At this time, on the small stove, both sides of the flat wooden pot lid, are ...... It is hot with the aroma of rice and meat.

When the time comes, the rice and intestines in the pot will be cooked.

Lift the pot, lift the bowl, blow the reddened fingers that are burned by the sausage bowl, and fill the energy-filled, meat-soaked multigrain rice......

It's time for a lunch that warms your stomach and your heart.

"I'm so happy, in the future, every day will be so happy. ”

After saying these ordinary words, Shao Manchu couldn't care about it anymore, buried his head, and took a big bite of food.

Miscellaneous multigrain rice can always give people infinite surprises, soft and glutinous, under the catalysis of high temperature, all the taste into the most harmonious music.

A slice of heavy sausage dripping with meat oil and five-spice powder, with its unique sour and spicy flavors, completes the final fusion of life's flavors.

This meal was so enjoyable that the people who used the meal were stunned to eat a thin sweat on this cold winter day.

Let the young man, who was already strong, untie the big jacket he was wearing outside when he was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

I went to finish all the work at hand, and then looked at the sun, and the time passed for a full hour.

It's time to go to the kang and have a look.

Shao Manchu came to the side of the kang, opened the lid of the sealed big jar, and looked inside obliquely, the malt flour that was originally quite strong had shrunk by half, wilting, and oozing a lot of slurry.

He stretched out his finger and lightly dipped it on the surface of the water layer, and when he reached into his mouth and tasted it, a sweet taste emerged.

"Almost!"

Shao Manchu put the lid aside, turned around and took out the prepared gauze, grate out the dregs in the jar, and only filled the remaining sweet water and moved it to the stove room.

The rest is to work slowly and carefully.

By the time the sun reached the horizon, Shao Manhoard's forehead of sugar had solidified into a lump.

He grabbed the two ends, like pulling the dough, and pulled the maltose as strong as a rubber band to both sides, and after the gummies were in full contact with the air, they quickly gathered together, kneading them a few times, and then repeatedly pulling and fusing them.

In the end, each layer of sugar was stained with crystal clear bubbles, and even Shao Manchu's strength could not pull it, even if this piece of long thick brown sugar was completed, even if the process of drawing was completed.

Taking advantage of this half-condensed heat, Shao Manho opened his collar and resisted the sugar recipe outside the house.

The temperature of the internal heat was so excited, and a layer of white mist suddenly appeared on the surface of the sugar recipe.

However, as soon as it was shelved on the shelf in the courtyard, the candy cube was already frozen with a layer of frost.

Knocked from the outside, the inside is still a little soft.

Shao Manchu didn't leave, but went up from time to time to touch the temperature of this candy cube.

When the temperature of the sugar and the palm of his hand were inseparable, he pulled out the knife that he had prepared from his waist, and cut the large sugar cube into two hand-long, finger-wide strips.

Twenty-three, the sugar melon sticky sugar melon strips, this is considered to be done.

Shao Manchu didn't dare to delay for too long, so he pulled out the basket that had been prepared under the shelf, carefully stacked the divided sugar strips together, copied the bottom, and sent them to the stove room.

He didn't dare to put this kind of good thing on the shelf casually.

It is necessary to put it in a flat-bottomed basket, cover it with a thickly sealed cloth, wrap it in oiled paper that is difficult to tear, and tie it tightly with a straw rope.

If you keep it in this way, you can put it down for a winter, and if you can eat it when the temperature rises in early spring, it will definitely not go bad.

After doing all this, Shao Manchu was satisfied.

He finished cleaning up the candy guys, pulled out the leftovers that had been stuffed in the pot at noon, cleaned up the rest, and then boiled a pot full of boiling water in the cleaned cauldron.

At this time, the small shed was still hot with a fire, which was just the right time for Shao Manchu to clean himself.

He carefully divided the cauldron of water into two wooden barrels that had already been filled with cold water, and made himself a bath that barely lasted for a bath.

The fatigue and dust of the past few days were gradually diluted in the monotonous sound of splashing.

A layer of dirt floated on the water, and the skin wounds on his body had already shown signs of healing, and the young man who was cleaning in the house had only revealed his original color.

The young man's body was very thin, but because of the full meal of this day, he was full of vitality.

The original gray skin like a mud monkey has faded from its shell, revealing a golden autumn wheat-like appearance.

His face is a little rugged, not the most respected rich appearance today, but because of those bright and amazing, clear and transparent eyes, he adds a bit of youthful vigor to his overall image.

Shao Manchu didn't know what he was looking at, so he wiped his short, miscellaneous wet hair casually, and poured the relatively mild water in the bucket down the sewer he had dug out of the shed.

After changing into clean clothes and trousers, he watched the water turn a few corners along the pit and flow into the vegetable field where there was nothing left, and then he closed all the doors, slipped out, and got into the slightly dry warm kang, closed his eyes and entered the dream.

In the following days, Shao Manhoard was busy and fulfilling.

A cold and unusually unusually new year, but in the process of his constant search for work for himself...... It's fleshed out.

On the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month, the three adobe homes that had not been cleaned for three years were cleaned by Shao Manchu from the inside out.

On the twenty-fifth day of the lunar month, he went to the last big gathering of Zhangzhen alone before the year, cut two catties of pork, asked for a side of tofu, added a catty of sea salt, a catty of sugar, and added a few packets of seasonings, and looked at the rice and the black noodles that were coarsely ground twice were really fresh, and they gritted their teeth and added ten catties each.

Seeing that there were still a few extra copper plates in his pocket, he grabbed a bunch of vermicelli and held a handful of sunflower seeds and other teeth-grinding things.

When I walked to the stall selling candle yellow paper, I also deliberately cut two squares of brown yellow paper and a coarse yellow fragrance.

Look at the east, buy and buy in the west, and when these are finished, not a silver dollar in your hand will be spent.

A dime and a pound of pork only need six points of rice and five points of rye, so that Shao Manho, who suddenly has a huge amount of money, can have more choices.

After he stuffed the back basket behind him so full that he couldn't even insert things into the gaps, he carried his things and returned to the village full.