The syrup used to make fried chestnuts with sugar is best boiled with maltose with the highest sweetness, and honey can also be used.

Sugar bar...... It's not impossible, it's just that the sweetness is not enough, but you can adjust the proportion of water.

Bai Lu thought of it, "Xiaowei, can you help me clean the chestnuts?" ”

"Yes."

It doesn't matter what she can make, she will take it all to her eldest brother to taste, and it will definitely fit well after tasting it.

Xiao Wei thinks this method is very feasible.

After boiling the syrup, Bai Lu found that there was no sand.

The ceramic sand used in later generations has not been made in the nineties, and the stone is not well selected, and it is inevitable that it is not clean.

Stir-fry chestnuts directly with sugar, the chestnuts in the sugar pot will all stick together, and the chestnuts will turn black, burnt, and bitter in taste.

It would be nice if there was a kind of sand with a smooth surface, not easy to break, not easy to depowder, and uniform in size.

Xiao Wei heard her request, and immediately said: "There is next door, and the sand used to build the house is coarse sand transported back from the sand field, and the fine sand left behind by mixing cement slurry should be sieved through a screen, and those big sand are generally not needed."

When he came back from school, he saw Xiao Dazhuang sifting sand, and looked curiously for a while, Xiao Dazhuang told him.

When Bai Lu heard this, the gloom on his face turned into a smile in seconds: "You go and help me come back a little."

Xiao Wei's eyes rolled, and he found that the tall figure in the shadows was long gone, maybe he was busy.

After thinking about it, his mind flashed, "I haven't finished my homework, and I will be left by the teacher when I go to school, I have to write my homework, you can go get the sand yourself." ”

After speaking, he put the washed chestnuts in a small bamboo basket, drained the water, and hurried back to the room.

The flowers of the motherland, of course, learning is more important, Bai Lu didn't think there was any problem.

Lift your feet and go next door.

When she arrived, she found out that the person who was sifting through the sand was the one she wanted to turn around and walk away when she saw it.

The foundation will not be able to build the wall until it is dry tomorrow, and Xiao Dazhuang, who is more or less injured on his face, Wang Hao and Luo Sixteen, are stacking bricks on the outside, more than a dozen at a time, bypassing the foundation and moving inside.

It is commonly known as moving bricks.

On the edge of the red brick pile, the rectangular sand screening net is obliquely erected on the ground, and the man with a cold face holds a shovel in his hand, vibrates his arms and exerts force, and throws sand at the barbed wire fence one by one.

Fine sand and large gravel parted in response.

Sensing the sound of her footsteps, the man stopped his work, and the shovel stood on the ground, his hands crossed on the handle of the shovel, and he raised his eyes as if he was smiling.

"What do you want?"

Bai Lu didn't want to deal with him, but his brothers were watching from the sidelines, and it was not easy to lose face for him.

"I want some big sand." She has a standard smile and a cool voice.

Xiao Cheng knew that she was still angry, so he raised his eyebrows slightly and waved the shovel: "How much?"

The large sand screened out is of different sizes, and it has to be selected again, Bai Lu didn't know how much it needed, and pointed to the small black bucket at his feet, which was dedicated to cement slurry.

"A bucket."

The cement slurry bucket was only one-third the size of the bucket, but it was filled with a bucket of sand, to say the least, it was more than twenty catties, Xiao Cheng glanced at the girl's wrist as thin as a wicker.

It felt like it was pinched, "Can you lift it?" ”

Bai Lu was so angry that he wanted to say that he didn't have to worry about it, but when the words came to his mouth, he gritted his teeth and became: "Then half a bucket."

It's a big deal that she'll go again.

Xiao Cheng finally filled a bucket full of sand and personally carried her home.

This rare famous scene attracted a group of old men who moved bricks behind to coax and whistle.

Bai Lu originally walked behind, but suddenly passed Xiao Cheng and walked home quickly.

Xiao Cheng glanced back.

The big men immediately converged and moved bricks at speed!

Bai Lu returned to the courtyard, politely said "thank you" to Xiao Cheng, and then snatched the sand bucket in his hand.

Pour the large sand into a large basin filled with water, wash it carefully, pick out the ones that are too big, too small and too damaged, put them aside on the ground, and take them out and pour them out later.

Sand of different sizes will make the chestnuts unevenly heated during the frying process, and they are easy to bake and burn.

Xiao Cheng stopped in place and looked at it for a while.

Bai Lu washed the sand seriously, and rubbed her white and thin hands over and over again, but ignored him.

It's as if he doesn't know that there is someone else next to him.

Xiao Cheng had no choice but to pick up the sand she picked out and didn't want, put it back in the bucket, and carry it away.

After a while, she came back with a bucket of sand, and Bai Lu still politely said "thank you" to him, and then continued to wash her sand without looking at him.

Xiao Cheng is completely out of line, and washing sand is not a heavy job, so he can't help.

I had to go back to the next door and continue sifting the sand.

Bailu washed the sand, dried it and practiced sand, the pot used for sand practice was the pot that was smashed by the bricks falling from the sky, and the hole was found from the corner of an old iron sheet pad, as long as the bottom of the pot was not shoveled hard, it could barely be used.

Increase the heat in the stove, fry the grit in the pot, put a spoonful of syrup, pour it around, and stir-fry the grit repeatedly, so that all the grit can stick to the syrup.

Wait until the surface of the gravel is coated with a transparent sugar film, and you can put the chestnuts down to fry.

In this way, the dirt attached to the surface of the chestnut that cannot be seen by the naked eye can be glued off with the fine fluff, making the fried chestnut more clean, shiny and smooth.

During the period, you should keep stir-frying, so as not to paste the pot, wait for the surface of the chestnuts to turn slightly yellow, and then change the medium-high heat to low heat.

Stir-fry over low heat is to fry the flesh inside the chestnuts, wait until the sand and chestnuts are distinct, add half a spoon of syrup, and continue to stir-fry until the chestnuts are dry, and the skin color is yellow-brown, or dark brown.

The freshly baked chestnuts were so hot that they couldn't be grabbed directly by hand, so Bai Lu took chopsticks and pinched one.

Put it on the table, pinch it with your thumb and index finger through the tablecloth, and the chestnut will open the shell at once.

The golden flesh and sweet but not greasy aroma make you appetizing when you smell it.

Xiao Wei, who was "passing by" outside, swallowed his saliva very angrily, and his eyes were straight.

She can really fry chestnuts with sand, and they are so fragrant that she has never smelled the smell.

"Xiaowei, come and try it."

Bai Lu had already spotted the little one, pinching a golden chestnut and beckoning to him with a smile.

Xiao Wei feels that rejecting the fruits of other people's labor is a very impolite behavior.

So he went in.

The sand and chestnuts in the pot were all poured out, and the hourglass had been separated, and the sand was placed in an old broken crockpot, and the chestnuts were placed in a bamboo dustpan, which was particularly fragrant.

Xiao Wei didn't ask Bai Lu to peel the chestnut in his hand, he took one himself, and peeled it off and ate it while burning his hands.

The chestnuts fried in sand have soft and sweet flesh, crisp and fragrant, and are much more delicious than boiled and roasted!

"Is it delicious?"

Bai Lu didn't miss the little guy's micro-expression, even the small wooden face fixed on the board can be changed twenty-four hours a day, her craftsmanship should be okay.