Bianshanhan [farming]

After the shopkeeper Qiu left, several sons of Li Benshan's family came over carrying wood and worked with Li Maoxian as a carpenter.

As soon as the story of making sugar from straw was publicized in the village, those few families who planted sweet sorghum became lively. Not to mention the neighbors, people from two streets away came to say that they were lucky this year.

The output of sweet sorghum is slightly lower, but there are also people who breed it. Pigs like to eat this kind of straw. Some people say that pigs eat this kind of straw and gain more fat.For this, some believe, some do not believe, some people who raise pigs will plant an acre and a half.

In the past few days, people in the village have been talking about this matter. Mrs. Chen went to return the food, and was asked by many people along the way. When she got home, she said to Li Qingfeng: "You are really fast, if you can't do it this time, it will be shameful." .”

"My father didn't say anything dead." Li Qingfeng didn't feel that he had done anything wrong. "I just said a few words, and others spread them everywhere."

Li Qingwen said: "Mother, I told fourth brother, so we can't blame him."

When he said this, Li Qingfeng finally didn't have to be stared at by Mrs. Chen anymore.

Although Li Qingyong was beaten, his mother took two catties of sorghum noodles from Li Qingwen's house, and he was very happy clutching his butt these days.

Apart from him, the other children also got their wishes. Some of them were not so tight at home, and some were afraid that their children would not be able to eat this bite, so they cried and howled so embarrassingly.

Before the sorghum matures, the malt grows first. This time, the method is slightly different. The chopped malt is put into the water in the pot, and then the sorghum noodles are poured into it, and they are constantly stir-fried. The stove is always burning with charcoal fire , Mrs. Chen and Mrs. Jiang touched the side of the pot from time to time, it is best if it is slightly hot.

After burning for more than an hour, when the lid was opened, there was a layer of white particles on the top of the pot, and after a while, the small particles disappeared, and after gelatinization, it became a paste, and hot bubbles appeared in the pot. , soon burst, spewing out a puff of hot air.

This kind of hot air is the hottest, if you accidentally blow it on, it hurts like a fire.

It's almost done, then put the malt in the pot, and then there will be a long fermentation time.

As soon as Mrs. Chen said that it was enough to wait, Li Qingmu ran out, and Li Qinghong took a look, "Brother Qingmu, isn't it troublesome? I ran to the toilet more than a dozen times in the past half a day, why don't you go back and rest, today Get busy."

"It's okay, don't rest." Li Qingmu quickly waved his hands, "It's just that the room is a bit stuffy, so come out to take a breath."

The two pots were burning at the same time, and they were indeed steaming. Jiang Shi glanced at Li Qingmu, but said nothing.

Mrs. Chen took out the dry food, ready to take a casual bite, but Li Qingmu went back to eat on the pretext of having something to do.

Seeing the person leave, Chen said: "Why didn't you keep Brother Qingmu for dinner, I've been busy for a long time."

"When I saw him, he was already at the door." Li Qinghong said while biting a sorghum pancake.

"Hey, this kid is real." Mrs. Chen wiped her hands and was about to call him back.

Regardless of whether it is a relative or a villager, when they come to help, the host's family has to take care of the food. After finishing the work, they will eat at their own home. This makes no sense!

"Don't go." Li Maoxian said: "I will tell him later."

Li Qingwen struggled for a year in his third year of high school and lacked sleep. After arriving here, the sleepiness seemed to follow. Not to mention going to bed early at night, he had to lie down for a while at noon. Afraid of food accumulation, he would take a few mouthfuls first and eat after waking up.

He was able to sleep like this, and the rest of the Li family were worried at first, fearing that he would have more than ten years of dreams after falling asleep. Later, seeing that he woke up after only sleeping for a quarter of an hour, he was indeed more energetic than not getting enough sleep, so they didn't care much. up.

Today, Li Qingwen followed Li Maoxian to make a sugarcane bed for a long time before he could lie down for a while. When he was half asleep and half awake, he heard someone talking outside the window of the West Room.

"Qingmu, you don't have to hide from making candy. My uncle called you to help, and I didn't want to hide it from you..."

"It's simple. You can do it yourself after you learn it...Your family has few men, so you can't go out to find work. Making sugar at home can also be used to supplement food."

"Uncle, these years, you have helped our family a lot, and your family is not well-off. I really have no face to compete with you again..."

"The boys in my family are all grown up. Even if they work hard, they can find work. Your children are still young, so you have suffered a lot in the past few years."

"Why are you two big men being so polite? Aoki, don't feel that you owe anything. Move forward, your uncle's clothes and shoes were all sewn by your mother, and the quilt we got married was also your father. My mother found someone to gather it together...Three days and three nights can't be counted, and life is like walking. Sometimes the road is flat, sometimes it's downhill, and when it's uphill, it's difficult. Pull each other, so that the big guys can go far ..."

After listening, Li Qingwen fell asleep.

When I woke up again, the sugar was almost fermented, and the noodles in the pot became like tofu dregs, and then the dregs and sugar water were separated by filtration, and then the sugar water was poured into the pot to boil.

Li Qingmu didn't run out once this afternoon.

While boiling the sugar, Li Qingmu washed the hawthorn, cut open and took out the seeds inside. During this process, the saliva in his mouth was not greedy, but a subconscious reaction.

No wonder this wild hawthorn is so cheap. Not to mention its small size, the seeds inside are still big. After removing the seeds, there is not much flesh.

The pulp was cooked in a pot outside the house, and it was cooked in a short while. The sour and tooth-shattering taste was really refreshing.

The pulp will rot as soon as it is boiled, and it will become hawthorn puree after a few casual smashes.

The sugar juice in the pot is almost boiled, and I started to make sugar. This time, I added white sugar to the soybean noodles and sesame noodles, and then kneaded the noodles with maltose juice.

Things like "Wang", "囍", and "财" can be embedded in noodles to make candy. Li Qingwen only remembers the method of "Fu", and he doesn't know how to do other things, so he doesn't make trouble for himself.

Although they did it twice, Jiang Shi and Chen Shi were still not very proficient, so Li Qingwen followed suit.

Li Qingfeng stirred the sugar juice in the pot, thinking in his heart, where did mother hide the white sugar, why didn't he see it at home?

The last time I made it was not very satisfactory, this time Li Qingwen planned to use white flour and black sesame flour to make panda candy.

The salesman Qiu said that the shopkeeper's roll call said to make more panda candies. Li Qingwen thought, cute things like giant pandas can be eaten in this era, so they are indeed national treasures.

In fact, since he entered high school, Li Qingwen seldom touches these things. He makes dough by hand, and the flour candy is made in small pieces, so it doesn't hurt much if it is ruined. Same, do a dozen catties at a time.

Yangshu Village and the nearby villages don't grow wheat, and they rarely buy this kind of fine flour. If it wasn't for making sugar, they would be willing to spend money to buy this.