The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 367 Boiled Brown Sugar
After Chen Bei left the altar, he walked around the tribe, first to understand the changes in the tribe this month, and second, to relax, because he was very blocked.

It was late autumn at this time, and the weather was getting colder by the day, and it would snow soon.

The crops in the field have been harvested, and only a small number of vegetables are still in the field. Before the snow falls, these vegetables will also be harvested and put into the cellar for storage.

The Mang tribe has now dug a lot of cellars, and these cellars are very large. Tuber grains and vegetables can be stored in the cellars. If they are done well, they can be stored in the spring of next year.

In the vegetable field, there were still people busy, and they were members of the planting team.

Yan is becoming less and less like a warrior, no different from those old farmers Chen Bei met in his previous life.

With tanned skin, chapped palms, and a vicissitudes of face, with a stone pick in his hand, he worked very skillfully.

"rock!"

Chen Bei yelled, Yan immediately raised his head, and seeing that it was Chen Bei, he immediately walked over in surprise.

Even at this time, he still did not forget to put the hoe away, and wiped his dirty hands on his body.

"Boss, you are finally healed."

Chen Bei nodded and said, "I'm worrying everyone, have all the grain in the field been taken back? How is the harvest?"

"Yes, they were all taken back, and the harvest was okay. It would have been even better if there hadn't been that strong wind, but the red cones, yams, and those taros were not affected much."

Chen Bei nodded, and then he suddenly thought, this land seems to be planted with sugar cane, right?

"Where's the sugarcane here? Why didn't you see any sugarcane heads?"

Yan explained: "Didn't the leader say before that we need to use these sugarcanes to boil sugar, so I let them all be piled up in the cellar. When we harvested sugarcane, we were afraid of waste, so we uprooted it, so there were no sugarcane heads."

The members of the Mang tribe are really strong!

Chen Bei was a little speechless, he thought he was cutting it from the root, but he didn't expect them to pull it out directly.

But this is also good, there are almost no wounds on the sugar cane, and it is more resistant to storage.

Hearing Yan mentioned sugarcane boiled sugar, Chen Bei's heart moved. Sugar is a good thing. It is said that eating sugar can make people happy. He was worried about how to make Qingzhu feel better. How about making some brown sugar from sugarcane for her?
"Which cellar is the sugar cane in? Take me to see it."

"Yes!"

Yan put away his things, and then led Chen Bei to the cellar.

The cellars of the Mang tribe are located near the north, where the soil layer is relatively thick and the terrain is relatively high, which is suitable for digging cellars.

Along the way, all the clansmen who saw Chen Bei greeted Chen Bei excitedly. The restlessness caused by Chen Bei's poisoning gradually calmed down with Chen Bei's appearance.

Chenbei is really important to the Mang tribe, just like what Qingzhu said, the Mang tribe can live without witches, but they cannot live without Chenbei.

After coming to the cellar, Yan opened the cover of the cellar, let it ventilate for a while, and then people enter with the oil lamp on. If the oil lamp goes out, they need to exit immediately.

This is also the rule set by Chen Bei. He didn't explain why he had to quit when the oil lamp went out. He just needed to set the rule and ask everyone to abide by it.

After getting out of the cellar, Yan held the oil lamp and walked ahead, telling Chen Bei about the food stored in the cellar as he walked.

"Here is the palm potato, and there is taro, with sugar cane in it."

The cellar is very large, and there are quite a lot of things stored in it, but Chen Bei is most concerned about the sugar cane. He has night vision ability, even without an oil lamp, he can see the sugar cane piled up into a hill at a glance.

The skins of these sugarcanes have turned purple, indicating that they are fully mature and have accumulated a lot of sugar, and it is a whole root, only the leaves and excess roots are chopped off.

"Look, chief, this is the sugar cane we harvested. Only one-tenth of it is hidden in this cellar, and some are in other cellars."

Because it is the first time to grow sugarcane and has no experience at all, Yan can only put these sugarcanes into different cellars and store them in different ways to see which method is most suitable.

For example, the sugarcane in this cellar is only covered with sugarcane leaves. So far, it seems that there is no problem.

Chen Bei picked up a sugar cane, broke it with his bare hands, then tore the skin of the sugar cane with his teeth, took a bite, nodded, and said, "Not bad, it's very sweet."

"How much does the leader need? I'll take someone to move to your yard."

Chen Bei said: "No, I'll try it first, I don't need a lot, I will do it myself."

Chen Bei simply wound the sugarcane leaves that were still green in color into straw ropes, then tied twenty pieces of sugarcane, and carried them to the outside of the cellar.

After leaving the cellar, Chen Bei carried the sugar cane all the way back to his yard and put the sugar cane on the ground.

Chen Bei found a large pottery basin, washed it clean, and put it on the table.

Then, he cleaned the sugar canes one by one and dried them.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Bei began to twist the sugar cane with his bare hands. With his strength, he did not need to make cumbersome tools for squeezing sugar cane juice.

"Slag slag..."

Chen Bei broke off a piece of sugarcane with bare hands, put it on top of the clay pot, and then twisted it hard, the hard sugar cane turned into a twist, and the deformed sugarcane skin directly squeezed out the sugarcane juice inside and flowed onto the pot.

Chen Bei kept repeating this action, and the twenty sugar canes were quickly squeezed dry, and the clay pot was also filled.

"Since you want to boil sugar, why not cook more."

Chen Bei cut down a row of sugar cane that he had planted in the yard. Because these sugar canes grew in Chenbei's yard, no one dared to cut them down. Now they are still growing well, but the leaves have turned yellow. Full of sugar.

Chen Bei also washed and peeled the sugarcane, and then squeezed the juice. He got a clay pot of sugarcane juice with a strong fragrance and sweetness.

Afterwards, Chen Bei poured the sugarcane juice into the bronze pot. The bronze pot is also the latest product, and the quantity is now scarce, so the first sip was naturally sent to Chen Bei.

Bronze pots are thinner, so they heat up faster than stone pots or pottery tripods, and you don't have to wait too long for cooking.

Under the firepower of briquettes, soon, the sugar cane juice in the bronze pot boiled and kept bubbling.

Chen Bei used a clean stick to stir continuously, and the water vapor was evaporated bit by bit during the cooking process.

This is a very long process, and it is necessary to master the temperature of the fire. At the beginning, the fire can be a little higher, and then it needs to be boiled slowly on a low fire. Don't rush, otherwise it will burn.

Chen Bei just stirred and boiled, until the sugarcane juice boiled into a thick red syrup, which could hardly be stirred, and he took the bronze pot away from the fire.

After a while, the viscous syrup gradually cooled and condensed into lumps.

After so much sugarcane juice is boiled into syrup, it only has about one-sixth of brown sugar.

After the brown sugar was completely condensed and cooled, Chen Bei shoveled the sugar into small pieces with a shovel, and tasted it himself.

The sweet taste pervades the mouth, and there is a faint smell, which is the taste of brown sugar!
"Not bad, very sweet."

Chen Bei packed the brown sugar in jars, kept a small jar for himself, and sent the rest to Qingzhu.

They sent them together, as well as the dinner that Chen Bei had prepared while waiting for the brown sugar to cool down.

Chen Bei entered the yard, put the brown sugar at the door of the main house, and shouted inside: "In the jar is the brown sugar I made for you, and the rice is also here, eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold. "

"Boss, I can do it myself, don't give it away next time." Qingzhu couldn't help but said.

"You eat first and then talk."

Chen Bei was worried that Qingzhu would not come out here, so he left and closed the gate of the yard.

In the main house, Qingzhu listened with bated breath, and after confirming that Chenbei had left, she quietly opened the door and took the food and the can of brown sugar in.

She closed the door again and took a sip of the food. Sure enough, it still tasted familiar, and it was still so delicious.

Then, she opened the clay pot again, took out a piece of brown sugar from it, first sniffed it curiously, and then put it in her mouth.

The brown sugar melted in her mouth, and the sweetness brought a pleasant smile on her face.

"Thank you."

Qingzhu said softly.Afterwards, she carefully put the jar of brown sugar away and kept it to eat slowly.

　Thanks to "book friend 20210316170818568" for the reward of 200 book coins.

　　Thanks to the book friend "Looking at the Rain and Listening to the Flowers with the Wind" for the 100 book coins rewarded.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)