The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 15 Making Sugar
When Han Qianluo saw this, he also understood that the sickly handsome man in front of him should be a second-generation official, and he was also a high-ranking official, at least an official older than the Fu Yin, otherwise it would be impossible to command the Fu Yin.

As for why Han Qianluo felt that he was the second generation of officials and not the first generation of officials, he looked so young and sickly, he really didn't look like the first generation of officials.

But Han Qianluo doesn't care about these things, she just thinks that this person is really a good person with a kind heart, not a bad person with no principles, but he will not be impersonal or ruthless.In short, from Han Qianluo's point of view, it's just one word, good!

"You saved me again." Han Qianluo felt a little embarrassed. Every time he saw him, he was bullied by others, which really didn't feel good.

"If you were injured just now, I'll take you to see a doctor." The man said.

"No, it's just a little pain, don't need to see a doctor." What Han Qianluo didn't say was, how could he, a poor man, afford such expensive medicine?

The man didn't insist on asking Han Qianluo to see a doctor, but said, "Then go to the teahouse over there and rest for a while."

This time Han Qianluo did not refuse, anyway, the wild vegetables were almost sold out, so he followed the man to a nearby teahouse.This is a very cheap teahouse, a one-story house with a shed outside. Looking at the brown linen clothes on the man, Han Qianluo felt that this man was really nice.

The two randomly found a table and sat down, and ordered two cups of the cheapest tea.

"My name is Han Qianluo. I don't know your name yet?" Han Qianluo asked with a smile. Exchanging names is the first step, and you will get familiar with them gradually.

The man seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said: "My surname is Liu, and the words follow."

Han Qianluo felt a little strange, why there were only words but no names, but this idea just passed in her mind, without attracting her attention.

Han Qianluo rested for a while, talked with Liu Xingzhi for a while, and then left.The next morning, Han Qianluo still went there to sell wild vegetables, and Mr. Lu didn't bother her again. He was still calm, but he didn't meet Liu Xingzhi, and Han Qianluo was a little disappointed.

At night, Han Qianluo remembered the barley from the previous few days, so he went to the room to take a look. The buds had already sprouted by about two centimeters, ready to be picked.Han Qianluo carefully cut off the malt from the barley and prepared to dry it to make caramel.

Han Sanwei stood aside and watched eagerly, and then asked: "Sister San, can I make candy now?"

Han Qianluo wanted to say that it would take a few days until the malt was dried, but seeing the child's eager eyes, Han Qianluo said, "It's ok, I'll start making it right away."

Originally, Han Qianluo wanted to dry the malt so that it could be stored for a longer period of time. Now that he didn't need to dry it, he took out some malt and ground it into a slurry with a stone mortar.

"Sister San, do you need me to do anything?" Han Sanwei asked actively from the side.

"Go and light the fire." Han Qianluo said.

Han Sanwei went to light the fire obediently, lit the fire very skillfully, put the firewood into the stove and started to light the fire, but his eyes followed Han Qianluo's figure without blinking, and he didn't pay attention to the stove in front of him at all. in the fire.

"Watch the fire carefully, don't let the fire fall out, and set the kitchen on fire." Han Qianluo couldn't help but reminded.

"Got it." Han Sanwei looked away from Han Qianluo reluctantly, and looked at the stove in front of him.

Han Qianluo poured the washed small yellow rice into the pot and cooked it like rice. Han Sanwei saw it from the side and asked, "Sister San, didn't you mean to make sugar?" The feeling of being cheated.

Han Qianluo couldn't help laughing, and said, "Don't worry, I won't lie to you if I tell you to do it for you, just wait with peace of mind." So Han Sanwei stopped talking and continued to light the fire, but the expression in his eyes His suspicions were not concealed at all.

Soon, the little yellow rice was cooked, and Han Qianluo said: "Okay, don't burn it." Then he poured the wort in and kept stirring until it was almost cooled, and it didn't feel hot before stopping. Get down, put it in a pot, and put it in the kitchen. In order to prevent the mice from eating it, Han Qianluo even found a pot to cover it.

"Sister San, are you ready?" Han Sanwei asked quickly.

"Not yet." Han Qianluo estimated the time, and then said, "It will be done tomorrow night."

"It will take so long." Han Sanwei said disappointedly.

The next morning, when Han Qianluo got up, the sticky yellow rice in the wooden basin had become very thin, so he found a bag made of filter cloth, put the yellow rice in it, and tied it with a rope. It fell on a high place, and a wooden basin was used below.

After finishing all this, Han Qianluo could only grab a few mouthfuls of rice in a hurry, then put the wild vegetables into the basket, and then went to the market.

When Han Qianluo set off, the sky was still only a little bit bright, and he could just see the outline of the rice fields, so as not to step on other people's crops.When we arrived at the market, it was already daylight, and there were already many people in the market.

However, Han Qianluo came every day, and the long-term peddlers around her were already familiar with her, and they had already reserved a place for her. When they saw her coming, they quickly said, "Miss Han, here."

Han Qianluo took a look, walked towards the fish seller who called her, set up a small stall next to her, and started selling wild vegetables.

Soon after the wild vegetables were sold out, Han Qianluo hurried back. Han Shuier was still the only one at home weaving. Han Qianluo said hello and hurried into the house. He pinched the hanging pocket with his hand, and it was still a little soft Yes, the water inside has not been completely filtered out.

Han Qianluo reckoned that the water inside would be completely filtered out by the evening. She thought it would be almost filtered when she came back, and then she could make sugar and eat it when she came back in the evening. However, the filtering time was wrongly estimated.

Han Qianluo didn't care too much about wasting time, and after taking a look at it, he took a basket and went out to dig wild vegetables.When Han Qianluo came back in the evening, he went to look again, stretched out his hand and pressed it, it was hard, it had been filtered, and he could start making caramel.

Han Qianluo poured the filtered water into the clay pot, and Han Sanwei hurriedly asked beside him, "Sister San, do you want me to do something?"

"Come and light the fire." Han Qianluo knew that Han Sanwei was very impatient, so he didn't dare to let him clean up the wild vegetables, lest he think about the things inside and make them dirty.

"Use a low heat after it boils, otherwise there will be nothing to eat." Han Qianluo warned, and then went out to pick up wild vegetables.

Han Shuier was no longer weaving, and was also helping to clean up the wild vegetables. The elder brother Han Qingquan also came back from work and cleaned up the wild vegetables together. Seeing Han Qianluo coming out, he asked by the way, "Xiaoluo, how is your sugar doing?"

Han Qianluo moved his stool and sat on the wild vegetables, and replied, "I'm working on it, and it will be done in a while."

"Let me tell you, if this thing is so easy to make, wouldn't there be caramel sellers everywhere?" Han Shui'er said, with a look of disbelief.

On the other hand, the eldest brother Han Qingquan took the words and said, "Didn't we all make it last time, and last time it was even more difficult than this one."

Just as Han Qianluo was about to speak, he heard Han Sanwei yelling loudly in the kitchen: "Sister San, come in and take a look." Han Qianluo didn't understand, so he quickly put down the wild vegetables in his hand and ran in: "What's wrong?"

"Third sister, open it." Han Sanwei pointed to the pot and said, "How long will it last?"

Han Qianluo looked at it and found that it was indeed boiling, so he said, "Now burn it down a bit, and I'll let you know when it's done."

Han Sanwei looked into the pottery pot while burning the fire, and really interpreted a word: hope to see through.Han Qianluo continued to clean up the wild vegetables, but he was not at ease with Han Sanwei, so he went into the kitchen to take a look after a while.

Han Qianluo frequently went into the kitchen to watch, and Han Sanwei, who was already looking forward to it, couldn't wait, and even Han Shui'er couldn't help but say, "Xiao Luo, just stay in the kitchen and watch, here I am Just do it with your brother."

"Then I won't do it. I'll do it after a while." After speaking, Han Qianluo went into the kitchen.At this time, the original water-like liquid in the clay pot has become viscous, and it is getting more and more viscous.

Han Qianluo suddenly smelled a different smell, as if something had been burnt.Han Qianluo was startled, could it be that the syrup in the pottery kettle was burnt?So after a closer look, it was indeed the case. Obviously, the fire in the stove was too hot.

"Three Flavors, lower the fire." Han Qianluo said.

"It's already very small." Han Sanwei retorted.

Han Qianluo himself is also from a rural area, and he also knows that the most difficult thing about such a firewood stove is the size of the fire. A little bit, it's more troublesome.But there is no way, no matter how troublesome it is, it has to be done.

"Take out some of the firewood inside." Han Qianluo said, "Otherwise it will be burnt later and you will have nothing to eat." The firewood in the stove was taken out, and the fire immediately died down, and the pottery kettle no longer smelled of burning.

With the continuous evaporation of water vapor in the clay pot, the original liquid became more and more viscous, and finally turned into the common caramel.Han Qianluo took a little out with chopsticks and tasted it. Although it is not as sweet as white sugar, it has a special taste, and it is made by himself, so the feeling in his mouth is even more different.

"Sister San, are you ready?" Han Sanwei asked again.

(End of this chapter)