Bianshanhan [farming]

Chapter 17 Shaqima

There are not many people in the small shops in the alleys, and most of them are people who live nearby to buy small things, and the more expensive things are not used on weekdays. The people in the county are used to going to the big grocery stores on the main street to buy.

A while ago, the small shop was unusually lively. A group of children gathered, clamoring for candy. They all said that children are forgetful, but they still miss new things. Every time they pass by the shop, they can’t help but come in and ask. One sentence.

I missed it several times before, but when I came back today, I saw that there was an extra string next to the two strings of candy in the shop, and I was surprised.

The shopkeeper greeted the children with a smile, "Here come the word candies and panda candies, this time there are also cat's claw candies and hawthorn rolls..."

The children rushed up in a swarm, and some of them were loyal, ran to the door, and shouted into the alley: "Sister, the panda candy is here!"

Following this greeting, several children, big and small, ran out of the alley, filling up the small shops, chattering non-stop.

Some adults passed by, and they were a little surprised when they saw it, and they couldn't squeeze in. After a dozen, they heard that there were some candies that children liked in the shop, and then they saw the first child coming out, holding a few thin bamboo sticks in their hands. Signs are tied with patterned sugar.

Take a closer look, there are words on the candy, a round bear head, and something with dots. Such tricks can be made on such a small candy, no wonder these children are so fascinated.

After making the candy for the first day, Li Maoxian took it to Qiu's shopkeeper's house, went to the county town by himself, gave the burden to his second son at Huichuntang, and went to the street to buy hawthorns before returning.

When Li Qingzhuo arrived in the backyard, he opened the hot bundle. Inside were clean clothes and a greased paper bag. When he opened it, he found small squares in the bag, which should be homemade candy.

Li Qingzhuo picked up the candy and looked at it carefully for a moment, but he didn't want to eat it, so he wrapped it up again.

Li Qingwen and the others stayed at home and continued to make candy. The wind in the morning was getting harder and harder, and the crops in the field would be harvested in three to five days. It would be better to make these candy as soon as possible.

When Li Maoxian came back from the county seat, as soon as he entered the village, several people greeted him, "Uncle, when will your family take over the land?"

Li Maoxian glanced at them. All these people grow sweet sorghum in their homes. It should not be a coincidence that they met together, and said, "The day after tomorrow."

Knowing the date, a few people didn't ask any more questions, and walked away with a smile.

Li Qingwen's family made candy for another day, and the fragrance attracted everyone on this street. There were several old people sitting at the door. Mrs. Chen grabbed a plate of maltose and sent it outside. Come on, watch the kids eat.

Not all the maltose made yesterday was sent away, and there were some noodles that Li Qinghong sent to those few shops in the morning. I didn't expect two catties of noodles to return half a basket of sugar. People who were reluctant to take out food before were very surprised.

With his mouth full, Li Qingyong licked the hard candy with his tongue, and went to Li Qingwen's house with a basket covered with a cloth, "Auntie, try the steamed cake my grandma made this morning."

Why didn't Mrs. Chen know that this was a thank you gift for making candy, and said: "Your grandma is too out of touch. I didn't make it for you on purpose, but just conveniently. She even asked you to send something."

Li Qingyong was eating happily, and said: "Auntie, wait until I finish eating before bringing over the noodles."

"Okay, as long as your mother nods." Mrs. Chen readily agreed, and took out the cakes in the basket, and put in a plate of hawthorn rolls.

Seeing the glowing red hawthorn roll, Li Qingyong wanted to taste what it tasted like, but he was afraid of being beaten by his mother, so he didn't stay at Li Qingwen's house any longer, so he rushed back.

When he arrived at his own home, there was nothing to be ashamed of. Li Qingyong took out the hawthorn roll from the basket and took a bite, the haw dripped down the corner of his mouth.

Li Qingyong's mother was feeding the pigs, and when she saw him eating, she walked up to her and saw her son's mouth drooling like his paralyzed uncle and grandma, she was startled, and cried out in a crying voice: "My son!" Ah, you, what's wrong with you?"

Swallowing the hawthorn roll in his mouth, Li Qingyong unfolded his wrinkled face and said, "Mother, try this, it's sweet and sour...ah, mother, why did you hit me?!"

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped heavily on the back. Li Qingyong jumped up and screamed in pain, still feeling wronged, he looked up and saw his mother's cold face, felt something was wrong, immediately put the basket on the car next to him, and ran away.

Li Qingyong's mother clutched his jumping chest, and shouted at his son's back: "Don't come back for dinner, if you dare to enter the house, see if I don't beat you to death!"

Knowing that Dad was thinking about sorghum syrup, Li Qingwen was also thinking about it.

Syrup is good for candied fruit, but the whole village grows sweet sorghum, and the county town may not be able to digest so much. It would be great if we could make a kind of food that consumes more syrup...

Li Qingwen began to think about the sweets he had eaten, and then thought of Shaqima.

The Shaqima he ate when he was a child was not packaged in the supermarket, but freshly made in the market.He remembered clearly that the mother-in-law outside the town market cut the noodles into thin slices and deep-fried them in a frying pan. A large pile could be made at one stroke. Compacted, then cut into chunks.

Li Qingwen told his mother and sister-in-law how to do it, and when making candy the next day, he still left a large bowl of syrup.

All the oil in the house is poured into the pot, but it is still only a fist higher than the bottom of the pot. There is not much oil, so you can only fry less at a time.

I usually save oil at home, just use a cloth dipped in oil to wipe the pan, and get some oil stars. Only during New Years and holidays and guests will put more oil. Now the oil pan is hot, and the noodles are deep-fried. The fragrance immediately dissipated with the popping sound.

Li Zhengliang ran back smelling the scent, twitched his nose, and shouted, "New Year's Eve!"

Three catties of noodles were fried, and all the syrup was poured in, mixed well with chopsticks, then put on a wooden board and pulled apart, put a shovel on it and pressed hard, and it will be formed soon.

After frying, Mrs. Chen scooped the oil back into the jar, and put it in later cooking.

There is no special mold at home, this Shaqima is not flat, but it tastes good after cutting.

"Delicious!" Li Qingfeng swallowed a palm-sized piece in two bites, and licked the syrup on his fingers after eating, very satisfied.

"It's both oily and sugary, so it's hard to think it's delicious." Li Qinghong sighed, sucking the sweetness in his mouth.

Li Maoxian took a bite, shared the rest with the two grandsons, nodded and said: "This food is good, not worse than the dim sum in the county at all."

Li Qingwen smiled, "This is actually simple, that is, everyone is reluctant to use oil. In fact, it doesn't consume much oil. A large bowl of oil can fry a lot."

Mrs. Chen nodded and said yes, she put away the oil just now, and it really didn't waste too much. The ones in the pot were just used for stewing vegetables, and they could also add some oil and water to the family.

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