Chief don't slap in the face

Chapter 7 Give the world a little sweetness!

The willow twigs are on the moon, and the cooking process is still going on!

Summer Moon placed torches on the walls of the workshop for lighting.

"Remember to keep stirring, this is to completely evaporate the water in the sugarcane juice, don't stop."

Xia Ye held a two-meter-long wooden spoon and kept stirring the sugarcane juice in the stone pot. After three hours, they had become quite viscous, and they would stick to the pot if they didn't move.

A large amount of water vapor emerged from the stone pot and could not be dissipated in time, so that the workshop was filled with mist, which was a bit like a fairyland on earth.

"If it is a workshop-style small-scale production, all nine pots will be used. Once the fire is turned on, it can't be stopped. However, we don't have enough manpower, and there are not many sugars to boil, so we can use three pots to make do!"

Xia Ye explained.

With the continuous evaporation of water, the concentration of the sugar juice is getting higher and higher, and the color is getting darker, from the initial milky white juice to dark brown syrup.

The fragrance in the workshop became more and more intense, and even the body was dyed a little.

"During the cooking process, you need to pay special attention to the temperature. When the syrup turns into a red paste, you can start sugaring."

Xia Ye has already prepared a sugar bed, which is a wooden board, sealed with a finger-high wooden strip around it to form a frame groove to prevent the syrup from flowing out.

"One person quickly scoops the syrup into the sugar bed, while the other pushes it constantly with a wooden spatula."

Because it is no longer heated, the syrup cools and solidifies quickly, but because it is stirred, it is all broken, and the last thing left is granular brown sugar powder.

At this point, all the processes are completed, and the ancient brown sugar is obtained!

call!
Xia Ye let out a sigh of relief, wiped off the sweat on his forehead, and finally he's done.

Without Xia Ye's reminder, Xia Lingyue couldn't help stretching out her fingertips, squeezed it a little, and put it into her mouth.

When the brown sugar touches the tip of the tongue, it has a smooth grainy feel, which is very comfortable, and then it is slowly melted by the saliva, and a burst of sweetness also permeates the mouth.

That is a fragrance that is enough to infect the soul!

"Woooooo!"

Xia Lingyue closed her eyes, tightened her body, and savored carefully. This kind of rich sweetness had never been touched in her previous 16 years of life!

"So sweet!"

After a long time, Xia Lingyue uttered two words, and her whole body softened, with an uncontrollable smile on her face, as if all her troubles had been forgotten.

"What do you call it?"

Xia Lingyue still wanted to eat it, but stopped when her fingers touched the brown sugar, because these things were used to make money to buy equipment for her younger brother.

"brown sugar!"

Xia Ye casually grabbed a handful, and patted Xia Lingyue's mouth: "Eat it, from now on, there will be so much brown sugar that you can vomit!"

"Woooooo!"

Xia Lingyue's mouth was blocked, and brown sugar smeared on her face, but she didn't feel uncomfortable, but enjoyed it instead.

After only a few seconds of intoxication, she knocked off her brother's hand: "It's disgusting, it's such a waste!"

"Have tasted it, then boil the remaining sugarcane juice while the fire is still alive!"

Xia Ye took off his sweat-soaked linen jacket and went into battle shirtless.

"You said it was brown sugar?"

While helping, Xia Lingyue thought hard: "I wish I had never seen a sugar seller in a market!"

"Because I invented it!"

Xia Ye smiled and blinked.

In this era, productivity is low, and people can’t even eat enough to eat. How can they think about such luxuries? The sweets enjoyed by noble people are all naturally occurring in nature, mainly some fruit juices, and a small amount of honey.

There are many fruits, which can be picked in the wild, but honey is not enough.

These days, bee hunters are a life-or-death job. They have to go in and out of barren lands, ancient forests, and heavy mountains and cliffs. If ten bee hunters go out, three of them can come back alive. Thank God, so the production of honey is very small, and the price is extremely high. It is so expensive that only real nobles can afford it!
"Why are you so proud!"

Xia Lingyue rubbed Xia Ye's hair, but she was extremely proud in her heart, as expected her younger brother was the best!

Give the world a little sweetness, he did it!
Xia Lingyue can imagine with her knees, once brown sugar comes out, what kind of impact it will have on the world, and those noble people will probably go crazy with excitement!

The sweetness of brown sugar is pure sweetness, unlike fruit, even if it is ripe, the squeezed juice will have impurities, affecting the taste, and honey, with the purification methods of this era, it is impossible to completely remove the bee eggs inside Things like that, and during the picking process, there are often sundries mixed in.

Of course, if it was placed in Xia Ye's past, it would be pure natural, and the price would be so expensive that you would vomit blood, but here, they would be beaten by brown sugar.

"In the last step of making sugar, if you pour it into the prepared wooden mold while stirring, and then scrape the surface with a stone knife, the sugar cubes will come out in the end!"

Xia Ye explained.

"Ok!"

The memory of the summer months of hard work, and when the first pot of sugarcane juice was boiled, lime was added to neutralize the sour taste. This is the mystery.

It took Xia Ye a day to cook a total of 160 catties of brown sugar. For him recovering from a serious illness, this was a lot of physical work!

Slumped on the rattan chair made of bamboo, Xia Ye looked at a large piece of brown sugar drying in the sun, with a layer of deep red under the sun, and his heart was extremely satisfied.

"It's still too little!"

Xia Lingyue squatted beside her, driving away the mosquitoes, and crushing those lumps of brown sugar by the way.

"A lot!"

Although there have been dozens of trial productions before to determine the heat, but after all, this is the first workshop-style mass production, so Xia Ye is very satisfied with this sugar yield.

In my previous era, this kind of handmade 'ancient brown sugar' was quite expensive, and it was used as a gift or bought by pregnant women to replenish energy and blood.

In Xiaye Village, there is a well-known ancient brown sugar workshop. Not to mention the well-off people, they have applied for a trademark and plan to make it a brand of Laoganma level.

Xia Ye and his family's boy are buddies who have played together since they were young. They will help out when the farm is busy and there is no work, so they are not familiar with the sugar making process.

"How much are you going to sell for?"

Xia Saving Moon weighed the price: "Why do you have to pay two knives?"

"Two? That's the cost!"

Xia Ye coughed: "At least ten knives, don't think it's too expensive, there's still a discount!"

"It costs your head, how much are those broken sugar canes worth?"

Xia Lingyue rolled her eyes: "Stop making trouble, to be serious, ten knives worth a hundred catties of grain, who can afford it except nobles?"

"It was sold to noble people!"

Xia Ye had already thought about it: "Our ancient brown sugar is the only one in the world. After passing this village, this shop will disappear."

"Too!"

Xia Lingyue brushed her long hair behind her ears. The brown sugar production was too small to satisfy the entire noble class, so whoever could afford it would eat it.

"This business can only be done once, so you can make enough money once!"

Xia Ye would never sell brown sugar if it wasn't for the imminent blood survival trial and the need for a lot of money to buy equipment.

In this post-stone age, force is the guarantee of everything. As for Xia Ye, a second-level body refiner, no matter how many good things he makes, he can't keep it.

"We're not going back, we'll just live here!"

Xia Lingyue obviously thought of the same question, why did my younger brother make so many unique things in the world, but some of them didn't even dare to use them secretly, because they were worried about being robbed.

"impossible!"

Xia Ye sighed, not to mention how to survive the four-year wild beast tide, what if others found this peach blossom garden?Besides, do you want to be a savage all your life?Even if I can bear it, what about future generations?Not to mention that I have to take revenge on the Xia family and King Zhao.

"This trial is an opportunity. Once the tribe is established, we will develop the economy as soon as possible and gather more people. When we have a strong force, we will be free. Whoever comes to snatch it will be destroyed!"

In this world, the civilization is broken, and the inheritance of knowledge is broken, but Xia Ye is different. Although he is only a college student, he still has no problem with his self-confidence when he beats these natives.

"Yeah, it's better to fight to the death without fear than to live in a meager way!"

In Xia Lingyue's frail body, there is also a heart of iron and blood. This is the characteristic of this era, and her life is earned by herself.

"When I have money, I will buy you a top-quality exercise first, your realm is really too bad!"

Xia Lingyue sighed, if it wasn't for his younger brother's blood being sacrificed by King Zhao and suffering from constant illnesses year after year, with his talent, he would be able to develop powerful skills even with ordinary kung fu.

"You're done, I'll make a snack to celebrate!"

Xia Ye doesn't have that kind of extravagant hope, all he can buy is garbage, if he wants the best quality, he might as well go to Fengjing ruins to pick up waste and try his luck.

In this era, clans and tribes were the mainstay of settlement. Clans were small and tribes were large. If tribe members all had the same surname, the leader was called the patriarch, and if it was a community with several surnames mixed, he was called the chief.

The Blood Survival Trial is Xia Ye's only chance to leave the tribe in an open and honest manner, otherwise he will become a refugee.

In the Xia Clan, even if he lives in a slum, he is at least a commoner. If the Xia Clan patriarch executes him without a reasonable reason, it will make people's hearts flutter. After all, no one wants to be killed because of a nobleman's moodiness.

If in other tribes, refugees are equal to slaves, no one cares if a refugee with a different surname dies!
To put it bluntly, this is the status of the class. The common people of the Xia clan live in poverty, but at least they still have a poor sense of security to masturbate!
"By the way, at the bottom of the row of wooden barrels in the storage room, which is fifth from right to left, there is a little gift I left for you. Go and see for yourself."

Xia Ye sold a small pass and walked into the bamboo forest.

(End of this chapter)