Savage Fortune Little Landlord

Chapter 199 Seems to have failed

It was a good night's dream, and early the next morning, the crowd divided into two groups, half collecting grass stalks and half stopping construction.

Qingmei and the others had experience in making leaky barrels with solid bottoms and piercing holes, and they didn’t need Xia Weiwei’s supervision at all. With Xia Weiwei’s group of people, they started making them, and there were many people, whether it was a gravity sheet or a lever, a pot and a stove. , the sugar molds were made very quickly, and in the afternoon, when the sun began to go west, all the utensils were ready.

"Uncle Lanyu, Uncle Pingshan, take all the uncles and aunts to peel the grass stamens."

"Uncle Asong, uncle with bent feet, take all the uncles and mothers to break open the stamens."

"Uncle Chamois, Uncle Adong, you are in charge of squeezing the juice. Uncle Aniu, you are in charge of cooking, Uncle Grape Tree, Uncle Rehe, you are in charge of transporting the grass stems, and those in Qingbu are in charge of collecting fuel."

Everyone has eyesight, not to mention Aoki's saying, "Leave the cooking of sugar to the children".

Hearing Xia Weiwei's arrangement, no one said anything else, just do what should be done, and help what should be done.

When the first bucket of grass stamens was filled, the chamois led a group of men and listened to Xia Weiwei's order to press one gravity piece after another onto the grass stamens in the leaky bucket.

The ceramic gravity sheet weighing two hundred kilograms is not only round but also smooth, and the distance between it and the leaky barrel is very small. If you lift it, you will have no way to start it.

It is easy to move with a lever, and two people can easily lift it. With the help of another person, the chamois can concentrate on adjusting the distance and place the gravity sheet perfectly in the leaky bucket without bumping.

"This, this, this..."

Seeing the juice squeezed out of the leaky bucket all the way, and finally from the big disc at the bottom of the leaky bucket to the deep bucket buried deep in the ground, A-Dong was so excited that he lost his voice.

"I didn't expect the gravity film to be so powerful, Wei Wei, why don't you just peel the grass stamens directly?" Chamois suggested, "The process of smashing the early stamens will be saved, and the speed of peeling the grass stamens will be faster."

Looking from the bright white grass juice in the deep bucket to the chamois's uncontrollable excited face, Xia shook his head slightly: "If the grass stamens are not crushed, the gap between the grass stamens will be very large. Fill these gaps and add at least two or three more gravity sheets. If you add too many gravity sheets, the leaky bucket and the drip tray may not be able to bear it."

If the leaky bucket and the water tray can't bear it, Xia Weiwei doesn't need to say anything about what will happen. Once Xia Weiwei said this, the chamois immediately lost the mood to hurry up, and A-Dong, he directly divided the tribe into two One share, one help Lan Yu and the others peel the grass stamens, and the other help A Song and the others smash them.

Seeing that A-Dong dispatched the extra staff, A Niu, who was waiting for cooking, looked at Xia Weiwei.

Thinking of such a scene early in the morning, Xia Weiwei was not polite: "Uncle A Niu, first let everyone help Uncle Lan Yu and the others."

The people from the cow department had helped Lan Yu before, but A Song and the others, seeing that a bucket of grass pistils could not squeeze out half a bucket of grass juice, there was nothing else to say.

"No need to add any more." Seeing that the grass juice was no longer flowing in the gap, Xia Xiaowei called to stop.

Originally, the chamois wanted to press it again, Xia Weiwei called out, and after a little hesitation, he pulled up the straw rope that bound the gravity sheet.

He took out what was put up, and after all the gravity sheets were removed, he pulled the four straw ropes fixed to the notch on the edge of the leaky bucket and tied them to the lifting rope.

Compared with pouring in one basket after another, this taking is not too simple and easy.

Poking at the hardened residue, the chamois had only one thought.

"If a person lowers his head, he will probably turn into a lump of meat."

Xia Weiwei: "..."

How could he have such dark thoughts?

Stared at by Xia Weiwei's eyes that you can really think about, the chamois smiled dully: "You're joking, you're joking, Wei Wei, don't be afraid."

At this moment, Xia Weiwei could neither say that she was not afraid, nor could she say that she was. Seeing Ah Song yelling at everyone to bring the broken grass stamens, she quickly backed away.

I have never done this kind of thing before, Xia Weiwei didn't dare to be careless when boiling grass juice, a bucket of grass juice was directly divided into two pots.

Let A Niu add to the fire, Xia slightly turned the wooden stick in his hand and kept stirring.

Today's long-stemmed grass has very little moisture, and its sweetness is much higher than when it was eaten for the first time, and the burnt aroma penetrates the nose after a while.

"Uncle Ah Niu, retreat a little."

"Uncle Ah Niu, the fire is getting smaller."

The two people ordered by A Niu were very transparent. Seeing Xia Weiwei kept stirring, the uncle who was in charge of the grass juice in the pot also kept stirring. A Niu also moved back some grass behind the firepit that A Niu was in charge of.

Afterwards, Xia Weiwei followed every order of A Niu. No matter how big the flame in A Niu's fire pit was, the fire in the fire pit he was in charge of would be kept as big as possible.

"Wei Wei, there are two more buckets." A-Dong brought grass juice.

Staring closely at the syrup in the pot, Xia Weiwei said, "Leave it for now."

If the sugar can't be boiled, at least the grass juice can be drunk.

Xia Weiwei, who cooks sugar for the first time, relies on her feelings, and these feelings are all based on the small videos she watched in her spare time.

When the grass juice on the side of the pot turned from burnt yellow to burnt black, Xia Weiwei jumped, thinking that it should be about the same after a few minutes of boiling.

"Remove the fire, Uncle A Niu, hurry up, remove, all, all, empty the ashes."

Xia Weiwei has always been gentle and polite to everyone, not many people in the Qingbu have heard such an impatient bluffing voice.

Hearing her series of yells, everyone stopped their movements to look.

The scent of sugar permeating the air became more and more intense, and as Xia Weiwei and the two quickly stirred, the sweet scent was tinged with a hint of bitterness.

Seeing the sugar juice turn black at a speed visible to the naked eye, Xia Weiwei's heart ached in both throats.

Glancing, she wanted to take a look at the pot next door, but when she took a look, her complexion became even darker.

The sugar juice in the pan next door was darker than that on her side.

"What to do, what to do, what to do~~~"

After yelling out a series of what to do, Xia Weiwei, whose mind was blank, looked around, and when she caught sight of the clean water that was placed aside to prevent scalding, she waved a large spoon.

"Scoop, Uncle, scoop, scoop the sugar juice into the water."

Influenced by Xia Weiwei's eagerness, the man followed suit without hesitation.

"Fetch water, bring some water in~"

The ceramic pot is very thick, it is not easy to heat it up, and it is not easy to cool it down.

Even when the firepit was cleaned of ashes, the color of the sugar in the cauldron continued to deepen.

When the runny, transferable juices are scooped off, the caramel stains along the sides of the pan more quickly.

At that second, Xia Weiwei didn't think about it at all, but the solution was formed without any hindrance.

The syrup scooped into the bucket quickly cooled and agglomerated after encountering cold water, and under the condition of huge density, these sugar lumps fell rapidly, and the water on the surface of the bucket was not mixed with sugar lumps. Pour the water warmed by the sugar cubes into the cauldron.

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(End of this chapter)