On the afternoon of the day, as usual, Luo used the time to teach people arithmetic at the Xu family's house.

Before class, two young men came from Xiaohe Village, brought Luo Yong a small basket of malt sugar.

Two days ago, Luo Yong asked a villager who came to deliver hemp paper in their village. After a few dou of millet and wheat, he asked an old man in their village to help make malt sugar. Now that the sugar is ready, someone brought it to him.

Luo Yong took the basket and was confused, knowing that the other party had not collected his wages much, so he said, "When you two go back, remember to bring some buns to Mr. Huang for me."

The old man Huang, who made malt sugar for others, was about the same age as Zou Lizheng, but he did not have the blessing of Zou Lizheng's many children and grandchildren. He originally had a son, but he was ahead of him. He had two granddaughters, and now he had married. Now, the only couple in the family lives with a daughter-in-law.

The family finally has land and Huang Weng has craftsmanship, so his life is not bad. But compared with the lively family in other people's home, it seems very deserted. Their daughter-in-law, the old couple now treats her as their daughter. They are afraid that she will be alone after they leave, so they also want to find another home for her. Unfortunately, it is not easy.

"Oh." The two young men responded, each found a small stool, and sat down in the hall.

They came late today, and the good location on the kang had been occupied by someone. Fortunately, the Xu brothers were all diligent, and there were many big and small slaps in the shop.

However, even if we came early, we could not compete for the location on the kang. Recently, more and more outsiders have come to the Xu family's guesthouse to listen to Luo Yong's lectures. Judging from the clothes and demeanor of those people, they can't be ordinary merchants and vendors.

These people now live in this Xu family's guesthouse all day long. They have been staying in this hall after breakfast this morning. They have money and spare time, so it is also necessary to sit on the kang. For example, they just come to take a class without spending money. It is good to have a small stool.

"Before class, memorize the formula of the Nine-Nine Multiplication twice." When the time is almost over, Luo Yong spoke.

"Ninety-Nine Eighty-One." Immediately, one of Luo Yong's disciples started.

"Nine Nine Eighty One, □□72..." Everyone else consciously followed, no matter whether they were sitting in a stool or a kang, they were honest in front of Mr. Luo Yong, and asked them to recite the formulas of the 99 multiplications, and they all opened their mouths and recited them loudly.

Luo Yong is still very helpful to these people's cooperation attitude. At this time, people respect the people who teach their knowledge and cherish the rare learning opportunities. It is precisely because of this that Luo Yong teaches very seriously now.

He has been teaching scores and decimals recently. Some of them cannot keep up, or they think that learning this thing is useless, so they don’t come over. Luo Sanlang also said that he would start a basic class again when winter comes next year. Those who have not learned it will not be anxious. Although Luo Sanlang is young, his words always make up for his mistakes.

After memorizing the multiplication formula of ninety-nine times, it will take about an hour and a half to class. During this period, Luo Yong will first explain today's knowledge points to them, and then assign arithmetic questions to them. He will repeatedly digest this knowledge point in continuous practice until most people have learned it.

After this one and a half hours, it was time for the students to practice and communicate freely. Luo Yong was dragged by them to communicate several times. To be honest, Luo Yong felt a little dizzy when he heard the questions they said. Fortunately, the more than ten years of learning in the 21st century were finally gone, and he could barely hold on to the scene at critical moments.

These people are eager to study and have not finished their research. Luo Yong looked at the loophole and planned to escape. Before leaving, he did not forget to give the two young people in Xiaohe Village five cents: "After the buns come out, you can buy them yourself. You two eat two of them, and take the rest to Mr. Huang."

"We won't eat it." One of the young men was holding the five cents and had a little shy face.

"You're so kind. It's okay to have a long way to go without placing your stomach." Aunt Luo had just finished serving two plates of dumplings and just happened to beat them.

Just after Luo Yong finished his class, someone in the hall started to order food. On this cold day, sitting on this warm and warm kang, eating delicious food while discussing knowledge, was also very comfortable.

"You two go back, I'll give you some hot soup." Aunt Luo asked them to go back and have some hot soup. The couple now work in the Xu family's guesthouse every day. Many young people in Xiaohe Village often come here to deliver goods, so they are very familiar with them.

"Then I'll leave first." Luo Yong greeted his sister.

"You go." Aunt Luo smiled.

Luo Yong carried the small basket of malt sugar out of the Xu family's guesthouse, and did not enter the village, but went to the cement workshop.

On this cold day, the road surface is covered with ice slags. On the hillsides near the village and on the fields, there are white snow piled on the heads. The cold wind blows on the cheeks hurts, and the breath that comes out turns into white fog.

From time to time, we will encounter men, women, young and old pushing cars on the road. Since the cement road in Daxipo Village was repaired, there have been a lot more people coming here to transport cement than before. Because the road surface is flat, there are no need for a strong labor force. As long as there are two or three women, children, and elderly and weak push carts together, they dare to come here to transport cement.

It often snows in winter, and cement roads with snow are not so easy to walk on, but compared to the dirt roads in the past, it is still much easier. Villagers on both sides of the road often come out to sweep the snow. It is said that they are afraid that the snow water will ruin the road surface. It is rare that someone is willing to pay to help them buy cement to repair the road, and everyone cherishes it very much.

Luo Yong carried a basket of malt sugar and greeted the people who knew him but didn't know him and greeted him all the way. Soon, he arrived in the big straw shed where the cement workshop was.

The straw shed is so big that it is long and there are hundreds of workers working in this shed, but it doesn't seem crowded. Everyone is busy with mud and mud, throwing the blanks, and burning the fire.

There was a row of pottery jars burning near the shed, all of which were as big as water tanks. At this time, the big jar was covered with white heat, and hot water was burning there, just to be able to mix mud in this cold weather.

Luo Yong knew that only the innermost pottery jar was burned with ginger water, which was specially used for the workers to drive away the cold. At this time, he walked over, grabbed a few handfuls of malt sugar from the basket and sprinkled it into the large jar of ginger water, and then leaned down and added a fire to the stove.

When Luo was used just now, many people saw him at the cement workshop, but everyone did not stop their work.

"Master, why are you here?" At this time, a disciple of Luo Yong walked over here. There are many people buying cement these days, and their workshop is also very busy.

"I'm just here to take a look, you can go there." This is his own cement workshop. I just come and take a look, and there is no need to greet him.

"I just collected a few loads of plaster and I'll wait for a while to make dinner." The disciple said, rubbing his hands.

"What are you going to eat tonight?" Luo asked him casually.

"I made a few sheep racks, chopped them and cooked them with reeds, as well as pickles and mixed noodles." The disciple replied.

"Thank you for your hard work." Luo Yong also knew that the food in the cement workshop was mainly done by his disciples and some family members living in the sheep pen. He didn't make much money, and he also had a lot of work all day long.

Just not far from the cement workshop, next to the roadside, there have been a series of adobe houses built, and each room has a large fire kang.

Workers work here during the day, eat big pot meals and sleep in the big bunk bed at night. Although the conditions are not good, they can eat enough during the day and don’t have to get frozen at night.

"Hi, it's not hard." The disciple said restrainedly.

"You drink a bowl of ginger soup first." Luo Yong took a pottery bowl from the side, touched a malt sugar from the basket and put it in, and then used a large spoon of ginger soup to him from the pottery jar.

The disciple held a bowl of ginger soup with a happy look on his face, and did not forget to greet the others: "Come here to drink a bowl of ginger soup, my master also added malt sugar to it."

Some workers next to him had already pricked up their ears and waited. After hearing his call, they gathered over with smiles. Luo Yong did not add malt sugar to them. The ones he sprinkled into the pottery jar just now were enough to bring sweetness to this big jar of ginger soup. This basket of malt sugar, which flows finely, can be used for ten days and half a month.

On this cold day, drinking one or two bowls of hot, spicy and sweet ginger candies every day can not only drive away the cold, but also replenish some calories.

Just now, the disciple finished drinking a bowl of ginger soup and put the unfinished malt sugar in his mouth and chewed it, which made the others beside him envious.

In these days, no matter men, women, young and old, there are few people who don’t like to eat sugar. At this time, people generally lack nutrition. Sweets are not only the spiritual yearning for everyone, but also the physical needs of this high-calorie food.

People here can barely eat things like malt sugar, but they feel that the essence is expensive and most of them are reluctant to eat them. Sucrose is very rare. It is not produced locally and is shipped from other places, and the price is also very high.

Luo Yong guessed that the sugarcane at this time should not be as sweet as later generations and the sugar content is not that high. Otherwise, at the current high price of sugar, farmers in the south would have no reason not to plant vigorously.

Speaking of sugar sugar, Luo Yong still knows that a kind of sugar is extracted from beet processing, but unfortunately there is no such beet seeds in his space.

Luo Yong was only thinking about sugar cane sugar beet candy, but he never thought that a few days later, someone gave him another kind of sugar.

The one who gave the candy was the eldest son Yin in the village, the father of Aunt Yin who had the accident. When his daughter had an accident, Luo Yong helped find someone. Everyone worked together to find the daughter back. In a blink of an eye, a whole year passed. Luo Yong had already forgotten about this matter, but he didn't expect that their family was still thinking about it.

In Qiuli, the Yin family dug many white weed roots in the fields and went back. After rubbing them one by one, they mashed them, soaked them in clean water and simmered them slowly over low heat, and finally got a little bit of sugar, which is called heart-cleaning candy.

The Yin family brought it to Luo Yong this time, and there was a small jar, and I don’t know how many white hemp roots would be pounded to get it.

This heart-cleaning can best moisturize dryness and removes heart fire. It is not cold and nourishes people. Luo Yong cherishes this can of sugar very much.
Chapter completed!