"The village chief doesn't have to be polite, I have already prepared a plaque for the sugar workshop." Guo Tingyu waved his hand, and two officials came up behind him, carrying a plaque covered with red silk, which looked very solemn and mysterious.

"Take it! Hang on. Two young men with quick hands and feet came up behind the village chief, set up a ladder and hung it up.

As soon as the auspicious time arrived, the county commander stretched out his hand and pulled the rope hanging down on the red silk, and the red silk fell, revealing the plaque, only to see the words 'Ping'an Sugar Mill' written on the plaque.

Literate people read out on the side: "Ping An Sugar Mill, the workshop in our village is called 'Ping An Sugar Mill', and the workshop has a name!" The workshop has a name! "While cheering, clapping your hands.

If this person was a few years younger, he would probably be able to jump.

"Ping An Sugar Mill, good name, thank you for inscribed the workshop." The villagers bowed down again and thanked them.

Once the plaque is hung, the ceremony is completed.

The county ordered Guo Tingyu to take a turn in the workshop, and told him a few words to pay attention to fire prevention, if the sugar is not marketable, go to him, and so on, and leave in a hurry, after all, he is the head of a county, and he is busy with official business, so he is busy and free to come to this trip.

The sugar workshop was built, and it couldn't run without raw materials, so Mr. Zhang suggested that the village chief find a few clever people to buy all the Shuli poles planted in the surrounding villages and towns, deliver them to the door at a price, and raise a price at the door, and the village chief accepted the suggestion and immediately sent someone out to buy it.

The workshop was built, Shuli was also mature, and there were harvesters one after another, and the Shuli pole was sent to the workshop.

With the raw materials available, Han Yun began to teach those who were selected to work how to make sugar.

Among these people are horse friends, horse friends are honest and willing to work, and there are not many words, such people are the first choice.

Besides, this recipe came from Mr. Zhang's family, and people must be selected to work, so there is no doubt that Ma You will come to the workshop to work.

Leaf peeling, cleaning, juicing, filtration, boiling, mold setting.

There is a special person in charge of each process, mainly when boiling some energy, the fire will be too big, and the sugar will be bitter.

If the fire is light, it will not be formed, so in terms of heat, you must choose a careful and responsible person.

The people selected by the village chief are all used to farm work, and they work meticulously and carefully, and Han Yun no longer pays attention to this side after a few instructions.

The village chief was looking at the sugar-free Shuli poles outside the compound.

"What happened to the village chief? What's on your mind? ”

When the village chief saw Han Yun coming, he didn't hide his worries and said, "Second girl! Am I not worried?

There will also be a lot of sugar-free these Shuli rods, the firewood is still blind, it is useless to keep it, there will only be more and more in the future, we can not pick sugar to buy Shuli rods, not to mention the trouble, it is easy to leak the secrets of sugar raw materials, how is this good! ”

"It's a real problem, but uncle, I've already figured out how to deal with it.

We can use Shu Li poles to weave into mats, and Shu Li arrow stalks to make curtains, although it can't be sold for much money, but also to find a suitable reason for the purchase of Shu Li poles. Han Yun said.

"That's a good idea, but there are no people in our village who know these crafts! Ay! The village chief let out another long sigh.

"My sister-in-law has this craft, does my uncle want to hire my aunt to be a guide or do you want to sell the Shuli pole to my aunt?"

"I have to ask your aunt what she means, does your aunt really have this skill?" The village chief asked in surprise and disbelief.

"Really, can I still joke about this?"

"I'm going to go find her." The village chief finished speaking and left.

"Uncle Village, you can keep an eye here, I'll go find my aunt and say." Of course, Han Yun couldn't let the village chief ask, because she was busy picking pine cones and forgot to tell her little aunt about the drawings.

"Then if it doesn't work, let her come and give you an accurate reply, what do you think?" Han Yun said.

The village chief said: "That's okay, then it's hard for the second girl to make a trip."