay, your son is not a girl, even a girl doesn't protect her so tightly."

"If Zai'er is a girl, if you look at it like this, I will dig out your eyeballs." Li Qingfeng snorted.

The boys had nothing to say, and asked about the maltose, looking very hungry.

Li Qingwen suddenly said: "If you want to eat maltose, you can bring the sorghum noodles and make them together by the way."

"Sorghum noodles can be made into candy?!" The boys were shocked, that stuff is not very tasty, I don't think it is sweet, how can I make candy.

"It's fine if you don't believe me." Li Qingfeng rolled his eyes.

He was like this, and the boys thought it was true, their buttocks seemed to be on fire, and they jumped out one by one, wanting to go back and ask their parents.

After speaking, Li Benshan found that his grandsons had all run away, and scolded "monkey boy". When they came, they couldn't stop them all, and they slipped faster.

After scolding, I found that the little grandchildren came again with their parents one by one, shouting that they should use sorghum noodles to make candy.

The adult was dragged here in a daze, the one with a good temper was still asking what was going on, the one with a bad temper had already chiseled him several times, but because of the stuttering man, he grinned so painfully that he didn't let go.

Mrs. Chen heard from her youngest son, and welcomed a few sisters-in-law in, saying that the family will make candy in a few days, and if anyone wants maltose, they can bring sorghum noodles and make it together.

It was also the first time for the women who came here to hear that sorghum noodles could be used to make sugar. They were curious but didn't ask any further questions.

They are all from the same family, and Mrs. Chen was not polite, and said directly that the amount of sugar in a catty of sorghum noodles is not certain, and you can only know after it is out of the pot.

There is a loss in making things, and I understand this. If I am pulled here, if I don’t nod, the child may make trouble when I go back. A few women keep talking about trouble, thinking in my heart, I will definitely greet my butt when I go back. a meal.

Li Maoxian followed Li Benshan to pick wood, the house was full of work, and the women left after sitting for a while.

As soon as this group of people were sent away, the shopkeeper Qiu followed, this time he didn't carry any burdens, and he seemed to be talking about things, Li Qinghong couldn't help muttering, "What day is it today, it's really lively. "

After finishing speaking, he went to the house of his second grandfather Li Benshan to call someone.

The salesman Qiu looked a little excited, and before he sat down on his buttocks after entering the room, he asked, "Auntie, do you still have word candies and panda candies at home? I've been urged several times."

Mrs. Chen also heard that this candy was selling well, but there was really nothing left in the house, and the first piece of the ones made last time was not left.

"Then when will it be made?" Qiu shopkeeper asked.

"It will take three or four days." Chen estimated, "I'll pick it up and bring it to your home."

After talking for a while, Li Maoxian was called back. He entered the room and said to the shopkeeper Qiu, "I just went to the county town yesterday. If I knew I would go to your house, I would save you from going back."

"It's okay, Uncle, I don't have much ability, I just work hard." Qiu shopkeeper said with a smile, he got a lot of candy and copper coins from selling candy last time, and it's the first time he made such a light money, so he wished to make a few more trips here Woolen cloth.

"I heard that you guys went to the shop to inquire about it when you went to the county town yesterday..." Qiu the salesman said, "The candy is very good, and it's rare to recruit children, and it sells very fast... Seeing that the autumn harvest is about to come, it must be busy then, Uncle, you can do more this time."

Li Maoxian nodded, "Don't worry about this, the autumn harvest will not delay making candy."

After boasting, the salesman Qiu said again: "The shopkeeper entrusted me to ask if I can make some desserts. It looks good enough, but the taste is a bit bland."

The masters have already mentioned this matter, Li Maoxian said: "You can add sugar to it, but the price will be different at that time."

"That's right, that's right." Qiu shopkeeper nodded repeatedly.