Savage Fortune Little Landlord

Chapter 201

It's annealing and arranging, Lan Yu and the others are not hammers, so Xia Weiwei's orders are not needed.

Carefully, scoop out the sugar juice one by one.

Seeing the cautious movements of several people, Xia Weiwei hurriedly urged: "Don't worry about whether the sugar juice will fall or not, and you don't have to fill up every grid, what's needed is speed, you have to scoop the sugar juice as fast as possible. come out."

"The slower the speed, the more sugar juice will be cooked." Jing Ye added.

Jing Ye added that the effect of this sentence was so good that the few people who had heard Xia Weiwei's words and sped up their speed were all fired up.

If you can’t wait to change the tray overnight, just pour the remaining sugar juice into the center of the tray.

"Porf..."

"Zi la la..."

"Zilizili..."

A series of water mist rose and dissipated, and the sugar water in several large pots was bright yellow.

Using the small spoon prepared early in the morning to scoop up the sugar water, Xia Weiwei tasted it one after another.

After confirming that the sugar water did not have any burnt bitterness, she asked Lan Yu and the others to gather the sugar water into a large pot and boil it.

In the past, she often cooked white fungus with brown sugar.

For convenience, she always cooks in a rice cooker.

The electric rice cooker has the characteristics of fast cooking brown sugar and white fungus, soft and rotten, and also has the disadvantages of cascading pot and clogging pores.

Compared with fast and soft rot, she often ignores the occasional leaks and blockages.

However, it was these occasional events that gave her a different understanding of soft brown sugar.

The sugar water that comes out of these waterfalls will not only form hard lumps, but its hardness is not low.

She only knows that sugar cane can be boiled to produce brown sugar, which can be refined into white sugar, but she doesn't know how refined it is.

Boil the water that was washed in the pot, boil it, and it will be a good thing if it can be turned into sugar again, and it will be even better if it can be turned into hard candy. If not, just mix it with some water for everyone to drink.

With the more and more intense sugar aroma, night falls, and with the addition of the other half of the crowd, more and more grass juice is squeezed out.

No one will notice the time at all, and no one will have extra thoughts to take care of their belly.

The night passed with the sound of the gurgling stomach, and the sun moved to the sky in the protest of the hungry stomach convulsing.

"Ugh~~" Pressing on her stomach, Xia Weiwei's expression turned ugly.

Qingmei, who happened to bring grass juice, caught the pained look on Xia Weiwei's face, and immediately, she put down the pot and ran towards Xia Weiwei: "What's wrong?"

Swallowing, Xia Weiwei muttered, "I'm so hungry!"

"Gulu Gulu..." Qingmei's belly groaned a series of times.

With four eyes facing each other, Qingmei's eyes were complicated: "I didn't feel so uncomfortable without food for two or three days in the past!"

"I used to be hungry and full, but now I don't eat every meal, and I still feel full every meal." The stomach is stretched, and it is uncomfortable not to eat, let alone...

Looking up, Xia Weiwei realized belatedly that it was already noon the next day.

After eating three meals in a row, it's no wonder my stomach convulsed so badly.

"Grandma Qingmei, let everyone stop eating first."

"How do you stop these things?" Qing Mei subconsciously pointed to the cauldrons lined up.

Speechless for a second, Xia Weiwei said kindly: "Let those over there eat first, and come over to change after eating."

"Oh~oh~" Raising her hand and patting her forehead, Qingmei almost made herself cry: "Look at me, I'm so hungry!"

Every family prepared the lotus root that was going to be eaten yesterday morning.

I didn’t eat the meal yesterday afternoon, and I also forgot the meal this morning. This will be called eating, and everyone will call it positive.

"Who, who can't stop being hungry?"

"I'm fine, who do I want to replace?"

"how to do?"

"I came first, you go over there."

The men and women who are struggling and grabbing their fill are eager.

Looking at them, Xia Weiwei, who is chewing lotus root, has black lines all over his face.

It's not that she never thought about letting everyone exchange jobs, but she forgot about it as soon as she was busy.

"You're clumsy, this won't let you come."

"What is it that I don't know?"

Before Xia Weiwei could speak, the leaders of the various tribes persuaded those who were incompetent in their tribes to leave.

Stared at by pairs of unwilling and aggrieved eyes, Xia Weiwei pointed to the molds lined up on one side.

"The ones that were cooked yesterday should be able to be unmoulded, please come and help unmould them."

In Xia Weiwei's eyes, demoulding is an easy task, but when she counted all the candies that could be demolded and looked back, she didn't want to say anything.

Not to mention the whole piece, even the one with a larger nail cover is not there.

It is indeed more difficult to release a hard mold than silicone or something, but it is not so bad that such sugar cannot be wrapped with grass leaves.

Without blaming anyone, she did it herself, and after honorably prying a whole tray of candies into slag, she came to the conclusion that the long-stem grass candy could not be molded.

"Wei Wei, this candy is not easy to pry!" Under the eyes of the clansman who can pry out the whole piece of candy if you have the ability, the chamois yelled away.

When Xia slightly raised his eyes to look, the chamois said, "Why don't you put some grass blades on it?"

Grass leaves are placed at the bottom of the leaky barrel containing the grass cores, and under these grass leaves are cross-shaped straw ropes. With a bolt on the top and a strong force, the whole grass stamen dregs will be successfully taken out.

If the long-stem grass leaves are placed in the mold, not to mention that the candy can be easily taken out, at least the syrup will not be so inseparable from the mold.

"Abbe Chamois, you provided a good solution. If the subsequent candies can be taken out more conveniently, I will reward you with two candies."

"Ugh!" The chamois was astonished.

Staring at the chamois, the women in Yanbu were so proud.

Chamois: "..."

He wasn't in a happy mood at all.

It's just opportunistic, it's just talking.

For what he said casually, the chamois was quite looking forward to it, and immediately, he took over the matter of picking the blades of grass.

"Uncle Chamois, it's best to wash the blades of grass after they've been cut to such a long length." Xia Weiwei also suggested while gesticulating.

Thinking that dry grass leaves soaked in water are more flexible, the chamois nodded naturally, but after nodding, a thought flashed across: "Aren't you afraid of water?"

"En." Xia Weiwei was serious.

Chamois: "..."

Xia Wei smiled: "There are so many ahead, so what's the point of adding a few plates of crushed sugar? As long as I remember that everyone is waiting for your grass leaves here, hurry up and pick them up, wash and dry them." it is good."

When the words fell, she was afraid that the chamois would follow the steps, so she continued: "Wash the grass first, then wash it clean, shake off some of the moisture, and dry it before cutting it will be faster."

Chamois: "..."

He still knows that.

After all, I just asked such a stupid question before, what would this say?

From arrogance to condemnation took only a moment, and after meeting the eyes of the women in the tribe, the chamois had black lines all over its head.

Who has no idea.

Previously, didn't Wei Wei, who thought of picking up the grass dregs like that, also think of the method of putting some grass leaves in the mould?

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