Sweet? Delicious?

Although I didn't know what Miko was talking about, the people around me would focus on the point, and when they heard the words 'very sweet and delicious', their eyes lit up immediately.

Shenzi's mouth is recognized as the most diaphragm in the tribe, and Shenzi says that it is very sweet and delicious, so if you think about this thing called a sugar cube, the taste will not be bad.

So, under the stimulation of Han Cheng's very sweet and delicious foodies, a group of foodies moved quickly one by one, and after a while, the fruits of the clay pot had been completely cut into pieces.

There are also people who hold knives in their hands and suck saliva in their mouths and ask if they are enough, and if they are not enough, they can also treat another pot of peeled fruit, and the same is done.

Sure enough, under the premise of being delicious, foodies can always exert great power.

Han Cheng hurriedly waved his hand and said that it was enough, and let these people continue to peel the fruit here and prepare to make canned food, while he and another person carried this large pot of broken fruit towards the stone mill.

Then he found clean water, jars, and spoons, and poured water on them along the grinding eye, and after carefully scrubbing them inside and out, Han Cheng began to hold the wooden handle and stand there spinning the stone mill in a circle.

On the side, Bai Xuemei, who had a big belly, scooped up the chopped fruit with a wooden spoon and poured it into the grinding eye, which seemed to be very tacit with each other.

Now Han Cheng doesn't let Bai Xuemei do any heavy work, after all, the month is old.

However, it is still possible to scoop up the fruit and pour it into the grinding eye like this.

As the stone mill rotates in a circle, the fruit poured into the stone mill is easily crushed by the stone mill, and there is juice mixed with the crushed pulp, which flows out of the surrounding area of the stone mill, and finally gathers together and flows into the clay pot placed below.

The most delicious thing about the fruit is not the flesh, but the juice contained in it.

If Han Cheng wants to make fruit candy, he can only make an idea from the juice.

There was no juicer in the tribe, so Han Chengcheng thought of the stone mill in the tribe.

This thing is able to grind soaked beans into juice, which is naturally not a problem for softer fruits.

It's like ground beans, which 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 rotated in circles, a large pot of broken fruit was grinded, and an extra jar and a half of fruit juice came out of the ground.

Han Cheng found a sling made of fine linen cloth and sticks for grinding tofu, cleaned it with water, and hung it on a horizontal bar not far away.

He found a clean basin and put it underneath, poured the juice from the jar into it, and then held one side of the two sticks crossed by the sling with both hands, and shook it one after the other.

With Han Cheng's movements, the juice of these fruits turned into a line and flowed down from the lowest part of the sling.

In the end, all that was left of the sling was the ground pulp.

If you want to make the juice of the fruit sweeter, in addition to adding sugar to increase the sugar, another way is to reduce the water in the juice.

Reducing the water is easy to do, just pour the juice into a clay pot and cook it vigorously, which is very similar to boiling salt in the tribe.

The hand pressure drill whirred and turned, and it didn't take long for flames to rise.

As the flames continued to burn, the juice in the large jar began to boil, and streams of white gas bubbled out.

As the water continues to evaporate, the juice inside the clay pot also shows signs of thickening, and it also emits some sweetness.

Today is the second day of the tribe's three-day holiday, and the people in the tribe are relatively leisurely, and when they saw Han Dashenzi tinkering with things here, many people came over to watch.

Those who peeled the fruit and prepared to make canned food couldn't help it at this time, put down the work at hand, and after coming here, they joined the ranks of onlookers.

Smelling the rich sweet smell of fruit in the air, and looking at the thickened and bubbling fruit juice in the jar, many people around them began to lick the corners of their mouths!

"Take more than half of the firewood underneath and make the fire smaller!"

Han Cheng shouted and instructed the fire-lighter who was squatting there to stir vigorously in the pot with the long-handled wooden spoon in his hand.

Han Cheng has never done such a thing as boiling sugar with fruit juice, but when he was a child, he used the white sugar that he weighed at home to boil the syrup.

When doing such a thing, the fire must be low and stirred quickly, otherwise the viscous syrup will soon become mushy, and it will taste with a mushy taste, not to mention, and it will be a little bitter.

At this time, as the water continued to evaporate, the juice in the clay pot became more and more thick and viscous, and it looked somewhat similar to the syrup he had boiled at the beginning.

When the person who burned the fire heard this, he immediately acted according to Han Cheng's instructions, and when he saw that the charcoal fire below was very strong, he shoveled some sand and soil with a copper shovel and pressed it into the fire pit.

Han Cheng stirred for a while, and seeing that the juice of the fruit was getting thicker and thicker, and the sweetness it emitted was getting stronger and stronger, he asked people to bring a few clean pottery bowls.

He scooped up the fruit syrup from the jar with a wooden spoon and scooped it into the bowl.

The yellowish and bright syrup slowly slid into the pottery bowl, pulling a bright and alluring silk thread in the air.

"Goo-dong!"

"Goo-dong!"

The people around were consciously quiet at this time, smelling the rich sweetness in the air and looking at the extremely tempting syrup in front of them, many people subconsciously began to swallow their saliva.

Because this stuff looks so delicious!

The consumption of pure fruit juice and sugar is very large, and the temperature difference between day and night is not large, far from the extent of wearing fur in the morning and yarn in the afternoon, and eating watermelon around the stove, which is not conducive to the accumulation of sugar in the fruit, so the sugar content is not too high.

It is precisely like this, a large pot of fruit, boiled out of the 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 lump, a little translucent, and it looks pretty good.

Han Cheng found a relatively thin copper knife, turned around the edge of the bowl and pried it a few times, and the large sugar cube in the bowl was pried up.

Under the gaze of everyone, Han Cheng knocked off a small piece from above with the back of the copper knife and sent it into his mouth.

"Goo-dong!"

"Goo-dong!"

As Han Cheng put the candy cube in his mouth, there was a sound of swallowing saliva around him, and even Wu was no exception.

The freshly boiled fruit candy entered the mouth, and a sweet taste immediately spread in the mouth, and at the same time, it also carried this taste that Han Cheng called a red fruit.

It's not as sweet as honey, but it's also more than the juice of canned fruit.

Overall, it tastes pretty good.

Han Cheng carefully tasted the fruit candy he had boiled with his own hands, a smile appeared on his face, and he nodded slightly from time to time to express his satisfaction with his craftsmanship.

When Han Cheng came back to his senses from the joy of successfully making fruit candy, he found that the people around him were all looking at his mouth and swallowing saliva.

This situation made Han Cheng a little panicked.

It's okay for a female primitive to look at her mouth and swallow saliva, so what's the matter with you bearded old men?

Han Cheng knocked down two more pieces with the back of his knife, one for Wu and the other for Senior Brother.

The two took it, took it in their hands and looked at it carefully, and then put it in their mouths with some reluctance.

After the fruit candy was ingested, Wu's eyes suddenly widened, and there was a faint light in his cloudy eyes.

The reaction of the senior brother was the opposite of Wu's, his eyes narrowed instead, but there was a look of joy between his eyebrows and eyes.

Looking at Wu and Senior Brother, the two of them only cared about eating candy, and they couldn't even care about talking, and then looking at the greedy state of these people around them, Han Cheng, who was eating a piece of fruit candy in his mouth, sniffed slightly.

Well, don't think about the rest of this bit of sugar that came out just now.

At that moment, someone brought a clean clay pot without a little water, Han Cheng took this piece of fruit candy, and the copper knife in the other hand began to beat with the back of the knife.

As Han Cheng knocked it, the bowl-shaped sugar cube began to crumble, and the yellowish sugar cubes fell into the clay pot below, making a nice sound.

After knocking a large piece of candy, Han Cheng did not stop the action to give out candy to everyone, but used the copper knife in his hand to carefully pry out the other two bowls, and also smashed it with the back of the copper knife.

With so many people, it is obviously not enough to knock on one piece.

"Come, eat candy, eat sugar!"

Han Cheng put the copper knife aside, and then said to everyone with the smashed sugar cube in the basin.

"Open your mouth, ah~"

Then he said this to the nearest little girl with two pigtails, and opened her mouth wide as she spoke.

The little girl also followed Han Cheng's example, opened her mouth wide, and Han Chengcheng pinched a piece of fruit candy and put it in the little girl's mouth.

"Sweet!"

After the fruit candy that she had never eaten before, the little girl was full of excitement, and she said happily while putting the candy cube in her mouth.

As a result, the rest of the minors also grew their mouths wide and waited for the feed from the Son of God, which looked very much like the swallow baby with a large mouth waiting for the big bird to feed.

Han Chengcheng pinched the candy cubes with his hands and fed them all the way, and when these little guys were eating the candy cubes one by one, chattering happily, there was only a small half of the sugar left.

Looking at the cheerful appearance of these children, both Han Cheng and the others in the tribe couldn't help but be full of joy, happier than if they had eaten a candy cube.

Although there was not much fruit candy left in the pot, Han Cheng still used his strength to let everyone in the tribe eat the first batch of boiled fruit candy.

This seemingly very difficult question is not difficult for Han Cheng at all.

Because when he 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 proudly announced to everyone in the class that he was going to give everyone candy to eat, and it was the kind of ten pieces per person!

At that time, the whole class was boiling, and all of them looked at this spirited classmate with admiration and expectation.

Han Cheng was also careful with his liver thumping.

Ten pieces of sugar!

It was really not a small number for the children of that era!

Then, under the expectant gaze of everyone, this guy proudly took out a bag of a pound of white sugar from his schoolbag......

Han Cheng will never forget the scene when that guy gave ten candies to each of the thirty or forty people in the class, and then the sugar bags looked as full as they were......

With this guy's excellent operation in the front, it would be strange if Han Cheng couldn't find a way for the rest of the tribe to taste the first batch of sugar produced.

"Delicious! Sweet! ”

Although except for a few adults, the rest of the people, under the agitation of Han Da Shenzi, only got a little bit, but this did not prevent everyone from giving a high evaluation of this new thing made by Shenzi called a sugar cube!

"If it's sweet, then make a little more!"

Han Dashenzi waved his hand very arrogantly and said.

Anyway, since he came, things like fruits have been in a secondary position in the tribe's recipes, and have become decorations after tea and dinner.

In addition, many fruits are used to make fruit vinegar and fruit wine, as well as to boil canned fruits.

And under Han Cheng's conscious push, the people in the tribe threw away some of the surrounding miscellaneous trees and planted fruit trees.

Among them, Bugs Bunny, a specialized gardener, is the most proficient in these things.

In such a situation, the fruit of the Qingque tribe will not be wasted, but it is true that it is abundant.

It's okay to boil some more sugar,

Therefore, the people who said that they would take a three-day long vacation spontaneously ended their vacation the next day, picking the ripe fruit, cutting the fruit, and grinding the fruit...... Started the hot sugar boiling business.

The minors in the tribe, after tasting the delicious, hard fruit candy, were all enthusiastic, following the adults to pick up the fruit, all kinds of help, the kind that couldn't be driven away.

So, for a period of time in the future, a whole area of the Qingque tribe will be shrouded in the sweet aroma of boiled fruit candy.

Just when people were still satisfied with eating the kind of fruit candy that was knocked down and cut into pieces, the well-informed Great Divine Son had already made Heiwa fire a batch of pottery plates with many small pits, the kind with glaze.

Then pour the boiled syrup into these small pits little by little, cool and solidify, and make it a regular small sugar cube.

When you don't eat it, put it in a bamboo tube, and pour out a few pieces from the bamboo tube when you eat it, and you don't need wrapping paper, which is very convenient.

There is such a thing as pouring the boiled syrup into the mold, and the second senior brother who often scoops up the copper juice and pours it into the mold is skilled, which is practice makes perfect.

And when people were excited about this invention of the Son of God, the Son of Han had a new invention.

When the second senior brother poured the boiled syrup into the mold again, Han Cheng came over with a handful of small bamboo branches cut into small sections.

And easily inserted the small bamboo branches in his hand into the sugar cubes that had not yet solidified.

After the syrup solidified, he gently lifted the small bamboo branch with his fingers, and a lollipop appeared.

As soon as this candy, which Miko called 'lollipop', appeared, it was immediately popular with everyone in the tribe.

Not only the minors like it, but even the adults in the tribe love this lollipop.

Because this candy can be eaten for a while and you can hold it in your hand with a bamboo branch, so that you can eat a candy for a day!

So, in today's Qingque tribe, don't be surprised to see a bearded, five big and three thick old man, with a lollipop in his mouth, and from time to time he takes it out to look left and right, and then waits for a while before he puts it in his mouth again and eats it rarely......

This method of molding the syrup with molds, as well as tying a small bamboo branch to the syrup while the syrup is not yet hard, so that the idea of holding this piece of sugar in your hand and eating it suddenly opened a new door for the ingenious black baby.

In addition to the most conventional, cuboid molds, he also figured out some other more complex molds.

One of the most popular among the tribes is the candy in the shape of a butterfly with two wings.

Many people are reluctant to eat it in their hands.

The most frightening thing is the candy in the shape of a blue finch.

This thing is not made for people to eat, it is simply for people to worship.

In the entire tribe, except for Han Cheng, a murderous god who could eat this kind of candy in the shape of a green finch without any scruples, the rest of the people did not dare to eat it, and Wu, an unsuccessful old god stick, wanted to hold it and put it together with the totem pole.

"Boom!"

Seeing Han Cheng bite off the candy in the shape of a green finch in his hand, bite off his entire head, and chew it with a rattling sound, the witch's body was trembling for a while.

It's just so brutal!

Wu looked at Han Cheng's taste of such sweetness and relish, and after a lot of psychological struggle, he finally dismissed the plan to put the candy and totem pole in his hand together, and put it to his mouth instead.

After hesitating for a while, he finally couldn't open his mouth and take a 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 green sparrow, otherwise if he continued to make it, he would have to make something wrong with him......

The appearance of candy made the entire Qingque tribe suddenly become more colorful.

After a few days, the people who were busy with the autumn harvest began to take their tools and food with them and head west along the road that had been built before.

The autumn harvest has passed, and after a short break, it is time for them to continue to build this very important road.

However, compared to before the autumn harvest, there were fewer people who went to build roads.

Because although the large-scale autumn harvest is over, there are still a lot of bits and pieces of work that need to be done.

Picking fruits, making wine, making vinegar, harvesting the three or four hundred acres of hemp, cleaning up the hemp ponds, repairing some of the land that had been carved out, repairing some drainage ditches that had been washed away by the summer water, and arranging for some people to go to Yanshan to continue cultivating farmland.

In addition, it is necessary to have a certain amount of people to start cutting the grass for drying, and then store it for good use in winter.

The herds of animals in the tribe are increasing, and they need to eat a lot of forage in the winter.

Although the tribe harvested a lot of relatively soft millet stalks that were crushed by stones and could be used to feed livestock, it was not enough to simply feed the stalks, which did not like to eat and were prone to losing weight.

It is necessary to use the hay collected and stored and feed it with the millet stalks.

To put it mildly, this hay is the equivalent of a dish for livestock to eat.

Heiwa, Second Senior Brother and other people were not idle, and began to cast bronze thorns on a large scale to install them on the rattan shield.

The lame and the others were not idle, and continued to weave helmets and other things.

The Blue Sparrow Tribe, which had taken a short rest, once again began to operate at full strength.

On such days, Han Cheng didn't go out, because these things were already done by the people in the tribe, and he didn't need to guide them, as long as they were arranged, they could 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 goes far away at this time.

Although it is not the first time that Bai Xuemei has given birth, Han Chengcheng is not at ease, and he can't do it like many male adults in the tribe and treat it indifferently.

In such a time, Han Cheng's life was very leisurely.

It's okay to take the little pea, lead the big-bellied mother-in-law Bai Xuemei, and then follow the dog, go to the field to catch some grasshoppers to feed the ducklings in the tribe.

Sometimes I would go with the tribe to pick the fruit.

In autumn, the sky is already high, especially now that the crops in the land around the tribe have been harvested.

Walking outside at such times always gives you a feeling of being open-minded.

As for some of the yellow leaves that sometimes flutter down, in Han Cheng's eyes, they directly became a flower butterfly-like existence, and he didn't feel a little loneliness in autumn......

Autumn is here, and the air gets cooler at night, but sometimes the autumn tigers are still in full swing.

Like now.

There was not a single white cloud in the blue sky, not even a single bird flapping its wings and flying, and there was only a large white sun in the sky, which was constantly emitting heat.

As far as you can see, you can see the dazzling sunlight everywhere.

There was not a hint of wind, and the air was so hot that it was almost breathless.

When a person sits in the shade, even if he does not move, his body will sweat outward.

Fu Jiang lay listlessly on the ground with his tongue sticking out of his elder, and the two pandas stayed directly in the pool and were reluctant to come out.

In such weather, it really makes people wonder if this is still autumn.

The sweltering heat is not only uncomfortable, but it can also seriously affect one's appetite.

At noon, the tribe prepared food and began to eat, and in the past, when it was time to eat, the people who were extremely excited could not get up at this time.

Except for a few people represented by the second senior brother, the rest of the people all ate and didn't have a match.

Since Huo Yihuo and Huo Er passed away one after another, he has become the oldest witch in the tribe, and he only eats a small half bowl of millet porridge and no longer eats.

Han Cheng didn't have any appetite either, and he just didn't want to put the rice in his mouth when he looked at the rice in the bowl.

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 did you forget this!"

Han Cheng suddenly patted his head and stood up in surprise......