Chief don't slap in the face

Chapter 8 This is the charm of sugar!
The warm sun in early spring is naturally better with candied haws!
Randomly felled a few bamboos, made bamboo sticks with a stone knife, and washed them for later use. Xia Ye went into the kitchen and took out a small bag of red beans collected in autumn.

Make a fire, add water, and sugar!
When the red beans are boiled until they are rotten and gradually turn into porridge, a scent will fill the nose.

"What do you want to do?"

With a roar, Xia Lingyue rushed in with a basket in her arms, and threw it in front of Xia Ye with a bang.

Whoa!

The bamboo slips piled up inside spilled out.

"Ok?"

In this post-lithic age, paper has not yet been born, so the records are all carved on bamboo slips with stone knives, which is quite troublesome.

"Are you leaving a last word?"

Xia Lingyue stared at Xia Ye firmly, but the girl who was always weak burst out a strong breath at this moment: "Don't quibble!"

"Ha ha!"

Xia Ye tilted his head. He is just a weak chicken at the second level of body training. There must be people who want to go to the Fengjing ruins to fight wildly. Then there will be fights and fights. He can't guarantee that he can survive to the end, so he takes time to think Chinese knowledge has recorded that even if she dies, her sister can live well by relying on them.

"I don't want these!"

Xia Lingyue roared, picked up the basket, and threw it directly into the stove.

Whoa!

A large number of bamboo slips were smashed into the red-hot charcoal, splashing countless firefly-like sparks, followed by crackling and burning.

"what are you doing?"

Xia Ye was in a hurry, picked up the fire stick and planned to pick it out.

"Xia Ye, listen to me!"

Xia Lingyue pulled her brother fiercely: "I won't allow you to die, even if you go to hell, you have to climb back for me!"

Xia Ye was very upset that his good intentions were ignored, but looking at Xia Lingyue's red eyes, seeing the tears continuously pouring out and scratching his cheeks, he suddenly understood.

"This family can only be called a home with you!"

Xia Lingyue sobbed, and hugged Xia Ye tightly: "No matter what time it is, you must work hard to live and work hard to come back, I will always wait for you!"

"Well, alive!"

Xia Ye hugged Xia Lingyue, he could feel that this soft body was full of concern for himself, so a smile could not help but overflow from the corner of his mouth.

"Woooooo!"

Xia Lingyue sobbed softly. After finding out those bamboo slips, she saw the records of knowledge that the world had never had before. She was surprised and excited at first, admiring her brother's unconstrained mind and ocean-like talent, but gradually , her face became pale.

She is smart and understands that this is Xia Ye's last words!

"Okay, the bean paste is going to be mushy!"

Xia Ye patted Xia Lingyue on the back, signaling that she couldn't let go of herself.

"Bean paste?"

Xia Lingyue sniffled and glanced at the stone pot.

"Ok!"

Xia Ye actually thought that those bamboo slips could be salvaged again, after all, it took a lot of effort to carve them.

"I didn't expect you to know so many things? Where did you learn it from?"

Xia Lingyue thought of those bamboo slips again.

Xia Ye was entangled, hesitating whether to tell her that he was the one who survived after being infected with the spore virus, Xia Lingyue had already found the answer.

"Could it be that you are a prophet? Yes, it must be so, you can know it from birth!"

Among the great wizards, very few are honored as prophets, they are knowledgeable, they have boundless vision, they lead the tribe through difficulties one by one, until they become strong!
The fact that the eight major surnames were able to become kings in the end has an inseparable relationship with these mysterious prophets.

Only those who can sense vitality, absorb and use it, and master at least three kinds of witchcraft can be called wizards. Xia Ye is now at most an apprentice!
The so-called witchcraft is the method of using vitality to fight. Spiritualism, divination, and the secret arts unique to the major surnames can all be classified as witchcraft.

"When we establish a tribe and use that knowledge, we will definitely become the most powerful!"

The summer months dream of the future.

"Let's eat bean paste first!"

Lifting the lid of the wooden pot, a large amount of white hot air rose with fragrance.

"Wow!"

The summer moon screamed, the red beans were rotten and soft, and turned into a red mud.

Xia Ye dug a small bowl and handed it to Xia Lingyue.

When the bean paste is in the mouth, a delicate touch immediately spreads on the tip of the tongue, followed by the sweetness scattered, like a crossbow arrow, straight into the soul!

"Mmm, so sweet!"

Xia Lingyue was reluctant to chew, so she squeezed the tip of her tongue so hard, feeling the deliciousness of red bean paste!

"Ha ha!"

Xia Ye patted the summer moon: "Hurry up and eat, and deal with the hawthorn with me after eating!"

"what?"

Xia Lingyue was surprised that the red bean paste is already so delicious, but it is not a finished snack?
Dig a hole in the hawthorn with a stone knife and dagger, take out the seeds, fill it with red bean paste, and then string it on bamboo sticks of the same length.

Seeing that Xia Ye poured a full catty of brown sugar into the cold stone pot, Xia Lingyue was so distressed that she almost jumped up: "Do you need to use so much?"

"Maybe not enough?"

Xia Ye estimated the dosage.

"No, I won't do it!"

Xia Lingyue tightly hugged the clay pot of sugar, she was so nervous that she looked at Xia Ye like a villain who was robbing her beloved treasure.

"I planted sugar cane, and there will be more next year!"

Xia Ye stretched out his hand, only to be slapped by Xia Lingyue.

"No, it's too wasteful. If you eat sweets like this, you will be punished!"

Xia Yue resolutely refused.

"All right!"

Xia Ye compromised, he understood the behavior of summer months, there is always not enough food in this era, starvation is normal, so everyone cherishes food very much.

"According to the ratio of two to one, uh, it is to add half of the brown sugar to the water, and then simmer on a low heat until it becomes a syrupy syrup!"

Xia Ye picked up a bunch of hawthorns: "Watch it well, when the syrup bubbles up a lot, put it in, turn it around quickly, and then a thin layer of sugar will be wrapped on it"

"Fun!"

After Xia Lingyue tried a few times, she squeezed Xia Ye away and had a great time playing.

When it cools down, the candied haws are ready!

Putting it in the sun, the hawthorns wrapped in transparent icing are more vivid, and each grain is like a crystal ball, with magical colors.

Lick it, it's sweet and make you happy, and then bite it lightly.

Click!

The thin sugar coating was broken, and before it melted in the mouth, the hawthorn was bitten open, and a sour taste invaded first, which made people tremble, and then mixed with sugar and sweetness to form a wonderful Taste, it's not over yet.

Finally, when chewing the red bean paste, it is a kind of sweetness, dispelling the slight acidity left before, leaving only endless aftertaste!
This is the supreme enjoyment of the taste buds!

On the way back to Xiacheng, Xia Lingyue opened the satchel from time to time, took out the candied haws and licked it, then squinted her eyes to taste it, and then put it back.

"Just eat, haven't you done a lot?"

Xia Ye was speechless.

"do not want!"

Xia Luyue refused: "Good things, eat slowly, this is the respect for food!"

Back in the slums, Xia Lingyue's expression was a little sad when she saw the sewage flowing and the stench wafting away. If possible, she really wanted to live in Xia Ye's Peach Blossom Garden for the rest of her life.

"You are finally back. The patriarch issued an announcement. Fifteen days later, the Blood Survival Trial will begin. All young people between the age of fifteen and male, regardless of gender, must participate!"

Uncle Xia next door is a nice person. When he saw the siblings coming back, he hurriedly told them that if they didn't go within the time limit, they would be beheaded directly for the crime of treason.

"Uncle Xia, please forgive me!"

Xia Lingyue accompanied her with a smiling face, and even cut a small piece of ham and sent it over.

"It's a good thing, I can't afford this!"

Although he refused, Xia Shu gave way a few times, but still accepted it. He was secretly happy that he could give the children a tooth-beating ceremony tonight.

Xia Ye's bacon is very famous in the neighborhood.

"I'm going to sell the brown sugar while it's still early!"

Xia Ye didn't even enter the house, it was only half a month, the time was too tight, he still had a lot of things to prepare.

"How are you going to sell it?"

If you want to sell brown sugar for a good money, you can only find those noble people, but poor people like Xia Ye can't enter their mansions.

"Don't worry about it!"

Xia Ye thought about it a long time ago: "Give me ten knives!"

"Then be careful!"

Xia Lingyue told her that since she couldn't sense vitality, she was an ordinary person, so she didn't need to participate in the trial.

"That's all? I remember her family had half a pork leg!"

Uncle Xia's wife was dissatisfied with the smell of meat.

"You can be content!"

Uncle Xia complained angrily, although the ham is only a small piece, it is already a heavy gift.

It is not enough to rely on kindness alone for the Xia family's two waste siblings to gain a foothold in the slums. This kind of small kindness is the foundation.

"Oh, what a pity!"

This woman coveted that piece of ham for a long time, but she dared not steal it, because there were so many eyes staring at it.

The generosity of summer months is well known, who hasn't received meat a few times?Once the meat thief is caught, he will definitely be rewarded with a large piece of meat.

Stealing and gifting, fools know how to choose!
"You guys!"

Uncle Xia shook his head speechlessly. This kind of mutual restraint was deliberately created by that smart and kind girl, and it was a subtle idea to avoid hitting her.

Xia Ye was not stupid enough to sell along the street. When he left the slum, he called out a few children he knew.

"Go, call all your little friends, go to Manshi Square and wait for me, do a day's work, and give each of you a sorghum pancake!"

As soon as the children's eyes lit up, let alone a pancake, if you give them a bite, they will sacrifice their lives. What's more, the one who opened the mouth is Brother Xia Ye with a very good reputation, so the children ran away in a swarm, and quickly informed the good friends of this kind of good thing. buddies.

"Is this the way to get rich, starting with child labor?"

Xia Ye laughed at himself, and when he arrived at the square, he went into a nearby grain store, and before the clerk could stare at him, he took out a knife coin and slapped it on the table.

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