Carrying chicken cubs across

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Chapter 11

    The aroma of sugar and the results of fish farming in rice fields will not be known until near the end of the year. The villagers paid attention to her for a few days, and found that Wen Qi had nothing new to see besides feeding fish food every day and surrounding the rice fields with fishing nets, so they gradually stopped paying attention to her side.

    Although Qingyang Village is close to the mountains, there are no poisonous snakes. It's just that earth snakes and water snakes are still very common in the countryside, and it's hard to take any preventive measures. Wen Qi can only go to the rice fields to inspect a few more laps by herself. In addition, in order to guard against birds that eat small fish, she made a few dummies in the field. As long as there is a little wind, the cloth strips on the dummies will dance, and ordinary birds will not easily approach them.

    Raising fish in rice fields is easy to say, but there are many things to do. Wen Qi observed for several days, and only after confirming that the fry had adapted well did she have time to do other things.

    "Zheng Yu, are you going up the mountain today?"

    Wen Qi wanted to make sweets, but she would inevitably be in a hurry if she did it alone, so she wanted to call Zheng Yu for help. It would be great if Aunt Wen was in the village. Women are always more comfortable on the stove than men, but she is in the village, apart from Aunt Wen, she is also familiar with Zheng Yu, so naturally she can only find him at this time.

    Zheng Yu would never refuse to help Wen Qi cook something, because she would always provide food and drink, and the things she made were much more delicious than those made by himself.

    Calling for labor, Wen Qi quickly put all the things needed in the kitchen.

    At the beginning, Zheng Yu only had to help light the fire. Wen Qi first fried black and white sesame seeds, shelled walnuts, and peanuts separately, and after thinking about it, she fried some white rice and flour separately.

    With these things ready, the next step is the main event.

    She is about to start boiling sugar. She has finished the fermentation process yesterday. Now she just needs to squeeze out the syrup and add some white sugar to the pot to make it thicker.

    No one here makes maltose, and she always has a lot of wheat grains on hand. After buying sugar last time, she got some out, soaked them and let them germinate. After the malt grew as high as a finger, Wen Qi chopped it up, mixed it with the steamed corn, and fermented it overnight, and it should be ready to be juiced now.

    Farmers also make their own tofu and have tools for squeezing soymilk. A wooden frame is hung above the pot, and a filter white cloth is tied on it to form a cloth bag, and then the ground bean dregs are poured into the middle of the cloth, and the bean juice is squeezed out vigorously.

    You can also use this tool to squeeze maltose puree.

    Zheng Yu helped to pour a barrel of fermented corn crumbs into the cloth bag step by step, and squeezed out the juice formed by fermentation.

    This is labor work without any skills. Seeing that Zheng Yu has done well, Wen Qi asked him to finish it first, then added fire to the bottom of the pot, began to stir the juice in the pot, and waited quietly for the time to come out of the pot.

    The more maltose boiled, the thicker it became. Wen Qi felt that it was almost done, so she took some chopsticks, dipped some syrup in the pot, and then soaked it in a bowl filled with cold water.

    "It's crispy, it's fine." Wen Qi bit the hardened maltose and nodded with satisfaction.

    There are two large pots on the stove, and a small amount of water was also boiled in the other pot. After the maltose here was almost boiled, Wen Qi immediately asked Zheng Yu to scoop up the water in the pot. More than half of the maltose in the pot passed.