Before I could put it in my mouth, the malt sugar flowed down the chopsticks.

He quickly stuck out his tongue to catch the falling malt sugar. After tasting it, he shouted to the father and son who had already left.

"Hey, you two, wait for me for a while, I'll go take a look too."

The two pots of malt sugar boiled in the morning filled a full teacup. There was some left, which was put into a wooden basin. Now there are two more pots boiling in the pot.

When Chen Defu and his companions came back, the sisters Zhou Xiuying and Zhou Guihua were going to the back mountain to collect firewood.

The malt sugar was not finished, but a lot of firewood was burned.

Chen De came back in a hurry and asked, "Where's the malt sugar? How much is it?"

Jiang Baige was sitting at the dining table, and on the table in front of her was the malt sugar that had just been boiled.

"Uncle Village Chief, they are all over here, come and take a look."

Chen Defu and the branch secretary both looked at the teacup and wooden basin, which they estimated to weigh about 20 to 30 kilograms.

Chen Defu said, "Okay! Bring me a pair of chopsticks so I can try it too."

Zhou Xiuying quickly brought chopsticks to her husband and asked him to stir some to taste.

At this point the malt sugar is only slightly warm and will quickly take shape when stirred.

Chen Defu smiled and said, "That's great! I'll go to the commune tomorrow and ask them how to collect it."

Zhou Xiuying and the others laughed and said, "It's only because Comrade Jiang was here, otherwise all these good things would have been fed to the pigs."

When someone mentions it, naturally someone will praise it.

Sun Zhaodi said, "It's the educated people in the city who know more. They've learned much more than us country bumpkins."