The rainy season is coming, and the rain is sometimes heavy and sometimes small, and it rains non-stop for several days.

The weather was hot and stuffy, and it was wet everywhere. Du Mei was afraid that the ducks would be sick, so they were kept at home and fed, and put them on the river beach, and the wild ducks croaked for a few days at first, and made a noise to go out, and then they were hungry and gave food, but they would also be quiet.

The rain fell for a while like a scoop and a while like cow hair, Du Mei was afraid of cow disease and Du Gui and the big girl's disease, so she simply said hello to the old customer, closed for a few days, and did not go to the town to sell vegetables.

This time, Du Mei has time, the eldest girl has already taught them to boil sugar, this is the right time.

The best maltose is wheat and glutinous rice, which is a shortage of rations in the eldest girl's house, and the eldest girl uses barley and corn crumble instead.

The corn was soaked for two or three hours, soaked up enough water, steamed on the steaming drawer, and spread out in a large plaque to cool. The barley is soaked three days in advance, and when the barley grows like bean sprouts and grows two leaves and a heart is about an inch long, the sprouted wheat grains are finely chopped, mixed with the cooked corn crushed with residual temperature, and wrapped in a cloth to ferment for half a day.

The previous processes are all done by Du Mei girl, and there is no labor girl, today to juice and boil pulp, whether you can learn it at one time, it depends on the afternoon.

Shen Shi Du Mei went to the big girl's house, and the big girl was putting the cloth bag in the press, which was a bit similar to the oil press, both of which used wooden stoppers to squeeze out the maltose syrup in the cloth bag.

Juicing is really individual work, but fortunately they did little, and Du Mei and the big girl took a lot of effort to get a large bowl of syrup.

Du Mei rushed to light the fire in the stove, and the eldest girl poured half of the syrup into the pot as her mother said, and kept stirring it with a spoon. The most important thing to boil sugar is the heat, the fire is big, the sugar is mushy, the fire is small, and the water is not dry.

Du Mei was roasted by the fire in the stove, the eldest girl was steamed on the pot, both of them were sweating backs, the syrup gradually became sticky, and it became more and more unstirred, Du Mei was afraid that the sugar would be boiled, and only a little wheat straw was burned in the stove to maintain the temperature.

When the big girl did this again, her arms were too tired to lift, and the syrup in the pot finally turned into a brown sugar ball.

"Mother, do you think this is okay?" The big girl changed her other hand and stirred.

"Two more turns." The eldest girl pressed the sugar ball with her hand.

Seeing that the color of the sugar ball was getting darker and darker, Du Mei got up from time to time and looked into the pot, she was more nervous than the eldest girl, and in the end, she only burned a handful of crushed wheat straw.

"That's it!" The eldest lady spoke.

This sound was like an amnesty, and Du Mei and the big girl finally worked together to complete the sugar boiling.

Du Mei took the sugar ball out of the pot and cleaned the pot. Change her to the pot, the big girl burns the fire, and pours the remaining half of the syrup into the pot to boil.

With the first experience, the two cooperated tacitly, and soon another piece of sugar ball came out of the pot.

When the maltose cooled, the big girl took advantage of the fact that the sugar was not completely hardened, kneaded the sugar ball into long strips and cut it into small pieces of about the same size, in order to prevent the temperature from being high, the sugar cubes adhered to each other, and the big girl put the sugar cubes in the wheat bran.

"You guys are really young, I think back then, when I was learning to boil sugar, you still boiled it." The eldest girl said with a smile.

"It's all taught by my mother." Du Mei washed the pot and cleaned up the kitchen.

"Your master has taken the medicine you gave him, and his spirit is much better, I'll go and see if he can teach you to draw candy people today." The eldest girl took two pieces of maltose and showed them to Huang Yiping.

"Is this really what they boiled?" Huang Yiping looked incredulous.

"I can't lie to you." The eldest girl said with a smile.

"Ancestors bless!" Huang Yiping folded his hands and bowed.

"I've passed this level easily, but your sugar painting is not easy to learn." The eldest lady said worriedly.

"Hey, it's all this waist is weak, I'm in good spirits today, you take out the guy, I'll teach you for a while." Huang Yiping propped up.

"Are you physically okay?" The eldest girl looked at him a little worriedly.

"Go, where are so many words! I'm like this every day, can I still stop teaching? Huang Yiping waved his hand impatiently.

Hearing him say this, the eldest girl didn't defend herself, wiped her eyes, and went to get his guy.

Generally, there is only one set of burdens for walking on the street to draw candy people, one end is a stove, and the other end is a stone slab. The stove is used to boil the syrup, the fire is not prosperous, the syrup is dry, add water, and boil it for a while, and the extent to which the syrup is thick and thin is good, it all depends on the mastery of the candy man.

Huang Yiping's stove rekindled the flames, reflecting his face, sad and joyful. The eldest girl put a small copper pot on it, and according to what Huang Yiping said, she put a teacup of water and ten pieces of maltose.

Soon small bubbles bubbled up on the edge of the copper pot, and Du Mei stirred it gently, and the water and sugar blended, and gradually the filaments could be pulled.

"Take this scoop and scoop it." He handed a small special copper spoon to the eldest girl. Huang Yiping couldn't do it himself, so he judged the consistency by looking at the drawing of the syrup.

This small copper spoon has a deep belly and a small notch around the edge. The big girl scooped a spoonful of syrup and rubbed off the edge of the pan to rub off the syrup.

The eldest lady had already propped up the slate he had used for many years on the bed and wiped it with a cloth dipped in oil. After three years, Huang Yiping held the copper spoon again, his heart was full of feelings, and his hands couldn't help trembling slightly.

Du Mei and the big girl held their breath and stared at Huang Yiping's hand. I saw Huang Yiping take a deep breath, tilt the copper spoon slightly, and the amber crystal syrup fell on the slate like a line, outlining, tracing, and finishing touch.

"This ...... So beautiful! Du Mei was stunned.

"It's so pretty!" The big girl was amazed. Although she is Huang Yiping's daughter, she has never seen him paint at home on weekdays.

"You guys try it." Huang Yiping's forehead was covered with sweat.

It was only seven or eight breaths of work to draw the goldfish just now, but his waist was like ten thousand needles piercing, and the pain was unbearable. Du Mei hurriedly took the stone slab away, and the eldest mother and daughter laid him down.

"How do you take this down?" Du Mei asked cautiously.

"In the center of it, point two points and put a bamboo skewer on it." Huang Yiping looked at them with his face turned sideways.

Du Mei dripped two drops of the syrup in the copper spoon on the belly and tail of the fish, pulled a bamboo skewer and put it on, waited for a while, and sure enough, he took the goldfish off with a light touch.

"Meizi, you try it first." Huang Yiping encouraged.

Du Mei took the freshly scooped syrup, and beat the drum in her heart, she followed Huang Yiping's example, the copper spoon tilted slightly, but the syrup was not obedient at all, and a big ball fell from the hulala.

"Ahh Du Mei hurriedly retracted, and the remaining syrup fell bending to the stone slab, looking like a tadpole with a dull head.

"Again, a little less syrup." Huang Yiping couldn't help but laugh and gave serious advice.

Du Mei used a small spatula to shovel the "tadpoles" into the pot and continue to melt. The syrup in the spoon has been used up just now, so

There wasn't much left, she was never a person who easily admitted defeat, and with a steady breath, she continued to draw on the slate.

Goldfish, she has embroidered on the base cloth many times, and she can trace it on paper with her eyes closed, but it is so difficult to draw it with syrup instead. After a little hesitation, the syrup fell into a lump, and finally Du Mei drew a "bloated" goldfish.

Huang Yiping held the golden "fat fish" in front of his eyes: "Meizi, you have a good painting work, but you are not very proficient, just practice more." ”

It was the turn of the eldest girl, she was in much worse condition than Du Mei, and she practiced five times, and used up the syrup in the pot before she could see the blurred outline of the goldfish.

"Why are you so stupid!" Huang Yiping said angrily because of Du Mei's good work, seeing that the eldest girl was so bad, less than Du Mei's eleventh.

"I ...... I ...... "The eldest girl was already flustered because she didn't do well, and when she was scolded by her father, her mouth pursed and she was in tears."

"Master, don't blame the big girl, it's not something that can be practiced in a day or two." Du Mei persuaded from the side.

"This one alone will take a long time to practice, when will the other tricks be learned!" Huang Yiping was anxious, his body couldn't help him, if he could teach one a day, he would be able to learn almost seven seven eight eight a year. But according to the progress of the eldest girl, I am afraid that I will not be able to leave the division in two years.

"But this family can't boil sugar every day to practice." The eldest girl was full of sadness, if they had known that there was today, they should have taught the eldest girl from an early age.

"Master, Master, I'm just a little embroidery, and I have a little foundation for patterns, so I'm a little better than the big girl. I think painting candy people and embroidery is a truth, and if you have a pattern in your heart, you can only do it with your hands. Du Mei persuaded softly.

"Well, speaking of which, it's useless for me." The eldest girl blamed herself.

"That's it, we don't want to boil sugar every day at home, isn't the big girl learning embroidery from me, I'll teach her to draw patterns, so that she can make money and lay a foundation, you say, this is good?" Du Mei looked at Huang Yiping and his wife and said.

"This ...... I'm going to trouble you again. Huang Yiping hesitated.

"Don't bother, it's raining all day this day, and I can't do anything else." Du Mei smiled and hugged the eldest girl and gave her encouragement.

"Daddy, I will definitely study hard." The eldest girl immediately made a guarantee.

"Well, you go to do more things, don't make trouble for your senior sister." The eldest girl advised.

Seeing that the rain outside the house was gradually subsiding, Du Mei was leaving, and the eldest girl forced a bag of maltose for her to take back.

Because the humidity in the air was too heavy and the temperature was high, the maltose could not be stored for a long time, so Du Mei divided the sugar into three small ones to eat.

She was thinking about sugar painting, and when she was scooping water for cooking, she had an inspiration and drew a goldfish on the table with the water in the scoop. The hand is not good, the water flows faster than the sugar syrup, and the goldfish becomes a puddle of water that cannot be seen by anything.

Since Du Mei is determined to learn this, he will inevitably plunge into it, and his heart is full of sugar paintings, and he uses everything to practice. After her continuous excavation, she found that the thick marinade of cooking vegetables was very similar to syrup, so she often practiced it.

The eldest girl mainly learns patterns and basic embroidery, she has not been exposed to these before, just like a piece of white cloth, but it is conducive to Du Mei's teaching, she just needs to blindly accept it, but learn the purest things.

During the rainy season, the villagers are at home with nothing to do. The eldest girl often comes to Du Mei's house, and there are good deeds knocking on the side, and the eldest girl accidentally said that she leaked her mouth, and Du Mei taught embroidery at home, just like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and it spread all of a sudden. 2k reading web