Chapter 802
very sweet? delicious?
Although they didn't know what the candy that Shenzi was talking about was, the people around them would pay attention to the key points. After hearing the words 'very sweet and delicious', their eyes lit up immediately.
Shenzi's mouth is recognized as the most tricky in the tribe. Shenzi said it was very sweet and delicious, so the taste of this thing called candy would not be that bad.
So, under the stimulation of Han Cheng's sweetness and deliciousness, a group of foodies moved quickly one by one. After a while, the fruits in the clay pot were completely cut into pieces.
There were also people holding a knife in their hands, slobbering and asking if it was enough. If not, they could take another bowl of peeled fruit and do the same.
Sure enough, under the premise of delicious food, foodies can always exert great power.
Han Cheng quickly waved his hand and said that it was enough, and let these people continue to peel the fruit here, preparing to make canned food, while he and another person carried the big basin of crushed fruit towards the stone mill.
Then I found water, jars, spoons, etc., and poured water into it along the grinding eye. After carefully scrubbing the inside and outside, Han Cheng began to stand there holding the wooden handle and turning around. stone mill.
On the side, the pregnant Bai Xuemei used a wooden spoon to scoop up the chopped fruit and poured it into the Moyan. They cooperated with each other very tacitly.
Now Han Cheng doesn't let Bai Xuemei do heavy work anymore, after all, it's a month old.
However, it is still possible to scoop up crushed fruit and pour it into the grinding eyes like this.
As the stone mill rotates round and round, the fruit poured into the stone mill is easily crushed by the stone mill, and the juice mixed with the crushed pulp flows out from around the stone mill and finally gathers together. Flow into the earthenware pot below.
The most delicious fruit is not the pulp, but the juice contained in itself.
If Han Cheng wanted to make fruit candy, he could only make an idea from fruit juice.
There is no juicer in the tribe, so Han Cheng thought of the stone mill in the tribe.
This thing can grind the soaked beans into juice, so it's not a problem to deal with softer fruits.
Just like ground beans, they need to be filtered.
However, with the experience of grinding tofu, it is not difficult for Han Cheng to do such a thing.
As the stone mill turned round and round, a large basin of crushed fruit was ground, and a jar and a half of fruit juice appeared on the ground.
Han Cheng found a sling made of linen and sticks for grinding tofu, washed it with water, and hung it on a horizontal bar not far away.
Find a clean basin and put it under it again, pour the fruit juice in the jar into it, then hold one side of the two crossed sticks in the sling with both hands, and shake them up and down one after the other.
Following Han Cheng's movements, the juice of these fruits turned into a line, flowing down from the lowest part of the sling.
In the end, all that's left in the sling is the ground up pulp.
To make the fruit juice sweeter, besides adding sugar to it to increase the sugar content, another way is to reduce the water in the fruit juice.
It is easy to reduce the water content. You only need to pour the juice into a clay pot and cook it vigorously. This is very similar to boiling salt in the tribe.
The hand drill whirred, and it didn't take long for flames to rise.
As the flame continued to burn, the juice in the big jar began to boil, and puffs of white gas came out.
As the water continues to evaporate, the juice in the clay pot also shows signs of thickening, and at the same time emits some sweetness.
Today is the second day of the tribe's three-day long holiday, and the people in the tribe are relatively leisurely. Many people came to watch after seeing God Son Han tinkering with things here.
Those who peeled the fruit for canning couldn't help it anymore, put down their work, and joined the ranks of onlookers when they came here.
Smell the rich fruity sweet smell in the air,
Look at the viscous and bubbling fruit juice in the jar. Many people around are already licking the corners of their mouths!
"Remove more than half of the firewood below, and make the fire smaller!"
Han Cheng gave orders to the fire burner who was squatting there, and kept stirring the pot vigorously with the long-handled wooden spoon in his hand.
Han Cheng had never done anything like boiling sugar with fruit juice, but when he was a child, he used the white granulated sugar that he weighed at home to cook syrup.
When doing such a thing, the fire must be low and the stirring must be rapid, otherwise the viscous syrup will soon become mushy, and it will taste bitter, not to mention a sticky taste.
At this time, with the continuous evaporation of water, the juice in the clay pot became thicker and thicker, and it looked a bit similar to the syrup he had boiled back then. Han Cheng gave such an order based on his childhood experience, otherwise, the syrup would What a pity that it was about to be completed, but it was destroyed here in the end!
Hearing this, the fire burner immediately acted according to Han Cheng's instructions, and when he saw that the charcoal fire below was very prosperous, he shoveled some sand with a copper shovel and pressed it into the fire pit.
Han Cheng stirred it for a while, seeing that the fruit juice became more and more viscous, and the sweetness exuded became more and more intense, so he asked someone to bring some clean earthenware bowls over.
And he scooped up the fruit syrup in the jar with a wooden spoon and scooped it into the bowl.
The bright yellow syrup slowly slid into the pottery bowl, drawing a bright and attractive silk thread in the air.
"Gudong!"
"Gudong!"
The people around were consciously quiet at this moment, smelling the rich sweetness in the air and looking at the extremely tempting syrup in front of them, many of them subconsciously began to swallow.
Because this stuff looks so delicious!
Pure fruit juice consumes a lot of sugar, and the temperature difference between day and night where the Qingque tribe is located is far from the level of wearing fur in the morning and wearing gauze in the afternoon, and eating watermelon around the stove, which is not conducive to the accumulation of fruit sugar, so the sugar content is high. Not too high.
This is also the case, a large bowl of fruit, the boiled syrup is only two and a half bowls, and it is still a small bowl.
After waiting like this for a while, the syrup in the bowl has solidified into a block, a little translucent, and looks pretty good.
Han Cheng found a relatively thin copper knife, and pried it around the edge of the bowl a few times, and the big sugar cube in the bowl was lifted up.
Under everyone's anxious gaze, Han Cheng knocked off a small piece from the top with the back of the copper knife and put it into his mouth.
"Gudong!"
"Gudong!"
As Han Cheng put the candy into his mouth, there was a burst of swallowing sound, even Wu was no exception.
The freshly brewed fruit candy entered the mouth, and a sweet taste spread in the mouth immediately, and it also carried the taste of red fruit that Han Cheng called it.
Not as sweet as honey, but it surpasses the juice of canned fruit.
Overall, the taste is not bad.
Han Cheng carefully tasted the fruit candy he cooked with his own hands, with a smile on his face and a slight nod from time to time to express his satisfaction with his craftsmanship.
When Han Cheng recovered from the joy of successfully making fruit candy, he found that all the people around him were looking at his mouth and swallowing.
This situation made Han Cheng a little flustered.
It's fine for the female primitive to look at her mouth and swallow her saliva, but what's the matter with you unshaven old men?
Han Cheng knocked off two more pieces with the back of the knife, and gave one to Wu and the other to the senior brother.
The two took it, held it in their hands and looked at it carefully, then put it into their mouths with some reluctance.
After entering the fruit candy, Wu's eyes widened immediately, and there was a faint light in the cloudy eyes.
Eldest brother's reaction was the opposite of Wu's, his eyes narrowed instead, but there was an expression of joy and enjoyment between his brows and eyes.
Look at Wu and Eldest Brother who only care about eating sweets, and don't even care about talking, and look at the greedy state of these people around, Han Cheng, who is eating a piece of fruit candy, sniffs slightly.
Well, don't think about leaving the sugar that has just been boiled out.
At that moment, someone brought over a clean clay basin without any water. Han Cheng took the piece of fruit candy and the copper knife in the other hand, and began to beat it with the back of the knife.
With Han Cheng's beating, the bowl-shaped sugar cubes began to shatter, and the yellowish sugar cubes fell into the clay pot below one after another, making a pleasant sound.
After knocking out a large piece of candy, Han Cheng didn't stop to distribute candy to everyone, but carefully pried out the other two bowls with the copper knife in his hand, and smashed them with the back of the copper knife.
With so many people, knocking on one piece is obviously not enough.
"Come on, eat candy, eat candy!"
Han Cheng put the copper knife aside, then held the crushed candy in the basin and said to everyone.
"Open your mouth, ah~"
Then he said this to a little girl who was closest to him with two braids, and opened his mouth wide while speaking.
The little girl followed Han Cheng's example and opened her mouth wide. Han Cheng picked up a piece of fruit candy and put it into the little girl's mouth.
"sweet!"
After taking the fruit candy that she had never eaten before, the little girl jumped up and down, and said happily while popping the top of the candy in her mouth.
Therefore, the rest of the minors also grew their mouths big, waiting for the feeding from the Son of God, looking very much like swallow babies with big mouths waiting for the big bird to feed them.
Han Cheng squeezed the candies with his hands and fed them all the way. When these little guys ate the candies one by one and chattered happily, there was only a small half of the little candy left.
Seeing the cheerful appearance of these children, both Han Cheng and other people in the tribe couldn't help being filled with joy, happier than eating candy.
Although there were not many fruit candies left in the basin, Han Cheng still let everyone in the tribe eat the first batch of boiled fruit candies with his strength.
This seemingly difficult question was simply too difficult for Han Cheng.
Because when I was in the first grade of elementary school, a partner in his class covered the mouth of his schoolbag with his hand when he came to school one day, and then announced to everyone in the class with a proud face that he would give everyone candies to eat, and It's still the kind of ten per person!
At that time, the whole class was boiling, and everyone looked at this proud classmate with admiration and expectation.
Han Cheng was also beating heartily.
Ten candies!
For the children of that era, it was really not a small amount!
Then, under the expectant gaze of everyone, this guy proudly took out a bag of one-jin white sugar from his schoolbag...
Han Cheng will never forget that guy gave ten candies to each of the thirty or forty people in the class, and then the candy bag still looked full...
With this guy's excellent operation, it would be strange if Han Cheng couldn't find a way to let the rest of the tribe taste the first batch of sugar.
"Delicious! Sweet!"
Although except for a few adults, the rest of the people were only allocated a little bit under Han Dashenzi's arrogant operation, but this did not prevent everyone from giving this kind of newly created by Shenzi called Highly rated candy stuff!
"If it's sweet, make more!"
Dashenzi Han waved his hand proudly and said.
Anyway, since he came here, fruits and other things have been in an auxiliary position in the tribe's recipes, and they have become embellishments after dinner.
And many fruits are used to brew fruit vinegar and fruit wine and to boil canned fruit.
And under Han Cheng's conscious promotion, the people in the tribe threw away some miscellaneous trees around them and planted fruit trees.
Among them, Bugs Bunny, a dedicated gardener, is the most skilled at these things.
Under such circumstances, the Qingque tribe's fruit would be wasted if it was too much, but it was true that it was abundant.
It's okay to boil some more sugar,
Therefore, the people who had agreed to take a three-day long vacation spontaneously ended their vacation on the second day, picking ripe fruits, picking fruits, cutting fruits, grinding mills... …Started a booming sugar boiling business.
The minors in the tribe, after tasting the delicious and hard fruit candies, all of them were enthusiastic. They followed the adults to pick up fruits, and they couldn't drive them away with all kinds of help. kind of.
Therefore, for a period of time in the future, the area of the Qingque tribe will be enveloped in the sweet aroma of boiled fruit candy.
When people were still satisfied with eating the kind of pounded and lumped fruit candies, the well-informed Dazi had already asked Heiwa to fire a batch of pottery plates with many small pits, glazed kind of.
Then pour the boiled syrup into these small pits little by little, and after cooling and solidifying, it will be a piece of regular small sugar cubes.
When not eating, it is packed in a bamboo tube, and when eating, just pour out a few pieces from the bamboo tube, no wrapping paper is needed, very convenient.
For things like pouring the boiled syrup into the mold, the second senior brother who often scoops up the copper juice and pours it into the mold is proficient. This is practice makes perfect.
And when people were overjoyed by Shenzi's invention, Han Dashenzi had another new invention.
When the second senior brother was pouring the boiled syrup into the mold again, Han Cheng came over with a handful of small bamboo branches cut into small pieces.
And smoothly inserted the small bamboo branches in his hand into the unsolidified sugar cubes one by one.
After the syrup solidified, he gently lifted the small bamboo stick with his fingers, and a lollipop appeared.
As soon as this kind of candy, which was called "lollipop" by Shenzi, appeared, it was immediately welcomed by everyone in the tribe.
Not only the minors like it, but even the adults in the tribe love this lollipop.
Because this kind of candy can be eaten for a while and can be held in the hand with a bamboo branch. In this way, one candy can be eaten for a whole day!
So, in today's Qingque tribe, I saw a bearded, five-year-old man with a lollipop in his mouth, and he took it out from time to time to look around, and waited a while before putting it in his mouth again Don't be surprised at the scene of going to eat here...
This method of using molds to shape the syrup, and the idea of sticking a small bamboo branch on the syrup before it hardens, so that this piece of candy can be eaten in one's hand, all of a sudden It opened a new door for the dexterous Heiwa.
In addition to the most conventional, rectangular parallelepiped molds, he also pondered over some other more complex types of molds.
Among them, the most loved by the tribe is the candy in the shape of a butterfly with two wings.
Many people are reluctant to eat it when they hold it in their hands.
The most frightening thing is the candy in the shape of a blue bird.
This thing is not made for people to eat, it is almost like it is made for people to worship.
In the whole tribe, except for Han Cheng, a ferocious son of a god, who can eat this kind of candy in the shape of a blue bird without any scruples, the rest dare not eat it. Wu, an unsuccessful old god stick, even wants to hold it Put it together with the totem pole.
"Boom!"
Seeing Han Cheng bit off the whole head of the candy in the shape of a blue bird in his hand, and chewed it loudly, Wu's body trembled for a while.
This is really too cruel!
Seeing Han Cheng eating so sweetly and relishing it, Wu finally gave up the plan to put the candy and the totem pole together after a lot of psychological struggle, and put it to his mouth instead.
After hesitating for a while, he moved to his mouth, but finally he couldn't open his mouth to bite.
Instead, he gave the candy in his hand to Han Cheng, and found an ordinary lollipop to eat there.
Han Cheng no longer asked the second senior brother to make this kind of candy in the shape of a blue bird, otherwise if he continued to make it, he would have to eat something wrong...
The appearance of candies made the whole Qingque tribe suddenly more colorful.
After a few days like this, people who were busy with the autumn harvest began to take tools, food and other things, and headed west along the previously built road.
The autumn harvest is over, and after a short break, it's time for them to continue building this very important road.
However, compared with before the autumn harvest, fewer people went to build roads.
Because although the large-scale autumn harvest is over, there are still a lot of piecemeal work that needs to be done.
Pick fruit, make wine, make vinegar, etc., harvest the three or four hundred acres of hemp, clean up the retting ponds, repair some of the land that has been opened up, repair some drainage ditches that were washed away by water in summer, and arrange some people Going to Yanshan to continue to open up cultivated land, all these need people to do it.
In addition, a certain amount of manpower is needed to start cutting the grass to dry, and then store it, which is easy to use in winter.
There are more and more livestock in the tribe, and they need to eat a lot of forage in one winter.
Although the tribe has harvested a lot of soft millet stalks crushed by stone rollers that can be used to feed livestock, but simply feeding millet stalks is not enough. Animals don't like to eat them, and they tend to lose weight.
It is necessary to use collected and stored hay and feed it together with millet stalks.
To put it bluntly, this hay is equivalent to a meal for livestock.
Hei Wa, the second senior brother, and the group were not idle, and began to cast bronze thorns on a large scale to attach to the rattan shield.
Limp and the others were not idle, and continued to weave things like helmets.
The Qingque Tribe, who took a short rest, once again began to work at full strength.
On such a day, Han Cheng didn't go out, because these things are already done by the people in the tribe, and he doesn't need to guide them, as long as they are arranged, they can be done well.
In addition to this reason, there is another reason that Bai Xuemei's belly is getting bigger and bigger, and Han Cheng himself is not at ease when he travels far away.
Although it was not the first time that Bai Xuemei had given birth, Han Chengcheng was worried, and he couldn't take it lightly like many male adults in the tribe.
During such a time, Han Cheng lived a very leisurely life.
It's okay, I took Little Peas, led the pregnant woman Bai Xuemei, followed by Gouzi, and went to the field to catch some grasshoppers to feed the ducklings in the tribe.
Sometimes I also go to pick the fruit with the people in the tribe.
In autumn, the sky is already high and far away, especially now that the crops in the land around the tribe have been harvested, it looks even more high and wide.
Walking outside at a time like this always feels kind of open-minded.
As for the yellow leaves that sometimes flutter down, in Han Cheng's eyes, they directly become the existence of flowers and butterflies, without feeling the loneliness of autumn...
Autumn is here, and the air becomes cooler at night, but sometimes, autumn tigers will still show off their power.
Just like now.
There is not a single white cloud in the blue sky, not even a bird fluttering its wings, and there is only a big white sun above the sky, which is continuously emitting heat.
Looking around, there are dazzling sunlight everywhere.
There was no wind, and the air was so hot that it was almost suffocating.
When a person sits in the shade, even if he is motionless, his body will sweat profusely.
Fu Jiang lay listlessly on the ground and stuck out his long tongue, and the two pandas just stayed in the pool and refused to come out.
In such weather, it really makes people doubt whether it is still autumn.
The sultry weather not only makes people feel uncomfortable, but also seriously affects people's appetite.
At noon, the tribe started to eat after cooking. In the past, when it was time to eat, the people who were extremely excited were not excited anymore.
Except for a small number of people represented by the second senior brother, the rest of the people have a good meal and a bad meal.
Since Huo Yi Huo Er passed away one after another, he became the oldest witch in the tribe, and even ate only half a bowl of millet porridge and stopped eating.
Han Cheng also didn't have much appetite, looking at the rice in the bowl, he just didn't want to put it in his mouth.
It can't go on like this! Not being able to eat is a big problem.
For this foodie, nothing is more worrying than this.
"How can I forget this thing!"
Han Cheng suddenly slapped his head and stood up in surprise...