Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the golden autumn and October, and the northwest front is fighting very hard, but fortunately, no one in Xiaowan Village has received the notice of the death of their relatives in battle.

The harvest season has arrived, Li Niang's soybeans and sorghum have a bumper harvest, Du Zhong has long been sent to inquire about the exact time of harvest, this day the sorghum has just been harvested, the Du family has pulled away ninety percent of the sorghum, Li Niang's purse has bulged a lot.

Li Niang asked Uncle Fu to carefully take the sorghum stalk back to the house, don't spoil it, Du Zhong didn't get on the horse when he heard it, and walked back and asked, "Miss Mo, what else is the use of your sorghum stalk?" ”

"Ah, I read in a miscellaneous book that sorghum stalks can be used to squeeze sugar, and I want to try it or not." Li Niang said casually, and then, as she expected, Du Zhong's eyes straightened in an instant.

"Sugar squeezing? Can sorghum stalks still squeeze sugar? Du Zhong felt that he had been hit by a pie, and he couldn't run away with a reward.

Li Niang didn't speak, only skimmed off the leaves of a sorghum stalk, broke it in half, and handed it to Du Zhong and motioned for him to taste it.

"Sweet!" Du Zhong took a bite of the sorghum stalk and shouted loudly. Li Niang smiled like a little fox who had successfully stolen the chicken, and a large amount of silver was beckoning to her.

Du Zhong asked people to give a letter to his eldest young master, he didn't go back, he had to wait in Xiaowan Village to see Miss Mo squeeze sugar with sorghum stalks, hehe, I don't believe that his eldest young master can still sit still when he hears this message!

The Mo family planted three acres of sorghum, with an average yield of 600 catties per mu, which is a very considerable number, but the sorghum stalk is a terrifying number, Eucommia ulmoides has probably estimated, one mu can have 3,000 catties up, and the Du family has 30 acres of sorghum planted this season, think about how many sorghum stalks, if these sorghum stalks can be made into sugar, then how much sugar you get!

Eucommia didn't know how much sugar could be squeezed out of one acre of sorghum stalks, but he knew that sugar was a good thing, and it was worth much more than the sorghum stalks that were usually only used to feed livestock!

With Uncle Fu and Aunt Fu here, as well as Du Zhong, who volunteered to help, Li Niang was still very relaxed in the sugar squeezing process this time, and she could just move her mouth.

At the gate of the courtyard, a stove was temporarily built with a few stones, a large iron pot was erected, and on the side was a juicer built by Shubai who specially went into the city to ask the old blacksmith to build, and the small bucket was placed under the exit.

Juicing is the hardest step, what you want is a piece of strength, once the sweet juice of sorghum is squeezed out, filtered three times, put it in the pot to boil the syrup needs to be guarded for several hours, and you can't sleep, you have to keep stirring the syrup until it is sticky and thick, hanging on the spoon and falling off can be connected into a line, then you can move the syrup to the template and cool it into a piece of brown sugar flakes.

When the syrup boiled, a sweet smell began to waft through the air, and the wind blew the smell into the wilderness, towards the village of Little Bend, and it wasn't long before some villagers came over and asked what was going on.

When they heard that the Mo family was using the method they saw in books to squeeze sugar from sorghum stalks, the villagers were stunned.

"My mother! Can sorghum stalks still squeeze sugar? ”

"Mom! How many catties of sugar do we burn every year? ”

The villagers talked a lot, seeing Uncle Fu shaking his hands and sweating profusely, and some people rushed up to replace him, they all wanted to learn skills, and a good opportunity should not be missed.

Shubai didn't want everyone to misunderstand, thinking that why sorghum stalks can be squeezed for sugar, so he told everyone that he planted a kind of sweet sorghum, which was different from what the villagers planted.

After getting dark, the villagers had to go back to eat, and the family came over, and then the little babies were reluctant to leave, which little baby didn't like to eat sugar? They all bite their fingers around the pot.

"Let's all go back, come back at this time tomorrow, and then each family will send a piece of candy for everyone to taste." As soon as Shubai's words came out, the villagers all took their babies back, and they talked about other things when they were really out of sugar.

Uncle Fu and Du Zhong even ate by the syrup pot, and then saw two people coming from the village, a little distance between one and the other, and when they got closer, Uncle Fu stood up, bent down slightly and shouted Old Lady.

Du Zhong knew that this old man was Mo Lao Xiucai, was this his wife Wang in the back? It's not right at this age, and Uncle Fu didn't call the old lady, so who is this woman?

Mrs. Liu, who was stared at by Du Zhong, shrank behind Mo Lao Xiucai, looking very timid and afraid, Mo Lao Xiucai did not enter the house, just stood next to the big iron pot and watched, Uncle Fu did his duty to shout out the book.

The book was in good order to greet his grandfather, and Lao Xiucai asked Xiao Xiucai: "I heard that your recipe for squeezing sugar is from the book?" Which book? ”

"Good to teach my grandfather to know that the recipe for squeezing sugar was not obtained by her grandson, but when Li Niang was fishing by the river, she met a wandering Taoist, who said that he had a fate with Li Niang, and gave her a broken book and half a catty of sorghum seeds, and then she copied the contents of the book, and the sorghum seeds were planted in two stubbles, and now there are enough poles to try to squeeze sugar."

Shubai had already prepared, took out Li Niang's handwritten sugar squeezing method from his sleeve and handed it to his grandfather, and said that there was a recipe for making wine, but now it was bought by the Du family in the capital, and they asked for secrecy, so they couldn't tell their grandfather.

Du Zhong was dying next to him, "Oh, this, that, Old Lady Mo, this recipe for squeezing sugar, my Du family will also buy it at a high price, or don't you look at it yet?" ”

Lao Xiucai's smile stiffened, and after a few breaths, he slowly slapped the manuscript on Shubai's body, "Okay, since the Du family wants to buy it, then the old man won't read it." ”

Shubai handed over the manuscript again, "Grandfather, this method of squeezing sugar is simple and easy to understand, and the key is that this sweet sorghum is rare, so it doesn't matter if you look at it." ”

This means that there is a way to squeeze sugar, and it is necessary to have this Rausch sweet sorghum to be useful? Lao Xiucai was completely uninterested, he already knew that the eldest grandson's sorghum was all bought by the Du family, and even if he kept the seeds, he would have to harvest next year.

"The gentleman said, the horse is difficult to chase, the old man said that if you don't look at it, you won't look at it, take it away!" Lao Xiucai was a little rude to open Shubai's arm, and then turned around and left, Liu Niangzi followed him tremblingly like an angry little daughter-in-law, Shubai stared at her waist that twisted a lot, and then frowned and looked away.

As an experimental product, the head pot of syrup, stayed up until midnight and was distributed into the mold, Uncle Fu and Du Zhong finished doing things and slept on a straw mat at the gate of the yard, Shubai and Li Niang had no words, but they didn't dare to relax, tens of thousands of catties of sorghum stalks were piled up outside, in case someone stole it, wouldn't it be a pity. (To be continued.) )