Traveling through ancient times and taking space to farm

"You're welcome, village chief. I've already prepared the plaque for the sugar workshop." Guo Tingyu waved his hand, and two government servants came up behind him, carrying a plaque covered with red silk, which looked very solemn and mysterious.

"Take it quickly! Hang it up." Two young people with quick hands and feet came up from behind the village chief, set up the ladder and hung it up.

When the auspicious time came, the county magistrate stretched out his hand and pulled the rope hanging from the red silk. The red silk fell down, revealing the plaque, and the words "Peace Sugar House" were written on the plaque.

The literate people read out on the side: "Ping'an Sugar Shop, the workshop in our village is called 'Ping'an Sugar Shop', the workshop has a name! The workshop has a name!" cheering and clapping.

If this person were a few years younger, he would probably be able to dance.

"Ping'an Sugar Shop, a good name. Thank you for naming the workshop." All the villagers knelt down to express their thanks again.

Once the plaque is hung, the ceremony is completed.

The county magistrate Guo Tingyu walked around the workshop and said a few words to pay attention to fire prevention, and if there was no sales for the sugar, go to him, etc., and left in a hurry. After all, he was the head of a county and was busy with official duties, so he was busy here.

There's no time left.

The sugar workshop was built, but it couldn't operate without raw materials. Mr. Zhang suggested that the village chief find a few smart people to buy all the Shuli poles grown in the surrounding villages and towns, and deliver them to your door for a price, and pick them up at your door for a price.

The village chief accepted the suggestion and immediately sent people out to purchase it.

After the workshop was built, the Shuli trees were ripe, and people were harvesting them one after another. They sent the Shuli poles to the workshop.

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

Among these people is Ma You, who is honest, willing to work and doesn't talk too much. Such people are the first choice.

Besides, this recipe comes from Mr. Zhang’s family, and people have to be selected to work on it, so there is no doubt that Yo Ma will come to the workshop to work.

Peel leaves, wash, squeeze juice, filter, boil, and put into molds to shape.

There is a dedicated person in charge of each step. It takes a lot of energy to cook. If the fire is too high, it will be overcooked and the sugar will be bitter.

If the fire is too light, it will not take shape, so you must choose someone who is careful and responsible when it comes to the heat.

The people chosen by the village chief were all accustomed to farm work, and they worked meticulously and meticulously. Han Yun stopped paying attention to this aspect after giving him a few pointers.

The village chief was looking at those sugar-free Shuli poles outside the compound and felt worried.

"What's wrong with the village chief? Is there anything troubling you?"

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

There are also many Shuli poles that do not contain sugar. Burning firewood will be useless, and if you keep them, there will only be more and more in the future. When we buy Shuli poles, we cannot choose to buy sugary ones. Not to mention the trouble, it is also

It’s easy to leak the secrets of sugar-making raw materials, so what’s wrong with that!”

"This is indeed a problem, but uncle, I have already thought of a countermeasure for this matter.

We can use Shuli poles to weave mats and use Shuli arrow stalks to make curtains. Even though we can't sell them for much, we can find a suitable reason to buy Shuli poles," Han Yun said.

"Your idea is good, but there are no people in our village who know these crafts! Alas!" The village chief sighed again.

"My sister-in-law has this skill. Does the uncle want to hire my sister-in-law as a guide or sell the Shuli pole to my sister-in-law?"

"I have to ask your aunt about this. 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 find her right now." The village chief said and left.

"Uncle village chief, just keep an eye on it here. I'll go talk to my aunt." 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 let her give you an accurate answer whether it's okay or not. What do you think?" Han Yun said.

The village chief said: "Okay, then I'll give you two a hard time to make a trip."