Don’t panic when farming, my whole family has golden fingers

Chapter 110 Chapter 110: Unexpected
"Wow, what a sweet aroma, Sister Tian Nier, I put roasted chestnuts in my pocket while you were talking, and I gave them to you to eat. Do you smell the fragrance?" Li Xiang asked.

"Ha! You still have me in your heart, you little clever ghost. Just now we were all thinking about picking things quickly, but we didn't stop to enjoy the fruits of our labor. It was a big mistake." Huatian laughed at himself.

"Where is it? You said that you are too involved. The chestnuts here have been roasted for a long time. They should be pink and glutinous. They must be delicious." Li Xiang said.

Huatian smiled and said, "Haha, you can comfort others, you little elf, my sister really likes you. If you wrap it in caramel and make it into sugar-fried chestnuts, it will be even sweeter."

"Stir-fried chestnuts in sugar? Are they so expensive? I've never eaten sugar, is it sweet?" Li Xiang put his finger on the corner of his mouth and thought.

"Sister Xiaoxiang, it's sugar, it must be sweet. Have you ever eaten honey? Beets? Or the sweetness you feel on your tail when you eat chestnuts. It's that sweet feeling." Yuan sister explained.

"Our place is not suitable for the growth of sugarcane. The southern land where the king of Yu is located is suitable for the growth of sugarcane. Sugarcane can be made into sucrose. Stir-fried chestnuts with sucrose are very fragrant, and can draw out the original sweetness of chestnuts." Huatian explained.

"Next time I'll make white sugar. I'll ask Uncle Dong to bring it to you when he comes to transport wood. Now we eat fruit that's sweet, but it's also sweet." Hua Tian was peeling chestnut shells in one hand, and the roasted chestnuts were toasted. Press hard in the middle to make a crack, because the water is baked off, it is easier to peel, if it is boiled, uh, then you can only rely on your teeth.

Pointing to the persimmon tree, Huatian, Li Xiang and the big guys all said.

"What is white sugar? Isn't sucrose all brown?" Cousin Xian, who followed, probably said little at first because it was her first time with the team.

Huatian felt that it was really embarrassing for her cousin, she was chattering non-stop, and she had to act reserved in front of everyone, but fortunately she was not born in a real ancient family.

If Dad dared to make her feel bound and unable to be her true self freely, let alone her unwillingness, my mother would be the first to be unwilling too.

She has studied psychology, so she never suppresses the positive nature of children, but she will give them the right guidance. It cannot be said that you are cheerful and extroverted, and it is self-willed to smash other people's window vases just because you are playful. , is not a positive extroversion, and extroversion doesn't say that you can't be careful. My mother pays attention to stability, Yan Jin.

So my mother will tell her that when she is extroverted, she must restrain herself from doing something she shouldn't do. First of all, she must have a correct view of right and wrong.

"Ha! I almost forgot that cousin, you are an expert. There is a kind of sucrose that is as white as snow, which is white sugar." Huatian said.

"Is there this kind of candy?" Sister Xian thought that her memory had gone wrong.

"I saw it in a book." Hanada said again.

"Oh, no wonder, cousin, don't think about it, what you read may not be accurate. It may be imagined by the editor. It may not be counted." Sister Xian persuaded.

"No, she writes clearly and clearly, and she has written all the steps clearly. If you have the opportunity to try it, you will know it? If you don't try anything, you don't count. Time is the only criterion for testing the truth." Huatian said.

"What you said is so interesting. Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth. It seems to be such a truth! What you think, say, and write doesn't count, but what you do can count. Is that what you mean?" Cai Sixian asked.

"Well, that's what it means. Brother Shuanzi, are you ready?" Huatian asked.

"Okay, is that so?" Shuanzi showed Huatian the sharpened fork.

I saw that the fork was simply cut in half on the bamboo head with a knife, and a gap of about one to three fingers was pulled out by manpower.

At that time, as long as the fork is aimed at the branch, it is stuck and rotated once or twice, and the fruit can be rotated down together with the branch, but this method will hurt the branch.

However, as long as there is sufficient rain and the mountains have natural nutrients, next year, the big tree will be able to re-grow strong branches, blossom and bear fruit.

This is the tenacious vitality of the grass and wood elves.

The grass on Liliyuan grows every year, withering and flourishing, the wild fire is endless, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Compared with climbing a tree and accidentally falling down and getting injured, the stakes are obvious.

"That's right, if you want to be fast, you can make a few more, so that you don't have to be tired and slow by yourself." Huatian said.

"Okay, I brought five pieces of bamboo and rope, just put them together." Shuanzi said.

So a few people went to make forks again, and the bamboo they brought was only five one-meter-long ones, and the pieces they spliced ​​were all suitable wood they had just found.

With the knotting method taught by my father, I can make the splicing joint very stable.

After they were done, they started to fork the persimmons. Huatian ate the chestnuts in his mouth, listening to the sound of the persimmons being knocked down one by one, and felt that the small days were so quiet and beautiful, so good.

It's just that this kind of comfort didn't last long, and the thing I least wanted to happen happened unexpectedly.

Before they knew it, the persimmons on the tree were wiped out. When everyone was counting and bagging the harvest, the sound of "knock, knock, hang, hang" came to their ears.

Everyone followed the reputation, and the mother wild boar came out of the mountain with four little wild boars.

Huatian and all the team members reflexively grabbed the bows and arrows on their backs, and Cousin Xian quickly hid behind Huatian.She doesn't know how to shoot arrows, she just wants to go up the mountain to see the fruit picking.

"Captain, meat!" Sister Yuan shouted excitedly.

Chen Xing had a stern face, and was directly defeated by Sister Yuan's words.

Huatian arranged in an orderly manner, "Hou Zai, you take my cousin back to the stockade first, and when you get to the edge of the stockade, you will blow the whistle, let my cousin go back by herself, and then you will come back to support, cousin, hurry back and talk to your uncle, my father, and Dong. Uncle reported a few times, saying that there are one big, four small and five wild boars, come quickly."

Watching the two of them leave, Huatian thought to himself: Good guy, you can stock up on meat and go on the road again. You can eat or not to celebrate last night, and you can replenish it once now, and you can last to the ground!

"Those little ones, try to capture them alive. The gilts will be kept for breeding. Piggy will also see what my father wants. This sow is a strong enemy, let me do whatever it takes. Come on! I'm in charge of the eyes." Huatian said again.

"I'm also in charge of the eyes!" Chen Xing also said.

"I, I can crush it to death." Li Zhuang said.

"No, you have to wait until we shoot it through, otherwise it will be easy for its hundreds of catties to carry your side that weighs less than one hundred catties. Don't take risks. If you want to do it, you have to wait. This job It's safer to wait for the adults to come." Huatian stopped it directly.

So the division of labor is detailed, you are in charge of the pork legs, and I am in charge of the pig's buttocks, and they started shooting randomly.

　My God, Guangdong, which had no heating at one time, originally wanted to keep six and eight, but now it looks like four and five at most, crying
　　
　
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