I am a Primitive Man

Very sweet? delicious?

Although I don’t know what the sugar cubes are talking about, the people around me will pay attention to the point. After hearing the words "very sweet and delicious", their eyes immediately brighten.

The mouth of the **** son is recognized as the most tricky in the tribe, and the **** son said it is very sweet and delicious, so if you want to come to this thing called candy, the taste will not be bad.

As a result, a group of foodies were spurred by Han Cheng's sweetness and deliciousness, each of them moved quickly, and within a short while, the fruit in the pot was completely cut into pieces.

There are also people holding a knife in their hand, sucking saliva in their mouths and asking if it is enough. If it is not enough, another pot of peeled fruit can be treated in the same way.

Sure enough, under the premise of delicious food, foodies can always play a huge role.

Han Cheng hurriedly waved his hand and said that it was enough. Let these people continue to cut the fruit here and prepare to make canned food, while he and another person carried the big pot of crushed fruit towards the stone mill.

Then he found fresh water, pots and spoons, and watered them along the eye. After carefully scrubbing inside and out, Han Cheng started to stand there holding the wooden handle and turning around. The stone mill.

On the side, the pregnant Bai Xuemei used a wooden spoon to scoop up the chopped fruit and pour it into her eyes. The mutual cooperation seemed very tacit.

Now Han Cheng has stopped letting Bai Xuemei do any heavy work, after all, the month is old.

However, it is still possible to scoop the broken fruit into the eye like this.

As the stone mill rotates round and round, the fruit poured into the stone mill is easily crushed by the stone mill. There is juice mixed with the crushed pulp, flowing out of the stone mill, and finally gathered together. Flow into the clay pot below.

The most delicious fruit is not the pulp, but the juice contained in it.

Han Cheng wanted to make fruit candy, so he could only make ideas from the juice.

There is no juicer in the tribe, so Han Chengchi thought of the stone mill in the tribe.

This thing can grind the soaked beans into juice, which is naturally no problem with softer fruits.

Just like ground beans, they need to be filtered.

However, with experience in grinding tofu, it is not difficult for Han Cheng to do such a thing.

As the stone mill rotates round and round, a large bowl of crushed fruit has been ground, and a jar and a half of fruit juice has appeared on the ground.

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

Find a clean basin and place it underneath, pour the fruit juice in the jar, and then hold one side of the two crossed sticks in the sling with both hands, one after the other, shaking up and down.

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

At the end, all that was left in the sling was the ground pulp.

To make the fruit juice sweeter, in addition to adding sugar to increase the sugar content, there is another way to reduce the water content in the fruit juice.

It is easy to reduce the water content. You only need to pour the juice into a clay pot and cook it vigorously over the fire. This is very similar to boiling salt in the tribe.

The hand-pressed drill whirled, and it didn't take long for a flame to rise.

As the flame continued to burn, the juice in the big jug began to boil, and white gas flowed out.

As the water continued to evaporate, the juice in the pot also showed signs of thickening, and at the same time it exuded some sweetness.

Today is the second day of the tribe’s three-day long holiday. The people in the tribe are more leisurely. Seeing that the son of Han Da is messing around here, many people came to watch.

Those who peeled the peel and prepared to make canned food couldn't help it at this time, put down their work, and after they came here, they joined the crowd.

Smelling the rich and sweet scent of fruit in the air, and then look at the thickened and bubbling fruit juice in the jar. Many people around me began to lick. The corner of the mouth!

"Remove more than half of the firewood below and make the fire smaller!"

Han Cheng spoke to the fire-burning people who squatted there, while using the long-handled wooden spoon in his hand to stir vigorously in the pot.

Han Cheng had never done anything like making sugar with fruit juice, but when he was a child, he used the white granulated sugar that he had known at home to make syrup.

When doing something like this, the fire must be low and stir quickly, otherwise the viscous syrup will soon become mushy, not to mention a mushy taste, and a bit bitter.

At this time, as the water continued to evaporate, the juice in the clay pot became thicker and thicker. It looked a bit like the syrup he had cooked at the beginning. Han Chenggong gave this order based on his childhood experience. Otherwise, the syrup. What a pity that what was about to be accomplished was destroyed here in the end!

When the fire-burner heard the words, he immediately followed Han Cheng's instructions. When he saw that the charcoal fire below was very strong, he used a copper shovel to bring some sand and press it into the firepit.

Han Cheng stirred for a while, seeing the fruit juice getting thicker and thicker, and the sweetness coming out of it getting stronger and stronger, so people brought a few clean pottery bowls.

And he used a wooden spoon to scoop the fruit syrup from the jar into the bowl.

The bright yellow sugar syrup slowly slipped into the pottery bowl, pulling out a bright and attractive silk thread in the air.

"Gudong!"

"Gudong!"

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

Because this thing looks so delicious!

Pure fruit juice boiled sugar consumes a lot, and the temperature difference between day and night in the Qingque tribe is not big, far less than the level of wearing fur in the morning and eating watermelon around the stove. It is not conducive to the accumulation of fruit sugar, so the sugar content is all Not too high.

This is also true. The syrup from a large bowl of fruit is only two and a half bowls, and it is still a small bowl.

After waiting for a while, the sugar syrup in the bowl has solidified into a block, a bit translucent, and looks good in color.

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

Under the eyes of everyone, Han Cheng knocked a small piece from the top with the back of a bronze knife and sent it into his mouth.

"Gudong!"

"Gudong!"

As Han Cheng put the sugar cubes in his mouth, drooling sounded around him, even Wu.

The freshly simmered fruit candies have a sweet taste that immediately spreads in the mouth, and at the same time it also carries the taste that Han Cheng calls red fruit.

Not as sweet as honey, but it surpasses the juice of canned fruits.

Overall, the taste is not bad.

Han Cheng carefully tasted the fruit candy that he had boiled himself, smiled on his face, and nodded slightly from time to time to express his satisfaction with his craft.

When Han Cheng recovered from the joy of successfully making fruit candy, he discovered that everyone around him was watching his mouth and swallowing.

This situation made Han Cheng a little flustered.

It's just a primitive female who looks at her mouth and swallows. What's the matter with you big beards?

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

The two took it, took it in their hands and looked at it carefully, and put it in the mouth with a bit of reluctance.

After taking the fruit candy, Wu's eyes suddenly widened, and light was faintly shining through his muddy eyes.

The big brother's reaction was the opposite of that of Wu, his eyes narrowed instead, but his eyebrows were filled with joyful enjoyment.

Look at Wu and Big Brother, who only care about eating sweets, not even talking about them. Then look at the gluttonous state of the people around them. Han Cheng, who is eating a piece of fruit candy in his mouth, sniffs slightly.

Yeah, don't think about the sugar that has just been boiled out.

At the moment, someone brought a clean, water-free pottery over again. Han Cheng took this fruit candy and a copper knife in his other hand, and began to beat with the back of the knife.

With Han Cheng's beating, the bowl-shaped sugar cubes began to shatter, and the slightly yellow sugar cubes fell into the pots below, making a pleasant sound.

After knocking a large piece of sugar, Han Cheng didn't stop to send sugar to everyone, but he carefully pried out the other two bowls with the copper knife in his hand, and smashed it with the back of the copper knife.

There are so many people, it is obviously not enough to just knock one piece.

"Come on, eat sweets!"

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

"Open your mouth, ah~"

Then he said this to the girl who was closest to him with two croissants, and opened her mouth wide as she said it.

The little girl also imitated Han Cheng's appearance, opening her mouth wide, Han Cheng squeezed a piece of fruit candy and put it into the little girl's mouth.

"sweet!"

After the entrance of the fruit candy that had never been eaten before, the little girl was excited all over, and she said happily while clawing the top of the candy in her mouth.

As a result, the other minors also grew their mouths big, waiting to be fed from the son of God, looking a lot like the swallow baby with a big mouth waiting to be fed by a big bird.

Han Chenggong squeezed the sugar cubes with his hands and fed them all the way. When these little guys were eating the sugar cubes one by one and chattering happily, only a half of the sugar was left.

Seeing the cheerful appearance of these children, both Han Cheng and the others in the tribe couldn't help being full of joy, happier than eating candy.

Although there are not many candies left in the basin, Han Cheng still used his strength to let everyone in the tribe eat the first batch of boiled candies.

Han Cheng couldn't help Han Cheng with this seemingly difficult problem.

Because when he was in the first grade of elementary school, a partner in his class covered the mouth of the schoolbag with his hand when he came to school one day, and then proudly announced to everyone in the class that he would give everyone candy to eat, and It's still the kind of ten per person!

At that time, the whole class was boiling, and they all looked at this impressive classmate with admiration and expectation.

Han Cheng was also careful with his liver thumping.

Ten candies!

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

Then, as everyone looked forward to watching, this guy proudly took out a bag of pound of white sugar from his schoolbag...

Han Cheng will never forget that guy gave ten candies to 30 or 40 people in the class, and the sugar bag looked the same as it was full...

With this guy's excellent operation in front, it would be strange if Han Cheng couldn't find the way that the rest of the tribe could taste the first batch of sugar made at this time.

"Delicious! Sweet!"

Although except for a few adults, the rest were only assigned a small amount under the operation of the son of Han Da, but this did not prevent everyone from giving this kind of newly created by the son of God, called The candy stuff is highly rated!

"If it's sweet, make more!"

The son of Han Da waved his hand very proudly.

Anyway, since he came here, these things like fruit have been in a supplementary position in the tribe's recipes, and they have become garnishes after a meal.

And many fruits are used to brew fruit vinegar and fruit wine and to cook canned fruit.

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

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

Under such circumstances, the fruit of the Qingque tribe would be too much to waste, but it was abundant but true.

It’s okay to boil more sugar,

Therefore, those who had agreed to have a three-day long holiday, spontaneously ended their vacation on the second day, picking the ripe fruit, cutting the fruit, cutting the fruit, and grinding... …Began the enthusiastic sugar business.

The minors in the tribe, after tasting the delicious, hard fruit candies, were all enthusiastic. They followed the adults to pick up the fruit, and they couldn’t drive them away. Kind of.

Therefore, for a period of time in the future, all areas of the Qingque tribe will be enveloped in the sweet fragrance of boiled fruit candy.

Just when people were content to eat the smashed, lumpy fruit candy, the well-informed and very knowledgeable son had already made Heiwa a batch of pottery plates with many small pits and glazed ones. Kind.

Then pour the boiled sugar syrup a little bit into these small pits, and after cooling and solidification, you will get regular small sugar cubes.

When you don’t eat it, you put it in a bamboo tube. When you eat, you pour a few pieces out of the bamboo tube. No wrapping paper is needed, which is very convenient.

Pour the boiled sugar syrup into the mold, and often scoop up the second brother who poured copper juice into the mold as a master. This is practice makes perfect.

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

When the second brother poured the boiled syrup into the mold again, Han Cheng came over with a handful of small bamboo sticks that were cut into pieces.

And easily inserted the small bamboo sticks in his hand into the unsolidified sugar cubes one by one.

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

As soon as this kind of candy called "lollipop" by the gods appeared, it was immediately welcomed by everyone in the tribe.

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

Because this kind of candy can be held in your hand by holding a bamboo stick after eating it for a while, in this way, a candy can be eaten for a day!

Therefore, in today’s Qingque tribe, I saw a big man with a shaggy beard and a big five big and three thick man with a lollipop in his mouth. Don’t be surprised at the scene of eating here...

This method of using molds to shape the syrup and tie a small bamboo branch to the syrup before the syrup is hardened, so that this piece of candy can be eaten in your hand. Opened a new door to the handy Heiwa.

In addition to the most conventional, rectangular parallelepiped molds, he also figured out some other more complicated types of molds.

Among them, the most popular among the tribes is the candy shaped like a butterfly with two wings.

Many people are unwilling to eat in their hands.

The most frightening thing is the candies in the shape of a green bird.

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

In the entire tribe, except Han Cheng, a cruel **** child, who can eat this blue bird-shaped candy without any scruples, the rest of the people dare not eat it. The unsuccessful old **** stick, the witch, wants to hold it. Put it together with the totem pole.

"Boom!"

Seeing Han Cheng took a bite of the blue bird-shaped candy in his hand, the whole head was bitten off, and he chewed it chuckingly, the witch's body was trembling.

This is so cruel!

Wu looked at the sweetness and relish that Han Cheng was eating. After a long psychological struggle, Wu finally gave up his intention to put the candies and totem poles in his hand together, and moved them to his mouth.

After hesitating for a while, he couldn't open his mouth to bite.

Instead, he gave Han Cheng the candy in his hand, and he found an ordinary lollipop to eat there.

Han Cheng stopped letting the second senior brother make this kind of blue bird-shaped candy, otherwise he would continue to make it, and he would have to eat something wrong...

The appearance of candy made the entire Qingque tribe more colorful all at once.

After a few days of this, the people busy with the autumn harvest began to take tools, food, and other things along the road built before, all the way to the west.

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 with before the autumn harvest, fewer people went to repair roads.

Although the large-scale autumn harvest is over, there are still a lot of piecemeal work to be done.

Picking fruits, making wine, and brewing vinegar, harvesting the 300-400 acres of hemp, clearing the hemp pond, repairing some of the land opened up, repairing some drainage ditches that were washed out by water in summer, and arranging some people To continue to open up cultivated land in Yanshan, all of these need people to do.

In addition, a certain amount of manpower is required to start mowing the grass for drying, and then store it for use in winter.

There are more and more livestock in the tribe, and they need to eat a lot of forage in a winter.

Although the tribe has harvested a lot of softer millet stalks crushed by stone rollers that can be used to feed livestock, simply feeding the millet stalks is not enough.

You need to collect and store hay and feed it with millet stalks.

To put it a bit unpleasant, this hay is equivalent to a meal for livestock.

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

Lame and others were not idle, and continued to weave helmets.

The Qingque tribe, who took a break, began to operate at full capacity again.

In such days, Han Cheng did not go out, because these things were already done by the people in the tribe, and he did not need his guidance, as long as he arranged it, he could do it well.

In addition to this reason, there is another reason that Bai Xuemei's belly is getting bigger and bigger, and Han Cheng is not at ease when traveling far away.

Although Bai Xuemei had not given birth for the first time, Han Chengcheng couldn't rest assured, and couldn't do the same as many male adults in the tribe.

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

It's okay. Take the little peas, lead the big belly woman Bai Xuemei, and then follow the dog to catch some grasshoppers in the field to feed the little ducks in the tribe.

Sometimes I would go picking fruits with people in the tribe.

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

Walking outside at such times always makes people feel a sense of open-mindedness~www.wuxiahere.com~ As for the yellow leaves that sometimes sway down, they are directly like butterflies in Han Cheng's eyes. The existence of, did not feel the loneliness of autumn...

Autumn is here, and the air becomes cooler at night, but sometimes, the autumn tiger will still show off.

Just like now.

There is not a single white cloud in the blue sky, not even a bird that is flying with its wings, there is only a big white sun in the sky, which is continuously emitting heat.

Looking around, there is dazzling sunlight everywhere.

There was no wind, and the air was sultry and almost breathless.

When a person sits in the shade, even if he doesn't move, his body will sweat straight out.

Fu Jiang lay listlessly on the ground with his tongue sticking out the old man, and the two pandas stayed directly in the pool and did not want to come out.

In this kind of weather, people really doubt that this is still autumn.

Muggy weather not only makes people feel uncomfortable, but also seriously affects people's appetite.

At noon, the tribe prepared a meal and began to eat. In the past, when it was time to eat, the people who were extremely excited could not be excited anymore.

Except for a small number of people represented by the second brothers, the rest of them all eat something different.

Since the death of Huo Yi Huo, he has become the oldest witch in the tribe, and he only ate a small bowl of millet porridge and stopped eating.

Han Cheng has no appetite either, looking at the rice in the bowl, he just doesn't want to deliver it to his mouth.

It won't work like this! Not being able to eat is a big problem.

For this foodie, nothing is more worrying than this.

"Why forgot this thing!"

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