No dreams all night.

When I woke up in the morning, I opened the window and a refreshing air with a clear green smell of bamboo came towards me. Song Wen took a deep greed and intoxicated by it.

After washing it, he released the puppy and hedgehog in Ruyi's fan and let them move freely. He came to the lake in front of the house, moved, twisted his butt and waist, shook his hands and feet, moved a little, and then punched his fists by the lake.

I saw him holding a wine glass in his hand, looking at the wine in the glass, his steps staggering, his body was floating, like crazy, sometimes like a carp leaping in the waves, jumping in the rivers and seas; sometimes like a kite turning over, dancing in the air; sometimes like a tramp, his body and skills are impermanent. The fist wind is frightened and his footwork is blurred. The fist is hard but not stiff, soft but not soft, slow but not dispersed, light but not floating, heavy but not stagnant, giving people a strong and elegant feeling.

Looking at the erratic figure and the boxing technique in your hands that holds like a wine glass, you can tell that it is a drunken fist without asking. The characteristics of drunken fist are that it is drunk but not drunk, like an epileptic or crazy, and the movements are erratic, seemingly unintentional, but the fist is full of true intentions. If you don’t move, you will be gone. Once you move, you will definitely kill your opponent.

Songjiabao has moved its clan since the Song and Yuan dynasties to fight against bandits and beasts. Naturally, it has its own boxing heritage, namely Taizu Changquan. Song Wen also practiced it when he was a child, but he was not very interested. Instead, he accidentally bought a drunken box from a street stall aroused his interest.

I remember that year he was only twenty-one. He accidentally saw this book on a street stall and was fascinated by the erratic figure and boxing techniques in the book. In this way, he kept practicing, and it had been seven or eight years.

After practicing boxing, I felt a little sweat on my forehead.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, entered his mind into his dantian, turned around the dan nine times, and then exhaled a sudden breath to discharge the waste gas from his body. After repeated repeated attempts, he closed his eyes and rested.

After a while, I felt that my mouth was filled with gold liquid, and I swallowed it in three times. I stroked my hands with my hands, and I thought without thought, and I was empty. I left and right six six six six six six six, breathed naturally. When I opened my eyes again, I suddenly realized that there was another world.

He moved his body slightly, and there was a crackling sound like gold and jade between the joints.

When my heart moved, my fists seemed to hold a wine glass, and I persuaded me to change the glass and then enter the wine series and hit it out. A sound of breaking through the air suddenly came into my ears.

When Song Wen heard this, his face stern. He remembered that although he had the power to punch in the past, there was definitely no such sound of breaking through the air. It seemed that the spring water in Ruyi Fan not only caused diarrhea, but also made people wash their hair and marrow. It seemed that they would have to drink it frequently in the future.

When they returned to the house, his father and second uncle had not yet gotten up. It seemed that they were really drunk yesterday. I don’t know what the two old men thought. They were both old and were still showing off like young people.

Seeing that no one had gotten up, he came to the kitchen and planned to cook, but unexpectedly, his mother was already in the kitchen.

"Mom, why did you get up so early?"

"It's still early, it's almost seven o'clock. Go and see if your dad and your second uncle are awake and ask them to come out for dinner."

"oh."

Song Wen came back and saw that Er uncle and father were still sleeping soundly. He ignored him and went straight to the backyard and picked up the feed to feed the chickens and ducks.

Chicken and duck are still small and cannot eat too rough things. They can only eat easy-to-digest feed. When it is a little bigger, there is no need to worry about it. There is something in this bamboo forest for them to eat.

Song Wen fed the chickens and ducks, went to the big buffalo to take a look, and added some forage. The big buffalo's stomach was getting bigger and bigger, and it was probably about to give birth.

When he returned to the house, the puppy immediately surrounded him, shook his tail and pulled his trousers to yell. It seemed that he was hungry.

He went to the refrigerator to take out the milk he bought and heated it for the puppy to drink. Then he took some cooked pork liver from the refrigerator and heated it up, and took it to the back for the little hedgehog to eat. As soon as this guy came out of the Ruyi fan, he ran to the hole in the corner of the wall. It seemed that he was the owner of the hole he dug himself yesterday.

His second uncle and his father were still sleeping soundly, but his nephew ran out quickly when he heard the puppy's barking, not even put on his clothes. As soon as he saw the puppy lying on the other side licking the milk, he squatted over there and watched it foolishly, and his tongue was also licking it. Lin Qinglan chased out with her clothes and persuaded her for a long time before she let him put on her clothes.

Song Wen had not married a wife and gave birth to children. There was only one boy born by his brother and Lin Qinglan in the family. His parents were spoiled and wanted to pick the stars in the sky for him. They didn't even dare to scold him, so that this little guy had a little bit of a temper, and only his mother Lin Qinglan could subdue him.

Today I was going to help me make candy, so I didn’t dare to delay it. After having dinner, I rode a motorcycle to meet with Song Hu.

When he arrived at the braised noodle shop, Song Hu was still having dinner. When he saw him coming, he quickly ate and walked with him to a large tile house next to Songjiabao.

The tile house has walls on both sides, and both sides are airtight and looks very bright. There are several large earth stoves inside and six large iron pots are built on it. This is the place where the village sets up for villagers to make brown sugar, or weddings, and specializes in cooking big pots when doing things. However, these large iron pots are specially used for brown sugar and cannot be used for other purposes to prevent the brown sugar from being stained with other flavors.

In a corner of the tile house, there were bamboo canes cut yesterday. The bamboo canes with high mountains were dazzling. There was also a juicer next to them, and Tianshui was squeezing bamboo cane juice there.

In the era when there was no juicer, the village used cows to pull a stone mill next to the tile house to grind bamboo cane juice. Now the conditions are much better than before.

Tianshui's father Yimin was lighting the fire for the earth stove. Several relatives called by his family were preparing there with a two-meter-long spoon. When Tianshui poured the bamboo cane juice into the pot and boiled, he began to take the spoon to remove the foam on it. Song Wen and Song Hu looked at it and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

The method of making brown sugar in Songjiabao was passed down from the older generation, and it is said that it was passed down from the Tang Dynasty.

It sounds mysterious, but it is actually very simple. It mainly involves first squeezing the bamboo cane out of the cane juice, then pouring it into a pot and simmering it over a fire, and adding milk continuously. When the original brown syrup turns red and yellow, it becomes thick and thick, take it out and dry it, and the final result is brown sugar.

In ancient methods, lime removal and decolorization were added, but now the juicer comes with a filtration system, and the sugarcane juice obtained is basically sweet sugarcane juice without any impurities. Therefore, lime is no longer used in the village, and too much lime is also harmful to the human body. As for the color, adding milk is undoubtedly the best choice.

Adding milk to make brown sugar can make the sugar more bright and nutritious, but the cost is too high and most people cannot afford it. Not to mention factories that make money, most of the sugars in factories are decolorized and clarified with lime and sulfuric acid.

Making brown sugar is easy to say, but the process is very troublesome.

From the moment the cane juice is poured into the pot, a person must stand and skim the foam and stir it constantly in the pot to prevent the sugarcane juice from condensed and stick to the pot. Milk is added to stir to make the sugarcane juice brighter. When the sugarcane juice is boiled and becomes viscous and red, the red cane juice must be poured into the wooden trough prepared next to it or a brick candy mold made of wood. After cooling, the brown sugar will be made.

Song Wen and Song Hu stood alone in front of a large pot, holding a two-meter-long iron spoon and stirring it constantly in a large iron pot full of cane juice. Occasionally, they had to pour milk into the pot. These milks were also fresh goods, all of which were ordered by Tianshui’s father to several cattle breeders in the village last night. They were delivered early this morning. These buckets cost hundreds of dollars.

The burning stove fire made Song Wen and Song Hu feel extremely hot. The clothes he had worn were almost taken off, leaving only one underwear. But even so, the two of them were still sweating.

Song Hu was sore about his hands, so he stopped and shook his hands to move. He glanced at the few people next to him who were working hard to stir brown sugar, and muttered softly in his heart: If I had known that I would not come so tired, I would not be able to come. It would be better to hold the child at home. Although Tian Shu's family would give him some brown sugar to pay for him in the end, the efforts and gains were obviously completely disproportionate, and no wonder he complained.

The prepared brown sugar is packed in bags and wrapped tightly to prevent it from absorbing water and dampness. The brick candies the size of small bricks are also placed in cartons with plastic bags.

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