Author: Winter Moon

"Fu'er, there's not much candy?"

Looking at the malt sugar that was already placed in the wooden basin, Wu Qiang had a little bit of sauce. So much wheat and rice, just so much sugar came out, where can I make money?

“It’s different from what’s sold on the street.”

Bai Changfu was fixing the shelf that wanted to pull candy for a while, and said happily, "This is not done yet, you will know what's going on later."

"Fu'er, are the peanuts and sesame seeds ready?"

He likes the ones that add peanuts the most. They taste delicious and are tired in the field. If they throw them into their mouths, they feel strong.

Bai Fu'er was sifting peanuts with rice sieve. The fried peanuts that had been rubbed and peeled off were very fragrant. Po Li had already set up the table and put the glutinous rice flour she wanted to use.

Bai Fang'er carefully wrote down all these, and soon Bai Fu'er said that the candy was almost done.

Bai Changfu, a person who had only had one experience, began to teach Wu Qiang's skills to pull candy. Wu Qiang looked at it for a while and sighed while pondering the key points, "It's strange, this has changed color, and more and more."

Bai Fu'er couldn't explain to them what air superposition was, so she could only choose not to speak, and a few kids sat on a bench and ate stir-frying candy.

Wu Qiang is more adept at this aspect than Bai Changfu. After a while, he actually felt decent. This time he was eating from his own family. He didn't say that he was not good at it. If you want to make money, you have to give others a chance to exercise.

"I should make some sloping stakes with a little slanted, which doesn't look very easy."

Wu Qiang was sweating all over his head, "Fu'er is right, it's not easy to do. He should be tilted upwards so that he can hook directly with a swing, and he can use skill."

After he had almost finished pulling, the maltose was quite long. The remaining Baifanger got on his hands, kneaded the sugar, stirred the sugar, and after some operation, the hills of maltose piles in the rice sieve on the table were as high as the hill.

Wu Qiang had eaten one piece, what do you think?

After being tired for so long, the candy is sweet and fragrant, and everything is worth it.

The couple participated in the whole process and understood the details thoroughly. Po Li immediately spoke, "Since you want to do it, go back and start preparing, and pack up today."

"I'm not relieved if Hua'er is still in the city to help you see the house."

Xiao Li was also very worried. Bai Fang'er planted a order of vegetables in the new house and bought a few chickens. Her flowers could only stay there to help take care of them. Although her father often went to sell medicinal materials recently and Wu Qiang was there, she was very worried.

It's just hard to say.

Xiao Cuicui heard that she was leaving as soon as she ate maltose. She didn't expect that at such a young age. She turned off the stool and hugged Baiguoer's legs, leaning her little face against her knees, and her meaning was self-evident.

Bai Fang'er was also worried about Huaer, so she quickly packed up her things, hugged Xiao Cuicui and coaxed her, and left before noon.

Bai Changqing followed him with silver on him, and he wanted to order sugarcane.

The big green mule, who was drooling in a greedy manner, finally got maltose and had no strength. The main reason was that she had been greedy for too long, and the two pieces of candy were really not satisfying her craving.

Bai Changfu also got busy with his two sons. To harvest rice, he had to prepare everything.

Po Li thought about it for a while and said to Xiao Li: "At that time, you three sisters-in-law will go to the grain drying ground to dry the millet, and Guoer and Fuer stay at home to help me cook."

When the family is important, no one can be lazy and not even two mules. They have to go to the fields to transport millet to the grain drying ground.

When he heard that he had to go to the field to work, the big mule stopped working and then surrendered under the temptation of adding two more pieces of maltose every day.

After two rains, the scorching sun was ushered in. The extremely humid rice fields were baked by the sun, and the heat waves surged upwards. But standing in the fields, the beads of sweat would soon cover their faces. The cicadas on the branches made the most harshest roar since summer, making people feel more and more hot.

At this time, the rice fields were filled with villagers walking barefoot in the fields with their legs rolled up, and they kept harvesting rice. While they were moving slowly, there were piles of rice piles like hills. Only when the laborers were about to push their own glutinous rice barrels into the fields, and began to harvest the most tiring part of the rice, threshing the rice.

The steak barrel is made of wood, tilted outward in four directions like a bowl. Grab a handful of rice stalks with rice ears, hold them high and slap them heavily on the edge of the steak barrel. The grains of millet fall into the barrel. Repeatedly, these strong laborers will often feel sore and uncomfortable in half a day, but they cannot stop until all the rice is threshed.

When the millet is full of a grain-mixed bucket, you have to put it into a basket and pick it up to the grain drying yard for cleaning and drying.

The wet millet of more than 100 kilograms, the strong laborers walked on the ridge of the field with their shoulder poles flashing and seemed to break at any time. The two mules from the hundreds of families were in great use, and walking on the ridge of the field with huge sacks of millet, attracting the envy of many people.

Someone straightened his waist and prepared to drink a sip of water, and said loudly: "Uncle Bai, your mule is so god, no one needs to lead it, you can only know the way yourself. You are all a strong laborer."

Two mules went back and forth on the ridges one by one, but did not delay work at all. People from hundreds of families just cut rice and mixed rice, saving a lot of effort.

Zhang Jinshun, Li family father, and Wen family father all came to help, and they were also envious, thinking whether they could borrow it and use it when they were waiting for them to collect it.

Bai Fu'er ran to take a look, then ran back quickly, sighing at the true meaning of hard work, and it was really difficult to eat this bowl of rice.

Po Li was very busy. Both granddaughters were very capable of making them. Qingqingniang was good at cooking, but she said she had to go to the fields, saying that there were only a few people in her family, so it would be better to take advantage of the hundreds of families like this.

Zhang Qingqing is already a wife who has not yet passed away from the family, so there is no reason to let others cook at this time.

It means she had to cook so much rice alone, and she was busy in the morning.

"Grandma, I suggest not to cook the dishes, it would be better to cook them all together."

"It's straight out of one pot and make it spicy and appetizing."

It's like a maocai.

"Then stew another bone soup. My uncle brought so many bones back, and it would smell bad if he didn't stew it."

"Just stew bean bone soup, the beans are stewed sour and fragrant."

Po Li also sighed at the cabbage and finally accepted her proposal, and lamented that the last time the wild boar came was not the same, so how wonderful it was to come at this time.

The oil bursts out from the slices of meat. Put down the onion, ginger and garlic, a large spoonful of spicy sauce made at home, add water and boil it, put down the dishes in turn, and cook a large pot of guruguru. After a while, the fragrance will dissipate.

The big bones were made of thick oil, which was absorbed by the beans and became more fragrant. Bai Fuer was so lucky that he picked out the big bones and put them aside, preparing to continue stewing tomorrow. There was still a lot of bone oil in it.
Chapter completed!