The blessing of the splendid farm family is married to the world

Chapter 32
The brown sugar is light brown with a fine sandy texture, and it fell apart when rubbed. An Xu scooped up a spoonful and put it in a bowl, intending to rinse it with boiling water and taste it.

However, when she put down the spoon to boil the water, she met An Chong's incredulous eyes.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

An Chong said directly: "I want to drink too."

An Xu laughed, scooped water into the pot, and with the sound of splashing water flowing into the pot, she said, "You put it yourself."

While she was boiling the water, Zong Che also got up, and saw An Chong squatting by the table, looking at the two bowls above, and there was a slightly red mass in the bowl.

"It's done?" Zong Che asked, although surprised, but also expected.

An Chong nodded, thought for a while, and asked, "Do you want to drink a bowl too?"

Zong Che went to get the bowl, and said at the same time, "Have you weighed it? How many catties is it?"

Only then did An Chong remember, but An's family didn't have a scale, nor did the neighbors on the left and right. He only borrowed a scale from a family who usually does some small business when he went to the village.

When I came back, I weighed it, and it weighed more than eight catties.

An Xu listened to the two teenagers discussing the weight of the brown sugar, and reminded: "Xiao Chong, how many catties of sugarcane did you cut yesterday?"

An Chong didn't know how many catties it was, but he knew how much he had cut. "More than half of that bundle was cut."

The sugar cane weighed one hundred and ten catties. An Xu got up and looked at the ones that were left, and estimated that An Chong cut six to seventy catties.

If more than eight catties of brown sugar are produced from sixty to seventy catties of sugarcane, it seems that the bagasse hammer of these sugarcane juices is not high. Another reason is that the rate of manual juicing may not be as high as that of professional squeezing equipment.

However, An Chong was very pleasantly surprised that he could make more than eight catties of brown sugar from so many sugar canes.

A catty of sugarcane can be sold for eight cents at most, even if these brown sugars are made from one hundred catties of sugarcane, they are only eight cents.

Here we will talk about the money exchange system of Ming Dynasty. One penny represents [-] centimeters, but there is no such currency unit as centimeters in life.

As for the inconvenience of transactions caused by the lack of this unit, it is not that the court officials are not concerned.

After listening to An Chong's analysis of the cost of brown sugar, An Xu thought about it and understood that after all, the yield of sugar cane is very large. You can see that An Dani only planted half an acre of land and harvested nearly two thousand catties.

These things are all water, and a bundle can weigh hundreds of catties.

It is not surprising that a hundred catties can only be sold for eight cents.After all, the current prices are only about two cents per catty of noodles.As a commercial crop, sugarcane cannot be higher than grain.

But how much is a pound of brown sugar?

Zong Che glanced at her and said, "The cheapest one costs six cents a catty."

Ah, this is simply huge profits.

But thinking of the labor it took to make a few catties of brown sugar, An Xu didn't think it was such a huge profit.

At this time, An Chong asked, "Can I sell brown sugar?"

"Of course," An Xu said, "You can do whatever you want, but you are still young, you can do it when you are not in school, but you have to study hard after school."

An Chong: I almost forgot that I always wanted to go to school.

Although it is tempting to make money making brown sugar, going to school is more important.What's more, he cut, beat and stirred cane juice yesterday, and when he woke up this morning, his arms were so sore that he could hardly lift them up.

Even if he wanted to make brown sugar, his body couldn't stand it.

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The water boiled, scooped out a ladle, and the misty boiled water rushed into the bowl, and the sandy brown sugar melted immediately, turning from beautiful hazel eyes to bright red.

An Xu took a small sip first, but the sweetness was not too high. I don't know if it was because the sugarcane was not sweet enough, or because she put less sugar in the water.

Thinking about it, An Xu stood up, dipped a little brown sugar in his mouth and tasted it.

Well, the sweetness is indeed a little low.

On the contrary, the two teenagers cherished this bowl of sugar water.

I don’t know how long I haven’t tasted such a fresh and pure sweetness.

While eating breakfast, An Chong was still immersed in a rather excited state, and when he finished eating, he took the initiative to wash the dishes.

The small trolley was placed by the wall of the main room where An Xu lived at this time. After a night of air drying, the pot and the stove and the stove in front of it that were pasted with river mud were solidified. Pressed with your fingers, they also became firm to a certain extent. .

But if you want to use it, let it dry for another day.

And yesterday she was busy tidying up the appearance of the trolley, and the wheels below have not been done yet.

An Xu walked around the small cart, thinking about going into the mountain again, picking a good piece of wood and grinding the wheels.If you want the stroller to be easier, the wheels must be carefully made.

An Chong came over at some point and said, "Aren't you going to be in the food business?"

"Yeah." An Xu nodded, looked at the boy and said, "I have something to say."

An Chong said: "I want to go to the city with you to sell brown sugar."

"Okay, but can you sell me two catties first?" An Xu smiled.

An Chong: "What do you want brown sugar for?" Besides, if you want to use it, you can still use it casually.

"You'll know in the evening." Putting down those words, An Xu walked out the door with an ax in hand.

In the evening, when the twilight fell, An Xu came out of the house with a heavy cloth bag in his arms.

An Chong, who was curious about what she wanted to do all day, hurriedly covered the steaming cloth, and today he boiled two large pots of sugarcane juice, and the process seemed more handy than yesterday.

When he ran over, he saw the yellow rice slowly pouring out of the cloth bag.

An Chong was puzzled, what could this do?
Pour the yellow rice into a basin, add clean water, pick out the bad seeds, and then scrub them clean. An Xu added two more ladles of clean water to soak.

"That's all right?" An Chong frowned, looking at the pot and then at An Xu.

An Xu said: "Let's soak it, it will be softer."

Zong Che is not curious about what An Xu is going to do, but he is more concerned about whether he can eat some of the things she wants to do business with tomorrow.

Therefore, on this day, Zong Che paid more attention to An Xu. Seeing that she washed a lot of red dates and boiled some pears, the sweet smell of uncooked food seemed to appear in her nose.

(End of this chapter)