It has been brushed, a few pieces of wood are filled under the stove, tepid, a bowl of water has been found in the pot, and then the sugar is poured into the pot and stirred quickly with the bottom of the spoon. /

The fat man looked familiar: Isn't this just hanging pulp, I made a hanging pulp for Qiqi and them a few days ago.

I thought about it again, yes, isn't the sugar gourd just hanging a layer of syrup on the outside of the hawthorn, so I was relieved.

The sugar in the pot slowly melted, and a curtain was placed on the stool next to it, and on the curtain was a square piece of glass, which was wiped clean. The fat man's house originally had no idle glass, all on the window, and in winter, it couldn't be unloaded, and the big hole with a needle nose was windy.

The wild boys still had a trick, and I saw the second fat man leading a few snorers to run out, and after a while, one of them ran back with a piece of glass. When the fat man asked, it turned out to be on the frame of the mirror at home.

Seeing that the syrup in the pot was no longer foaming, Tang Fengshan grabbed a handful of sugar gourds with his left hand, held a spoon in his right hand, scooped up the sticky syrup, and splashed it on the sugar gourd.

"The heat of the syrup is the key, if it is not hot, it will stick to your teeth, and if the fire is too big, it will taste mushy when you eat, and it will also waste sugar." Tang Fengshan explained to the fat man, and he also saw that the fat man wanted to learn art, but he taught the apprentice to starve the master, so he just ordered it, but he didn't explain what kind of heat it was.

But the fat man doesn't care, his cooking skills are okay, and he has a lot of experience in boiling sugar, so he just stared at the movements of Tang Fengshan's hand, and saw that the sugar gourd on his left hand was spinning quickly, which could ensure that the syrup was evenly drenched, it seemed that this was a real skill.

With a snap, Tang Fengshan shot like electricity, and threw the sugar gourd in his hand on the glass sheet. The people around were shocked, thinking that the glass had shattered. Especially the two fat sons, they are even more trembling in their hearts. At that time, the glass was expensive, and if it was broken, it was estimated that it would be at least a ** board.

However, their worries were obviously a bit unnecessary, and they saw that the glass and the sugar gourd were intact, and the syrup on the side of the sugar gourd next to the glass had become flattened. Originally, there was a slight distance between the mountains and reds, but now the syrup is connected into a large piece.

Especially the one at the top of the book. It is more than an inch long sugar flakes. Thin as cicada wings. Crystal clear. It's delicious to look at.

The fat man couldn't help but shout yes. He had a keen eye. See the whole process clearly. With the power of wielding. Throw the syrup to the front. Just as he was about to fly away from the sugar gourd. Snap and land on the glass piece. The syrup spreads out immediately. This is the most effective. It's not just delicious. And it's good-looking. It seems that there is a lot of sugar on the ground.

The babies saw that the sugar gourd was freshly baked. He cried out for food. Tang Fengshan said with a smile: "I can't take it down yet." Let it freeze a little outside. Then you can take it all down. ”

Kiki listened. Walk out with the glass. Mao Mao immediately rushed out. Erfeizi and the others looked at this posture. They all ran out of the house.

And next to the stove. Tang Fengshan continued to dip the sugar gourd. A pot of syrup. It was forty or fifty years old. And. Every mountain red ground is covered with a layer of sugar. It's really a craft.

Boil two pots of syrup. Put on the ground sugar gourd and hang it up. The fat man has also basically mastered the essentials. Can't help but have a little itchy hand. Decided to try it out in the next pot.

At this time, I saw that Qiqi and the others had come back from outside, each holding a string of sugar gourds in their hands, gnawing on them deliciously, and even the Maomao brother was holding one, sticking out his tongue and licking the syrup on it, and there was only a click in his mouth.

Clumsy followed behind, anxious to speak, it was most willing to eat sweets, sugar gourd and appetite.

"Yaya, why don't you give a stupid one!" Lin Qingshan loves these animals the most, so he is upset for stupidity.

"Dad, I've finished eating a bunch of stupid bunches." The girl walked up to the stupid body and pointed to its mouth, and sure enough, it was stained with a small piece of syrup.

Unexpectedly, the stupid head suddenly reached out to her hand, snatched the gourd from the maid, and then the two slapped the thin stick, and with a flick of the mouth, the sugar gourd was gone.

Your way of eating is almost catching up with Zhu Bajie to eat ginseng fruit. Kiki patted his clumsy belly, then jumped to the side, clumsy his mouth swept into the air, but he didn't succeed.

The fat man saw that he was wearing a lot of sugar gourds, so he said to Tang Fengshan, "Tell me to try." ”

"Can you do it, don't waste the sugar." Tang Fengshan was still a little worried.

The fat man did not answer, but happily sat down on the small iron pot on the stove, added water and sugar and stirred it, everything calmly. Tang Fengshan secretly wondered: Look at the fat man's technique, didn't he also sell sugar gourds before?

Seeing that the heat was about the same, the fat man also grabbed a handful of sugar gourds, stretched them out to the top of the iron pot, and then began to pour the juice, but his movements were not as skilled as Tang Fengshan.

When the sugar gourd in his hand was full of syrup, the fat man shook his arm after a loud roar, snapped, and fell on the glass piece.

The fat man's strength was originally quite large, and everyone was worried that the glass would break, but the fat man's strength was well controlled, and the strength of the ground was quite large, but when he fell, his wrist was retracted, just right, and a thin layer of sugar tablets was also dropped.

Originally, this time the dipped gourd was also close to perfection, but there was only a small accident. When he flicked his arm, it was a little fierce, and a large puddle of syrup flew straight out.

The fat man secretly screamed that it was not good, the temperature of the syrup was very high, and if it was attached to his face, he would have to burn off a layer of skin. I saw a black figure standing in front of me, it was stupid, and the syrup clicked, and it flew right onto its furry arm.

Clumsy was also taken aback: What the hell? It had just eaten two strings of sugar gourds, and it hadn't enjoyed it yet, so it dangled in front of the fat man, waiting for an opportunity to get something to eat, and the syrup happened to fall on it.

I felt hot when I was stupid, and I sniffed it in front of my nose, and I was immediately happy

It happened to be its favorite ground honey, and immediately stuck out its tongue and licked it violently.

Seeing that there was no accident, the fat man was relieved, and when he looked at the glass piece, he was also quite proud, and the sugar gourd was also decent, and it could be inserted into the grass target to sell.

Tang Fengshan next to him was a little dumbfounded: It's not good, this fat man must be stealing my craft, his peers are enemies, and the one who grabbed the job is here.

"Lift the glass outside, and I'll keep these skewers for me to eat slowly." The fat man pointed fingers, and the two fat men and Qiqi were instructed to make the group turn around. However, the little ones are secretly happy in their hearts: the fat uncle will dip the sugar gourd, and he will not be able to eat less in the future.

"What does it smell like?" The fat man sniffed a few times, then he smelled a burnt smell, and when he looked into the pot, the syrup inside turned red. I got carried away just now and didn't care about the syrup in the pot.

The fat man scratched his head and brought down the iron pot: "Brother Tang, I'll come by myself in the future-what, don't worry, I'm just dipping it for the babies to eat, and I won't steal business with you, haha-"

He also saw that Tang Fengshan's face was not very happy, and hurriedly said comfort. Tang Fengshan pondered, relying on the mountain to be so far away, he couldn't sell it here in the future, it would not affect the business, so he was relieved.

"Stupid-" Qiqi suddenly exclaimed, and the fat man saw a black figure rushing towards the iron pot, and hurriedly blocked the front, banging, and bumping into the stupid one, thanks to the fat man's strength, stupid and not adult, this stopped the little guy who wanted to drink syrup.

"I'll give it to you when it's cold!" The fat man stretched out his fingers and tapped twice on the bridge of his clumsy nose. The bear is the most vulnerable in this place, and the clumsy two slaps cover their noses, and their mouths are vigorous.

"Open the rice-" Ye Ying walked into the house with a string of sugar gourds in one hand and a stack of bowls in the other.

The fat man couldn't help but tease her: "This is for children to dip, why did you eat it?" ”

Ye Ying didn't care at all: "Fat brother, you give me more dips, and take it when I go home for the New Year, it will be more fragrant if I sprinkle some sesame seeds again." ”

The girl's mouth is more tricky, and she is slightly worse than the fat man.

The two fat men all went home with a string of sugar gourds in one hand, and they all clamored: "Come back after eating." ”

"If anyone wants to eat sugar gourds again, take the sugar themselves." The fat man snorted very ungracefully.

The snot baby wiped it under her nose with her sleeve: "Fat uncle, is it okay to use saccharin?" ”

The next morning, Tang Fengshan rode a bicycle, carrying two sacks of Shanli Red on the shelves, and a large bundle of strips on them, returning with a full load.

The villagers in the backing mountains began to practice Yangge in full swing, because Lin Qingshan brought back the news, and after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, they began to transport building materials, which did not conflict with twisting Yangge at all.

The fat man is the main force of the Yangge team, and this year's Yangge team lineup has been further expanded, with one Zhu Bajie and three Monkey Kings. The fat man can't see it, a Monkey King will make Zhu Bajie obedient, if the brothers go together, then Zhu Bajie still has a job, and he hurriedly changed people.

Kiki is the smartest, called Clumsy and takes over the role of the fat uncle. The little Ben put on a pig's head, tied a nine-tooth nail rake to his arm, walked staggeringly, and with a black hair, he was much more handsome than the fat man.

It's a little bad that it strikes without giving it food, and as a result, Kiki has to throw popcorn at it on the side.

The fat man was idle all of a sudden, and felt a little empty in his heart, so he worked at home with the big braids, cleaning the house, pasting the walls and sheds, erecting lanterns, and working very busy, and living a very fulfilling life.

The big pigtail cleaned up the inside and outside of the house, and on the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, he and Ye Ying returned to the city, after all, they were two daughters who didn't go out, and it was not good to celebrate the New Year in someone else's house.

Wang Gong and Yaya are definitely going to spend the New Year here, Yaya has a group of friends to play, Wang Gong is also quite happy, every day the two are full, and they live leisurely.

Of course, for the fat man, there is another big thing, that is, to write Spring Festival couplets for each family, which is also his more proud craft. The last time I went to the supply and marketing cooperative, the fat man bought back the pen and ink, ready to show his hand.

On the afternoon of the 27th, after practicing Yangge, everyone took the red paper and went to the fat man's house to ask for a match. The fat man sat in front of the table in two rows, holding a pen in one hand and a small cigarette in the other, full of energy.

The car boss was the first to come: "Fatty, write something for my carriage first, and ask for good luck." ”

"It's easy to say, the car travels thousands of miles, and the people and horses keep safe, how about this word?" The fat man took a sip of cigarette, and the smoke curled up, which was quite a bit of a master's style.

"Write a pair, I'll try it." Wang Gong jumped down from the kang and stood in front of the table, wearing glasses, polite and polite, taking the brush in the fat man's hand, and his arm did not need to be next to the table, ready to hang his elbow and read.

"Wang Gong, are you okay?" The fat man was stronger than him when he saw that other people's posture was stronger, and he had to lie on the table to write.

Wang Gong didn't answer, and the pen walked with a wave. The fat people are dumbfounded, and they are often written at a glance, and the minimum is ten or twenty years old.

So he got up from the stool in a daze: "Wang Gong, please sit down, Qiqi, and serve fragrant tea to your Uncle Wang." ”

Wang Gong also nodded with satisfaction: "It's okay, I learned Huaisu in this line of grass, and I have a bit of style." After speaking, he turned to the car boss: "What else are you writing?" ”

The car boss frowned and looked at it for a long time: "Wang Gong, I'll still ask the fat man to write, we don't know the word you write, and we don't know what to read when you paste it." ”

The fat man was overjoyed: "Third uncle, it's still your old wisdom and eyesight." ”

Wang Gong held his glasses: "You want regular script, why didn't you say it earlier, I am the best at regular script." ”