Mountain Wild Clouds

Chapter 150 A Sense of Satisfaction and Happiness Spontaneously (Part [-])
Thinking of this, Yun Buliu wrote a few words on a piece of bamboo with a charcoal pen and made a mark, so as not to forget it again, and then he would have to think about it for a long time, and he didn't even know when he would be able to remember it again.

Although his current memory is much better than before, it is difficult to grasp such mysterious things as memory.

Sometimes when you turn around and forget where you put the things you were using just now.

Sometimes I even looked for my mobile phone while I was on the phone, and then I became more and more anxious as I searched for it, and said to the phone, "I won't talk now, the mobile phone is gone, let me look for it."

Then I was confused about the convenience, so what are you holding in your hand?

Do you have two mobile phones?It really is a scheming one!
A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. Sometimes it is better to use other things to stimulate the memory when searching for the memory in the mind.For example, like what he is doing now, write a few words with a bamboo chip, oil + vegetable alkaloid = soap, everything is understood, and there is no need to recall it specially.

After making a mark, he went back to the cauldron. The sugar cane juice in the pot was already steaming, and he guided the free fire energy and yang energy between heaven and earth into the iron pot.

The juice in the iron pan was boiling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He then penetrated his spiritual thoughts into these boiling juices. There is still a big difference between spiritual energy and his body. When spiritual thoughts penetrate into this boiling soup, he will not feel any pain. The juice, definitely can't stand it.

As the juice boiled in the pot, a lot of froth floated up in the pot. He picked up the froth with a bamboo ladle to make the juice look more pure.

Then I used my mind to try whether I could essentially separate some of the non-sugar substances in the juice and keep the sugar.If it is successful, is it possible to get white sugar instead of brown sugar mixed with other substances?
This idea is actually a bit whimsical, but it is not unreasonable.It's just that before he could analyze the ingredients in the juice, the juice in the pot had gradually thickened.

Seeing this situation, he had no choice but to give up his experiment, thinking that if he were to make sugar again in the future, he could conduct the experiment before pouring the juice into the cauldron.

Perhaps at that time, these impurities can really be separated, and then purer crystals can be obtained.

After restraining these thoughts, he used a bamboo spoon to scoop the syrup in the pot into a prepared large bamboo tube, which could hold at least three catties of water.

As a result, the syrup obtained did not have a bamboo tube, and it was estimated that it might only be one or two catties.

But in his opinion, it is very good to get so much sugar, after all, it is extracted from immature sugar cane.

If so many sugar canes are mature, it is estimated that it can be doubled or tripled.

Thinking about not having to worry about sugar in the future, he felt very happy.

Scraping the syrup in the cauldron, and then cleaning the cauldron, Yun Buliu held the big bamboo tube, and used his spiritual thoughts to draw out the yang energy in the syrup.

After losing its yang energy, the syrup cools down quickly.

Half an hour later, Yun Buliu gently cut open the bamboo tube, and a cylindrical piece of yellow brown sugar appeared in front of him. He gently poked the edge of the brown sugar with a bone drill, and a small piece fell off.

He picked up the brown sugar and stuffed it into his mouth, and the sweetness spread in his mouth.Squinting your eyes, poking your mouth, feeling the sweetness spread in your taste buds, you will feel a sense of satisfaction and happiness.

I don't know if seeing Yun Buliu's enjoyment, the little fur ball and the little tiger cub quickly came together.

Yun Buliu poked the brown sugar cube with a bone drill again, poked off a small piece, and stuffed it into the little furball's little mouth, and the little furball squinted its big eyes.

Little ones who love sweetness clearly enjoyed this flavor.

Seeing this, the little tiger cub wanted to stick out its big tongue at the round piece of brown sugar, but Yun Buliu quickly picked up the brown sugar and stared at it.

The little tiger cub suddenly felt very wronged, and the difference in treatment was too obvious.It lay down directly, with its big head held high, whining and whining, almost rolling on the ground.

Yun Buliu thought about it, and gave it a small piece of brown sugar.

It only wagged its tail when it got what it wanted.

But in fact, it couldn't taste anything at all. After the big tongue rolled in the candy, it quickly spit it out again, staring at the yellow lump on the ground, seemingly puzzled.

Yun Buliu didn't know if the tiger could taste the sweetness, but judging by the appearance of the little fur ball, it could taste it.

But looking at the little tiger cub's appearance, Yun Buliu felt that it probably wouldn't be able to taste it.

So, I really want to grab it and smoke it!

Obviously can't taste it, but also a waste of my sugar!
But looking at its dumbfounded look, Yun Buliu thinks about it or forget it, this guy has been very resentful for the past two days, wait for him to feel better in a few days before smoking it!
It pokes the brown sugar into small pieces, puts them in a covered bamboo tube, and stores them in the hall on the first floor of the small bamboo building.

There is a shelf in the hall on the first floor, on which there are many things, salt, tea, dried bitter herbs and dried mushrooms, fragrant wood powder, honey... Now I will add a tube of sugar.

He also wrote a few words on the outside of the bamboo tube with a brush dipped in grass juice, and made a mark.

After the work was over, he picked up the leather bag, jumped into the grove, and walked towards the wilderness behind the grove. The crocodile's fresh meat was almost gone, only two claws remained.

He was going to hunt some fresh animal meat back, mainly to get some fresh meat for the little tiger cub, so that he and the little fur ball could continue to eat the crocodile paws.

Speaking of which, the crocodile meat steamed with honeycomb tastes really good.

When he came to the wilderness, he didn't see any beasts licking salt there, which made Yun Buliu somewhat surprised. At the same time, he also felt a little troublesome, because he had to enter the big forest.

Just when he was thinking this way, there was a cracking sound in the big forest. It was the sound of a giant tree breaking, very crisp, and there was an echo in the mountain forest.

He reckoned that there should be a dragon's head haunted there.

He reached out his hand to touch the leather pouch on his back, and there were ten iron spears stuck in it. It was time to fight with those earth-moving dragon beasts, although the big fangs of the four snow wolf kings hadn't been shattered yet.

He felt that the two wild boar tusks that followed him first could also be boiled away.

Since he had tiger teeth, he used wild boar tusks less and less, especially after grinding out the bone knife.

And now that there are iron tools, wild boar tusks are even more useless.

However, this did not prevent him from coveting the golden teeth on the dragon's head of the earth.

It stretched out its hand to hold the cub's head, motioning for it to retreat, then lowered its body with the little fur ball, and rushed straight towards the big forest.

(End of this chapter)