The blessing of the splendid farm family is married to the world

Chapter 31 River Shrimp
In order to prevent the sugarcane juice from splashing, An Xu went to the kitchen shed to get a cover and put it on the sugarcane tank.

Bang bang bang bang, this is the sound of An Chong knocking down sugarcane blocks.

Pricking, pricking, this is the sound of An Xu sawing bamboo.

The yard was messy, but it didn't affect Zong Che's study. He just finished reading an article and wrote a topic before he came out.

Seeing him, An Xu thought of something and said, "It's noon, you go to light the fire first, and I'll make the steamed buns later."

Zong Che didn't say anything. Although he was curious about what she was going to do, he was really hungry now.

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Just as I folded up two sorghum stalks and put them in the stove hole, a walking stick appeared in front of me.

This crutch is a bit strange, with two cut bamboo poles facing each other, and two crossbars up and down. Although I have never seen it before, Zong Che praised the ingenuity in his heart when he saw it.

The stick he used to lean on was very inconvenient, but with this crutch, there should be no danger of his hands slipping.

Zong Che asked, "What is this?"

"Crutches," An Xu handed him, rolled up his sleeves and turned to wash his hands. He lifted the lid of the basin and saw that the dough had risen well.

Take it apart, it is a very beautiful fine honeycomb shape.

"Is this also a crutch?"

Hearing what Zong Che said, An Xu asked, "What did you say?"

Zong Che smiled, stood up and held the crutches under his shoulders for a try, and said, "It's very convenient, you have a heart."

An Xu twitched his mouth.

As soon as she kneaded the steamed buns, An Chong shouted, "There's already a pot of sugarcane juice."

Oh.An Xu glanced out and said, "Find a stone mill, and go and grind the hammered dregs again."

Just hammering, there will be a lot of juice left in the sugarcane residue.

However, An's family didn't have a stone mill at all, so they needed to borrow from a neighbor's house to grind things.

An Chong couldn't bear it any longer, so he lifted his foot to the side and squatted down to rest.

An Xu smiled, and his hands did not stop kneading the dough. An Chong just squatted for a while, then got up again, went to the kitchen shed, picked up a big bamboo basket, and filled the bagasse.

The lunch is very simple, the steamed buns are made with leek sauce, because the Anjia currently only has eggs and they are free, so the leeks are also served with eggs.After simple cooking, the spiciness of leeks has been reduced a lot, but there is still a slight spiciness, which is combined with the fresh and tender eggs to form a very peculiar fragrance.

An Xu made a large bowl of chive sauce. The capacity of the current farmhouse bowl is larger than that of the sea bowl in later generations, but it was such a large bowl that the three of them ate it clean.

One of them, An Chong, ate six steamed buns alone. Seeing that An Xu was worried and didn't want to remind him, he got up and went to the kitchen shed to boil half a pot of hawthorn water, and asked him and Zong Che to drink some after a rest.

The hawthorns were picked by An Xu when he went up the mountain the first day, but they were all unattractive fruits.After all, it is a village on the side of a mountain, and the good hawthorns have been picked long ago.

This was the most satisfying meal An Chong had. After resting in the shade for a while, he got up and went to the kitchen to make a bowl of orange-red hawthorn water. Although it was very sour, he thought it was delicious.

After finishing drinking, he hiccupped and said to An Xu, "When will you make candy?"

An Xu smiled and said, "Wash the pot, pour the pot of sugarcane juice into it, and light the fire."

Seeing that the two of them had something to do, Zong Che felt inexplicably excluded. With his cane under his arm, he walked up to An Xu, looked at the things in front of her that had been roughly made up with flattened bamboo poles, and asked : "Can I help?"

An Xu turned his head and glanced in surprise, and asked, "You don't need to read anymore?"

"Anyway, I won't take the exam this year," Zong Che said nonchalantly.

An Xu said, "That shouldn't be relaxed either."

The last time I heard him say that the test was in the twelfth lunar month, and it is only September, and there are still three months left. The fracture will definitely heal by then.

In these three months, she couldn't earn any money, and she would definitely send this young man to take the exam.

Ancient times was the era of imperial examinations. If there was someone with a reputation in the family, it would be a shelter for her future business.As for the other party who got higher and higher in the exam, he might send her a sum of money and forget about it, An Xu didn't care.

She doesn't have An Da Ni's thoughts, as long as she maintains a relationship with this boy, that's enough.

All thoughts are momentary, hearing Zongche say, "I want to relax and relax."

An Xu saw that he really didn't want to read, so he was not polite. He handed him a handful of thin bamboo strips, pointed to the shelf and said, "I've already drilled my eyes here, you insert the bamboo strips."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the bamboo basket and went outside to dig river mud.

The afternoon sun gave off some laziness, but the water in the river was crystal clear. When he saw it, he became refreshed. An Xu put the bamboo basket aside, scooped up the water and washed his hands.

Under the sunlight, the crystal-clear and lovely bottom is brownish-yellow river mud, suddenly a bag bulges, and then a thin tentacles are picked out, which is a river prawn half the palm length of an adult.

When An Xu saw the shrimp, his heart burst into joy, and he grabbed the shrimp with his bare hands.

It turned out that there were shrimps in this river. Looking at this river with no end in sight, she felt that there must be a lot of shrimps in this river.

It's just that today I'm mainly doing small carts, and I'll catch you when I'm free.

An Xu ordered the shrimp in his hand, and put it back into the river with his backhand.

Zong Che was very reliable. By the time she returned with half a basket of river mud in both hands, he had already built the outline of the pot and stove inside the cart with bamboo strips.

An Xu smiled and praised him, and brought a large handful of straws to the door, chopped them up on the spot, poured the river mud on it to mix well, and wiped the mud with one hand to smear the frame of the pot and stove.

At the same time, he directed Zong Che to build a bamboo shelf in front of the trolley.

After the three of them were busy all afternoon, when the sugarcane juice in the pot was getting thicker and thicker, the cart also looked decent.

The sky in the west was smeared with a bright red burning cloud. An Chong picked up a ball of red sugar that had almost solidified with chopsticks and asked, "Look, is it finished?"

An Xu glanced at the color, nodded and said: "Speed ​​up the turning speed, the fire will be less, and it will be ready for a quarter of an hour."

Two pots of sugarcane juice boiled out half a pot of thick brown sugar, An Chong put it in a shallow bamboo basket, and separated the inside of the bamboo basket with a steaming cloth.

That night, An Chong got up to look at the basket of brown sugar even in his dreams. He got up just after dawn the next day, dragged his shoes and ran to the stove, pulled out the bamboo basket that was placed in one corner, and opened the four corners. Covered with a steaming cloth, I saw that the brown sugar that was still viscous yesterday had solidified at this time. He poked it with a chopstick, and it was not hard at all, and the brown sugar that turned up had a rustling feeling.

It's done, it's really done.

The excited An Chong lost his composure for a moment, ran to the front door of the main room and patted on the door.

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　Ask, ask for collection, ask for tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)