Traveling through ancient times and taking space to farm

I'll go too, I'll go too, uncle is waiting for us." Yun Hai and Yun Tao were not restrained from writing in the room today. When they heard that uncle was about to drive the carriage out, they ran over and wanted to go with them.

"Sit tight, let's go." In order to let the three children sit in the carriage for a while, Father Zhang drove the carriage to the Shuli land farthest from his home.

Why come to Shuli to cut grass?

Because the ancient Shuli has not been improved, Umiduo. Umi is just an empty pole without Shuli.

Such hollow stalks are as sweet as sugar cane, and horses love to eat them. When cut, they can also ventilate the field.

Father Zhang brought out a bundle of Sichuan Li sticks, and the three little ones all pressed forward to get one, and there was sweet juice in their mouths when they chewed it.

The mountains are poor and most people don't have spare money to buy sweets for their children.

Shuli pole has become a favorite snack among children.

"Xiaohai, Xiaotao, do you want some sweets?" Han Yun asked casually while chewing the Shu Li stick.

"Second sister, I want to eat candy. The candy is sweet and tastes better than Shuli pole." Yuntao answered quickly, as if he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to eat it.

"Second sister, have you bought candy? I haven't eaten candy for a long time, and I want to eat candy too." Yunhai looked at Han Yun expectantly.

"I didn't buy candy, but I know how to make candy. I just have to see if you two can help me."

"Yes, yes. Second sister, both of us can help you with the work. Tell me quickly, what do you want me to do?" The two of them scrambled to help with the work, for fear that they would not be given candy if they did not work.

"Okay, let your uncle cut some more Shuli stalks later, and we'll go back and boil the syrup to make sweets for you."

In this way, the three little ones hit it off immediately, and Father Zhang cut a lot of Shuli poles for no reason. He cut a car full before going home.

When we got home, the three little people squatted in the corner, peeling the Shuli leaves, cutting them into sections, and cleaning the Shuli stems.

Since there was no juicer, I had to push it with a roller and use the weight of the stone roller to squeeze out the juice. It took a lot of effort.

Later, Father Zhang couldn't stand it any longer, so he came over to help, and he blew up three barrels of sweet water.

Filter it twice with two layers of gauze, pour it into a large pot in the yard, and cook it over high heat. The cooking process is long.

While it was cooking, Han Yun was thinking about what kind of candy she wanted to make. There were no dried fruits or black and white sesame seeds, so only popcorn candy was left.

"Xiaohai, you watch the fire, and I'll get something delicious." After saying that, he went to the kitchen to find grandma.

"What are you guys fussing about? Have you been fussing for a long time?" Grandma asked the question in her mind.

"Yeah! I've been listening to you kids making noises for a long time. Xiaohai and the others are talking about sweets and sweet things." The old aunt was also curious about what the kids were causing trouble.

"They said they wanted to eat sweets, so I made them some sweets.

Milk, can I get some rice? I want to make some popcorn candy to eat while watching the moon tomorrow."

"What kind of rice do you want to get? Then just get it yourself, why don't you ask me? Why are you eating when the milk is short?" the old lady asked pretending to be angry.

"Milk, I need to use some oil, hehe... I'll give it back to you after I use it. It doesn't cost oil, it really doesn't cost oil." Han Yun was afraid that her grandma wouldn't let her use oil, so she promised not to use it too much.

"The oil jar is over there. Get it yourself. I want to see what tricks you can make." The old lady felt sorry for her little granddaughter. She wanted to make some snacks for the first time, but she couldn't bear to refuse, so she just let her do it on her own.

!It doesn’t cost much anyway.

Han Yun was not polite and took half a bowl of Shuli rice, half a bowl of millet and a bowl of rice before carrying the oil jar out.

I set up a small pot in the yard and started to heat oil to make popcorn.

When the oil is burning until it starts to smoke, put a handful of rice in it. As soon as the rice enters the oil pan, it will turn white and fat and float quickly on the oil surface.

Han Yun was also unambiguous. She took out the fried popcorn and put it into the prepared basin.

It took several times to explode.

Not to mention that Yunhai and Yuntao have never seen this kind of food, not even the old man has seen it.