The First Superstar of Longing for Life

The topic was a little far away, so when Su Hang came back and heard what they were talking about, he was moved. Anyway, when it was raining, it would be idle to beat children.

Why don't you play with a candy man in the afternoon!

"Don't make trouble, do you know it? If you know it, let's go back now. I also want to see it!" Song Zuer was obviously amused by Su Hang.

It's not that sugar blowers are so rare. In fact, some festival temple fairs or some tourist attractions now have these craftsmen.

But other people blow sugar, how can Su Hang personally blow it up!

"I really know it! Come on, let's quickly pack up the corn and go home. In the afternoon, I'll let you all have a good experience of what real technology is!"

Suhang has already started to put corn in the basket.

"No! Xiaohang, you say you can brag, I believe it, but you say you can brag about sugar people? I'm really a little vague! It's not something ordinary people can do! "

Huang Lei squatted down and said while picking up corn.

Indeed, back in the day, three hundred and sixty trades were all about supporting the family. As long as one mastered one craft, one could basically make a living. Therefore, all kinds of craftsmen were the only way for children from poor families to make a living.

And really reading in exchange for fame, then only the upper class can enjoy the opportunity.

But with the passage of time and the arrival of a new era, everyone has the right to study, which has also caused some industries to have no successors.

After all, you can be a master, so why not try it?

Therefore, it is not uncommon for Suzhou and Hangzhou to be able to write and perform martial arts. It is no problem to sing and dance, and it is acceptable to write lyrics and compose music. But you say that you can still play Sugar Man 200, which is incredible!

In fact, He Jiong also felt suspicious: "Yes! Xiaohang, be careful that the cowhide is blown by you!"

"Put your heart back in your belly! It's just a sugar blower! It's trivial, I can blow you anything you want!" Su Hang is confident.

"Really?" Song Zuer was quite supportive of Su Hang.

"Then let me tell you one, can you blow it out?" Huang Lei said immediately.

"what?"

"It's just that thick, such a long one, golden and yellow---" Before Huang Lei could finish speaking, Song Zuer next to him was already furious, and directly punched Huang Lei a few times: "Mr. Huang, you are enough!"

"Haha! I'm talking about popcorn with a stick! Why do you always think crooked? It's not my fault!" Huang Lei smiled: "Okay, okay! Hurry up and go back to see Suhang Blowing Sugar!"

Sure enough, everyone's speed has been greatly improved. It seems that the appeal of Sugar Blower is really strong enough. Of course, due to the time, Wang Zhengyu has already started to prepare things in advance.

The first and foremost ingredient is maltose!

"Hurry up, hurry up! I've been thinking about what Su Hang will blow for me!" Song Zuer was still urging. .

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In the afternoon, because the time for breaking corn was not long, the four of them only broke more than [-] corns in total. Although there were not many corns, everyone unanimously decided to retreat ahead of schedule.

Anyway, there is not much corn to exchange for dinner. It is more important to wait and see the sugar-blowing people in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

The four of them returned to the mushroom house. Regardless of how little corn was broken, they had to take a shower. After all, they were sweating.

Well, Song Zuer went to the bathroom on her side to wash, without interfering with each other.

Huang Lei and He Jiong were in the yard, helping to cook the syrup. Yes, it was made with maltose. The maltose was not for nothing, it was exchanged for [-] corns!

"Is this fire too small?" He Jiong watched from the side, a little worried.

"Didn't Xiaohang say that, if you want to cook slowly on a low fire, if the fire is too high, it will burn!" Huang Lei still has some level of control of the heat, and looked up at the maltose in the pot: "Old He, stir it up. Mix it up!"

While taking a shower, Su Hang extracted the first volume of "Folk Handicrafts", which was more complicated than he imagined, and the more he absorbed the skills, the more profound he felt.

It is very simple to think, but all of them have gathered the wisdom of many generations.

Just like the first part of the sculpture category, whether it is wood carving, colored sculpture or dough sculpture, it is a very delicate and meticulous work. Well, everyone who kneads dough in dough sculpture should know.

To be vivid and vivid, how can it be so easy?

The same is true for the sugar blower. You can't really blow a big balloon out. You have to have a shape and an image. People want you to blow a door frame shaft. If you blow out a front door, wouldn't it be embarrassing!

When Song Zuer came out, Suhang had already started preparations. Because of the limited tools, Suhang could use, in addition to sugar syrup, a box of toothpicks and a pair of scissors.

In fact, it is really a professional tool. The sugar blowing artist must carry sugar, paint, sugar pot, gongs, scissors, combs, molds, wooden sticks and sawdust, a total of nine kinds.

When the gong is knocked, it is naturally a tool to attract customers. It is a way of advertising. The sugar pot and sawdust are naturally a pair. As for the mold, it is also used for modeling, and the pigment is the coloring.

But because time is tight, everything is kept simple.

"How is it? How is it? Has it started?" "?" Song Zuer trotted over and couldn't wait.

"Not yet! Wait a minute, Mr. He!" Su Hang pointed to the room, girls, it takes time to take a bath, so Su Hang has washed, Huang Lei has washed, now it's He Jiong's turn, Song Zuer is long overdue .

"Old He has already said that, he must wait for him, or he will be in trouble!" Huang Lei explained in cooperation, and He Jiong rushed out as soon as he finished speaking.

"How? Am I fast enough?"

Teacher He is indeed washing at the fastest speed.

"Cough cough! Old He, I think so! Men shouldn't be complacent just because they are fast!" Huang Lei patted He Jiong on the shoulder.

When He Jiong saw Huang Lei's eyes, he felt that something was not quite right. According to his understanding of Huang Lei, he immediately understood the meaning.

In the face of Huang Lei's teasing, He Jiong was helpless: "Okay! I shouldn't be complacent. I know that a strong player has a strong player. A mountain is higher than a mountain, you can't be faster than me!"

"Hurry up!"