The warm sun in early spring is naturally more compatible with sugar gourd!

After cutting down a few bamboos at random, making bamboo sticks with a stone knife, and washing them for later use, Natsuno went into the kitchen and took out a small bag of red beans collected in autumn.

Make a fire, add water, add sugar!

When the red beans are boiled and rotten, they gradually turn into porridge, and a fragrance permeates the nose.

"What do you want to do?"

With a roar, Xia Lingyue rushed in with a basket and threw it in front of Xia Ye with a bang.

Crash!

The piles of bamboo slips inside spilled out.

"Huh?"

In this post-stone period, paper had not yet been born, so the recorded text was carved on bamboo slips with stone knives, which was quite cumbersome.

"Are you leaving a last word?"

Xia Lingyue stared at Xia Ye deadly, but the girl who had always been weak burst out with a tough breath at this time: "Don't quibble!"

"Huh!"

Xia Ye turned his head, he was just a weak chicken of the second order of the refining realm, and there must be people who wanted to go to the Fengjing Ruins to fight the jungle, and when the time came, it was inevitable to fight and fight, and he didn't dare to guarantee that he would survive to the end, so he took the time to record the knowledge in his mind, even if he died, his sister could live well with them.

"I don't want that!"

Xia Lingyue roared, picked up the basket, and threw it directly into the stove.

Crash!

A large number of bamboo slips smashed into the red-hot charcoal, splashing countless firefly-like sparks, and then crackling and burning.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Ye was in a hurry, and he picked up the burning stick and planned to pick it out.

"Xia Ye, you listen to me!"

Xia Lingyue pulled her brother fiercely: "I don't allow you to die, even if you go to hell, you have to climb back for me!"

Kindness was ignored, Xia Ye was originally very unhappy, but looking at Xia Lingyue's red eyes, watching tears keep pouring out and cutting his cheeks, he suddenly understood.

"This family, with you, can be called a writer!"

Xia Lingyue sobbed and hugged Xia Ye tightly: "No matter when, you have to work hard to live and work hard to come back, I will always wait for you!"

"Well, alive!"

Xia Ye hugged Xia Lingyue, he could feel that this gentle body was full of concern for himself, so the corners of his mouth couldn't help but overflow with a smile.

"Woooooo

Xia Lingyue sobbed in a low voice, and after finding out those bamboo slips, she looked at the knowledge that had never been recorded in this world, she was first surprised, excited, and admired her brother's imaginative mind and ocean-like talent, but gradually, her face became pale.

She is smart and understands that this is Xia Ye's last words!

"Okay, the bean paste is going to be mushy!"

Xia Ye patted Xia Lingyue's back and signaled that she couldn't let go of herself.

"Tempus bean paste?"

Xia Lingyue sniffled and glanced at the stone pot.

"Hmm!"

Xia Ye actually felt that those bamboo slips could be rescued again, after all, it took a lot of effort to carve them.

"I didn't expect you to know so many things, where did you learn them?"

Xia Lingyue remembered those bamboo slips again.

Xia Ye was entangled, and was hesitating whether to tell her that she was the one who survived by luck after being infected with the spore virus, and Xia Lingyue had already found the answer.

"Are you a prophet? Yes, it must be so, you are born to know!"

There are very few great wizards who are revered as prophets, they are very knowledgeable, they have a boundless vision, and they lead the tribe through difficulties until they become strong!

The eight castes were eventually able to claim the throne, and they were inextricably linked to these mysterious prophets.

To be able to sense the vitality, absorb and utilize, and master at least three kinds of witchcraft, can be called a wizard, Xia Ye is now, at most an apprentice!

The so-called witchcraft is the method of using the vitality to fight, spiritism, divination, and those secret arts unique to the major surnames can all be classified as witchcraft.

"When we establish a tribe and use that knowledge, we will definitely become the most powerful!"

Summer Moon looks forward to the future.

"Let's eat the bean paste first!"

When the lid of the wooden pot is lifted, a large amount of white heat rises with the fragrance.

"Wow!"

Xia Lingyue screamed, the red beans were soft and turned into red mud, which looked very good, and with the tangy fragrance, people couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Xia Ye dug up a small bowl and handed it to Xia Lingyue.

When the bean paste is entered, a delicate touch immediately spreads on the tip of the tongue, followed by a sweet taste, like a crossbow arrow, straight into the soul!

"Mmmmmmmm

Xia Lingyue was reluctant to chew, so she sipped the tip of her tongue so hard and felt the deliciousness of red bean paste!

"Huh!"

Xia Lingyue patted Xia Lingyue: "Hurry up and eat, finish eating and deal with the hawthorn with me!"

"Huh?"

Xia Lingyue was surprised, the red bean paste was already so delicious, it was not even a finished snack?

Dig a hole in the hawthorn with a stone knife and dagger, remove the seeds, fill them with red bean paste, and then string them on bamboo skewers of the same length.

Seeing Xia Ye pour a pound of brown sugar into the cold stone pot, Xia Lingyue was so distressed that she was about to jump: "To use so much?"

"Maybe it's not enough?"

Xia Ye estimated the dosage.

"No, don't do it!"

Xia Lingyue hugged the clay pot with sugar tightly, nervous to death, looking at Xia Ye's gaze like a villain who was snatching his beloved treasure.

"I planted sugar cane, and there will be one next year!"

Xia Ye stretched out his hand, but was slapped on the hand by Xia Lingyue.

"No, it's too wasteful, if you eat sugar like this, you will be punished!"

Xia Lingyue resolutely refused.

"Okay!"

Xia Ye compromised, he understood Xia Lingyue's behavior, in this era, there is always not enough food, and starving to death is the norm, so everyone cherishes food very much.

"According to the ratio of two to one, uh, it is to add half of the water of brown sugar, and then simmer over low heat until the syrup is boiled!"

Xia Ye picked up a bunch of hawthorns: "Look at it, when the syrup bubbles a lot, put it in, turn it around quickly, and then a thin layer of sugar coating will be wrapped on it."

"It's fun!"

After Xia Lingyue tried it a few times, she squeezed Xia Ye away and had a lot of fun.

When it's cold, the sugar gourd is ready!

Under the sun, the hawthorn wrapped in transparent sugar coating is even more vivid, and each grain is like a crystal ball, with magical colors.

Lick it, it's sweet and make people happy, and then bite it gently.

Click!

The thin icing shattered, and before it melted in the mouth, the hawthorn was bitten open, and a sour taste invaded first, making people feel excited, and then mixed with the sugar sweetness to form a wonderful taste, and this is not over.

Finally, when chewing red bean paste, it is another kind of sweetness, which dispels the slight acidity left before, leaving only an endless aftertaste!

That's the ultimate treat for the taste buds!

On the way back to Xia Cheng, Xia Lingyue opened her satchel from time to time, took out the sugar gourd and licked it, then squinted and tasted it, and then put it back.

"You just eat it, don't you make a lot?"

Xia Ye was speechless.

"Don't!"

Xia Lingyue refused: "Good things, eat them slowly, this is the respect for food!"

Back in the slums, watching the sewage flowing sideways and the stench wafting, Xia Lingyue's face was a little gloomy, if she could, she really wanted to live in the peach blossom paradise in Xia Ye for the rest of her life.

"You have finally returned, the patriarch has issued a notice, fifteen days later, the blood survival trial will begin, and all young people between the ages of fifteen and eighteen, both men and women, will participate!"

Uncle Xia next door is good, and when he saw the pair of sisters and brothers coming back, he quickly told him that if he didn't go within the time limit, he would be beheaded directly for treason.

"Uncle Xia, I'm sorry for you!"

Xia Lingyue accompanied a smiling face, and also cut a small piece of ham meat and sent it over.

"It's a good thing, I can't afford this!"

Although he refused, Natsuki pushed it a few times, but he still accepted it, and he was secretly happy that he could give the children a tooth sacrifice tonight.

Natsuno's bacon is famous among the neighborhood.

"While it's still early, I'm going to sell the brown sugar!"

Xia Ye didn't even enter the house, only half a month, the time was too tight, and he still had a lot of things to prepare.

"How are you going to sell it?"

If you want to sell brown sugar for a good money, you can only find those nobles, but a poor person like Xia Ye can't enter someone's mansion.

"Don't worry about it!"

Xia Ye had already thought about it: "Give me ten knife coins!"

"Be careful!"

Xia Lingyue told her that because she couldn't sense the vitality, she was just an ordinary person, but she didn't have to participate in the trial.

"That's it, I remember she had half a pork leg at home!"

Uncle Xia's wife smelled the meat and was very dissatisfied.

"Be content!"

Uncle Xia complained angrily, don't look at the ham meat, there is only a small piece, but it is already a heavy gift.

The Xia family's twin brothers and sisters can gain a foothold in the slums, and it is not enough to be kind to each other, this kind of small favor is fundamental.

"Hey, it's a pity!"

The woman had coveted the piece of ham for a long time, but she didn't dare to steal it, because she didn't know how many eyes were staring at it.

Summer Moon's generosity is well known, who hasn't received meat a few times, and once they catch a meat thief, they will definitely get a large piece of meat as a reward.

Steal and give, fools know how to choose!

"You guys!"

Uncle Xia shook his head speechlessly, this situation of mutual containment was deliberately created by that smart and kind girl, and it was subtle to fight her less.

Xia Ye was not stupid enough to go along the street to sell, and when he left the slum, he called a few children he knew.

"Go, call all your friends, go to Manshi Square and wait for me, do a day's work, and give each of you a sorghum cake!"

The children's eyes lit up, not to mention a cake, if you give a bite to eat, you will sell your life, not to mention that it is Brother Xia Ye, who has an excellent reputation, so the children will run away as soon as they swarm their legs, and quickly inform their friends who have a good relationship of this kind of good thing.

"Is this the way to make a fortune, starting with child labor?"

Xia Ye laughed at himself, and after arriving at the square, he entered a grain store next to him, and without waiting for the guy to stare at him, he took out a knife coin and slapped it on the table.