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Chapter 69 Eat candy! (Seeking for collection)
We've been making trouble for a long time, and this kid is here making maltose!
No wonder it’s sticky with both rice and wheat seedlings!
"Two plates of wheat sprouts have been put into this pot, and there are eight more at home, but it will be enough to keep busy for a while..." Sun Jianping said to himself, "Uncle Zhang, please light the fire. If it is too hot and the fermentation is not good, you won't be able to make much. Sugar.”

"Just keep your heart in your stomach, your Uncle Zhang has figured this out for you!"

Zhang Ziyi looked at the wooden barrel sitting in warm water slowly waiting for fermentation, and slapped his thigh suddenly!
What a good boy, you are so damn scheming!

No wonder he kept trying to do this and that for the New Year's Fair, because he wanted to sell this thing on the fair!
Look at this guy's brain!
No cure!
The sky is getting dark, the stars are blinking playfully, and only a little red light shines next to the stove.

When they learned that Sun Jianping was making maltose, all the children in the village ran over, sat in a circle around the warm stove, and stretched their necks to peer into the pot.

"Brother, when can I eat sweets?"

Sun Jianping tore off the paper sealing the barrel, picked up a shovel and pressed it down, and juice like rice soup oozed out from inside.

almost!

He lifted the iron bucket out of the pot and placed it on a small bench beside him. He scooped out the warm water in the pot and poured it out. "Wait, brother will let you eat sweets in a minute!"

"Uh-huh!"

The weather was very cold, and the children's little faces were all red from the cold, and their bright eyes were staring at him, full of expectation.

"Uncle Zhang, is the gauze ready? Bring it over!"

"Yup!"

The completely fermented mixture in the iron bucket was scooped out by gourds and put into a bag made of gauze. Comrade Zhang simply threw off his old sheepskin coat, rolled up his sleeves, pinched the gauze and smoothed it down with his big hands like cattail fans. I saw milky white juice flowing out, not a drop was wasted, it all fell into the bucket below.

A few naughty children came over, dipped their fingers in the juice and stuffed it into their mouths, shaking their heads, "It's not sweet either!"

"Silly boy, how can it be sweet without boiling it?"

Zhang Ziyi smiled heartily and rubbed the child's little head.

As for the remaining residue, Zhang Ziyi did not let go, wrapped it in gauze, picked up a stone and pressed it on it. Under the heavy pressure, the milky white juice slowly flowed out again, and dripped into the wooden barrel.

Sun Jianping suddenly remembered a word!

Knock on the bones and suck out the marrow!

Uncle Zhang is so cruel!

A large iron bucket was filled with the mixture, and most of the milky white juice was squeezed out. Sun Jianping brushed the pot again and again, then poured the squeezed juice back into the pot, pulled two pieces of wood and stuffed them into the stove, and began to boil sugar.

There was a blazing fire under the stove, and the juice in the pot bubbled up. Its color also changed from milky white to golden, and became thicker and thicker.

"It's okay, quite successful!"

Zhang Ziyi picked up the shovel and kept turning the syrup that gradually thickened in the pot. This is the maltose produced after the reaction between wheat seedlings and glutinous rice!

A faint fragrance slowly wafted in, and the children all stood up and stood on tiptoe to look at the viscous objects in the pot that were gradually changing color. They were all so greedy that they swallowed their saliva.

"Can grandpa eat it?" a little guy with a runny nose urged anxiously.

"Bring some cold water here!" Zhang Ziyi ordered, and a child ran away without a trace. After a while, he brought a ladle of cold water with ice in it and handed it to him, "Here, cold water!"

Zhang Ziyi used a shovel to scrape up a little sticky syrup and put it into cold water. The maltose hardened quickly when exposed to water. He took out the shovel and broke off the solidified and cooled sugar cubes. "Come and open your mouth!"

"what……"

The sweet maltose melts slowly on the tip of the tongue, and the little guy has a happy smile on his face!
Really delicious!
"I also want!"

"I want it too!" The children were noisy and scrambled for it. Sun Jianping coughed, "Sit down and come one by one!"

After a long period of boiling, all the water in the pot was finally boiled away, leaving only a lump of golden and translucent maltose.

"Jianping bring a plate over here!"

The weather was very cold, but Zhang Ziyi was so hot that he was sweating. He used a shovel to shovel the syrup into a pile, pulled his neck and shouted.

Sun Jianping hurriedly brought over a cleaned wooden square plate and sprinkled it with a layer of water to prevent adhesion.

These square plates were made into tofu some time ago, and now they have been repurposed as containers for maltose.

Snapped!
A lump of syrup the size of a melon fell heavily into the square plate. It spread out softly and stickyly, emitting steaming heat. It quickly condensed into lumps and hardened rapidly in the evening at more than 30 degrees below zero.

The children all raised their little faces, looking expectantly at the golden transparent solid on the plate, and swallowed their saliva with greed.

Three minutes later, Sun Jianping poked it with his finger and felt that the maltose had completely cooled down. Then he picked up the shovel and drew many horizontal and vertical lines on the surface of the maltose, then turned it upside down and broke it with his hands.

Accompanied by a crisp and sweet cracking sound, the whole piece of maltose was divided into small equal pieces, which emitted a golden light against the firelight. The children's eyes widened and they stretched out their little hands one by one, eager to try.

"Line up and don't grab a piece from each person!"

Sun Jianping gave the maltose broken into small pieces to the children. The children took it, stuck out their tongues and licked it, with sweet smiles on their little faces that were red from the cold.

Zhang Ziyi sat by the stove, looking at the children eating sweets, a softness flashed in his eyes.

"Uncle Zhang, please try it too!"

Sun Jianping picked up two large pieces and handed them to the helpers Zhang Ziyi and Li Xiuzhi. Zhang Ziyi took them, licked them, and nodded with satisfaction, "It's delicious. It's better than the ones made by big restaurants in the provincial capital!"

"What Jianping learns will be what he does, and what he does will make him successful. In the future, I will be satisfied if these two little guys in our family can be half as successful as him." Li Xiuzhi was reluctant to eat it, so she broke the maltose in half and gave it to the two precious eggs, licking them He smiled at the remaining sugar residue on his fingers.

"Thank you, brother, brother is the best!" Xiao Wuyue licked the maltose, so happy that her little heart almost flew up!

Zhang Ziyi also laughed, "How much more surgery does Jianping need?"

"We still have a lot of rice at home. Do we still need to steam and stick rice?" Li Xiuzhi interjected.

"Yup!"

"By the way, Jianping, I remember that big restaurants in the city used to make this thing. Where did you learn it?" Zhang Ziyi threw the maltose into his mouth, rubbed the remaining sugar juice that stuck to his fingers, and asked him.

"I studied it myself by reading books."

In the mill, the stone mill started to rotate again, and the second pot of maltose began to be made!

It was late at night, and the children who were waiting by the stove to eat sweets were all too sleepy. They were taken back to sleep by their parents. Only Sun Jianping stayed by the stove, watching the jumping flames, taking a bite and simmering. I made maltose, my thoughts were deep, swaying like a duckweed with wings, and I almost fell asleep in a daze.

The frost came down, and a thin layer of frost stuck to his eyebrows, hair, cotton coat and work shoes. The fire in the stove became weaker and weaker, and finally there was a pop and a burst of sparks.

Everything returns to darkness.

"Jianping, wake up! How can this kid fall asleep in the wild..." Zhang Ziyi ran over and woke him up. Sun Jianping yawned and woke up, "Uncle Zhang asked you to go back and rest, didn't you? Why are you here again?"

　Please pursue reading, pursue reading, oh oh oh!
　　Listening to books seems to count as reading.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)