A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 98 She's Sweet

The fresh and sweet juice trickled down the sink of the stone mill. Meng Yan scooped up the juice and gave Xia a taste. Xia sighed: "It's so sweet!"

Meng Yan filtered the sweet juice over and over until there was almost no dregs left, and then boiled it in a pot.

The heat should be properly controlled, not too high, otherwise there will be a strong burnt smell.But that burnt smell also has a sweet aroma.

This is Meng Yan's first time making candy. At first, she failed twice and boiled.Later, I gradually mastered the heat and the doorway, making the sugar juice more and more mellow and thick.

The villagers passing by smelled the smell, and they all asked outside the courtyard: "Meng Yan, what are you cooking at home, it smells so good!"

The courtyard door of Meng Yan's house was closed, so the villagers would not be able to see what was going on in the courtyard.

Here Mrs. Xia looked at the fire in the kitchen, Meng Yan came out to filter the fresh ones, and Yin Heng kept peeling the sorghum stalks. The three of them cooperated and the division of labor was orderly.

Hearing the sound, Meng Yan replied to the villagers, "Make some sweet soup."

The villagers never imagined that Meng Yan was making candy.

A pot of fragrant, thick and sticky syrup was poured into a basin to cool, and when it cooled down completely, it became a solid brown sugar lump.

According to Meng Yan's knowledge, there is no brown sugar in this village, not to mention the village, even the town is very rare.Sometimes it is difficult for big families to buy.

Because sugar is very expensive, ordinary people can't afford it at all; and the sugar produced is also very geographically limited, and the quantity is limited, and most of them are paid tribute to the palace, which is a luxury for the nobility.

If the candy made by Meng Yan can be afforded by ordinary people, it will be her first career.

Meng Yan was also reluctant to let Xia Shi and Yin Heng be too tired, so they had to take a break after being busy for a while.The separated rod slag can also be fed to donkeys.During the break, Meng Yan cut half fluffy candy cubes to soak in water to drink, Xia Shi was so sweet that she smiled.

Sitting next to Yin Heng, Meng Yan asked with a smile, "Ah Heng, is it sweet?"

Yin Heng said: "Sweet."

Meng Yan said, "How is that better than eating raw sorghum stalks?"

Yin Heng couldn't help thinking of the first time she met Meng Yan in the sorghum field, when she fed him sorghum stalks.

He lowered his eyes, caressed the rim of the glass of sugar water with his white fingers nonchalantly, and said, "It's all good."

Yin Heng's face was pure and harmless, and Meng Yan would never guess what he was thinking.

He was thinking, he tasted it then, her lips were very sweet and soft.

When Xia Shi was not paying attention, Yin Heng raised his hand, gently wiped the sugar water from Meng Yan's lips, and put it to his own mouth to taste.

Compared with sorghum stalks and sugar cubes, she seems to be sweeter.

Meng Yan was flustered, and said: "Heng, I want to taste yours too."

Yin Heng handed her his cup, but Meng Yan excitedly dipped it into his cup, and then wiped it on his lips.

So when Mrs. Xia came out of the kitchen, she happened to see Meng Yan pressing Yin Heng's shoulder in a beastly manner, pouted to press Yin Heng's lips...

Xia's feet jumped angrily behind him: "Meng Yan!"

Meng Yan shook her head, turned her head in embarrassment, and said in a hurry: "Mother, there was a bug on A-Heng's face just now, and I was about to blow on him to drive it away. Really, if you don't believe me, you can ask A-Heng!"

Yin Heng raised his lips vaguely, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "Well, it's true."

Xia couldn't help thinking, it would be better when Xu Shenfang was around, at least he could help her watch.

At night, Meng Yanduo lit a lamp in Yin Heng's room to make the light brighter.The large and small acupoints on Yin Heng's legs were slowly twisted into the silver needles by her very well.

Yin Heng leaned on the chair handle with both hands, and felt that the back of his clothes was already wet with sweat.

Under the lamplight, her eyes were dark and bright, she stroked his meridian with her hand along her leg, and asked from time to time: "Ah Heng, how do you feel?"

The two veins on his legs gradually turned blue.Yin Heng didn't say anything, but his body was already tense, obviously quite painful.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Meng Yan quickly pierced with a silver needle, and the bruises on his legs suddenly splashed out in the form of jets.

Then Meng Yan collected the silver needles one by one, and when she looked up at Yin Heng, he was leaning on the back of the wheelchair, with a slight sweat on his forehead and hair, his face was pale, and there was a kind of pity for beauty.

Meng Yan said distressedly: "Looking at your reaction, it must be that the meridians in your legs are severely blocked, and you can only unclog them step by step. I'm not sure when it will be completely healed. Ah Heng, is it still hurting? Do you want me to help you?" Give you another blow?"

Yin Heng couldn't help laughing: "The pain is inside, how do you blow it?"

Meng Yan said, "Then I'll give you a hug?"

Yin Heng said: "Okay."

She rubbed against him, and before she hugged his waist, Yin Heng hugged her tightly and rubbed her into her arms.

The tightness of the body, the tightness and tension in his arms, and the scorching breath can always make her tremble even to the bone.

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Unknowingly, Meng Yan's family had cooked two pots of candy, and they were all successful.

It's just that Meng Yan doesn't have time to sell the candies in the market, and plans to sell all the sorghum stalks after processing.

Just as Meng Yan's family was busy, another person came from Sui Township.

Now, some city people came back, took a carriage, arrived at the entrance of Suixiang Township, and walked in again.

At a glance, there is no longer a large piece of sorghum that grew lushly in Sui Township.The original sorghum fields are all bald.

According to the experience of the villagers in the past, they usually only cut the tassels of sorghum by hand, and the sorghum poles are left in the field until they are dried by the sun, and then taken back to be used as firewood.

But this year is a little different.The field was cut clean, not even a single sorghum pole remained.

These people came to the village to harvest sorghum.

In the past two days, several merchants came to collect sorghum, but they all returned in vain.

This time, people from the Xu family came, and they even brought the sacks for sorghum.

Two or three people who were in charge came to the Xu family, followed by a group of helpers.The sun was scorching hot, and they also seemed very impatient.

However, when the village head called here to ask, he found out that all the sorghum in Sui Township had been bought first.

Only then did this group of people feel as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on their heads, and they instantly sobered up.

They wanted to go to other villages to collect them, but they were told that all the sorghum produced in this area had been bought.

Only then did the members of the Xu family change their expressions, and asked the village chief who was the one who bought sorghum in large quantities.

The head of the township replied: "I don't know the specific origin, I only know that his name is Chen Fang."

The steward's expression was wonderfully complicated, and he asked, "Which Shen Fang?"

The village head said: "He said that his surname is Chen Mingfang, and he is a foreigner."

Xu Shixu and Shen Fang deliberately explained that if someone asks about him, they only need to report his name, and don't mention his relationship with Meng Yan's family.

In this kind of commercial competition, it is better to involve less others, so as to avoid unnecessary troubles.

(End of this chapter)