"Shulan?"
He Fengmian looked at her blankly and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
Shulan quickly shook her head: "It's nothing."
Who would have thought that she would feel her heart race when a handsome guy looked at her? The thing is, it wasn't the first time she had met this handsome guy. How come she missed a beat just now?
You could say he's handsome, but it's not like she's never seen him before. Why is he suddenly so striking today?
Although she didn't quite understand, she quickly shook off that romantic notion and said, "Yes, just skim off the foam like that."
He Fengmian had been watching her the whole time, so he could clearly see the expression and frustration on her face.
He seemed to have discovered something interesting, and he felt he could slowly verify it.
Even as he pondered these thoughts, his hands never stopped moving.
At this point, the fire is strong, and once the foam is skimmed off, the pot will quickly start bubbling and boiling.
And everyone who heard about the sugar-making process couldn't resist coming over to watch.
Shulan took out the lime she had brought that morning, mixed it into a milky consistency, and began pouring the lime water into the pot according to the specified ratio.
After recognizing the lime, many people couldn't help but whisper, "Isn't this stuff used for killing insects?"
There used to be a lot of insects in the military camp, and Doctor Wang would have people sprinkle lime to kill them. So when they saw lime water being put in there, they all looked worried.
One person said: "You can eat this?"
Wang Yaozhi said from the side, "Lime can kill insects, but it can also be used in medicine. Don't worry, this small amount is just to make it easier to form. It won't kill anyone."
Hearing what Dr. Wang said, everyone felt relieved, and the group of men stared at the steaming pot with expectant looks.
When it was almost time, Shulan said, "Let's stop the fire and let it sit quietly for a while."
Everyone quickly pulled out the firewood.
Once the broth in the pot stopped boiling, a layer of fine, dense scum floated to the surface. Everyone, imitating He Fengmian's earlier actions, quickly used spatulas to scoop it out.
Once thoroughly cleaned, the sorghum juice in the pot was very clear and had a pleasant aroma.
After letting it sit, start boiling it again, then add lime water, and keep repeating this process of heating, letting it sit, and heating again.
After dinner, the sugar syrup in the pot turned a bright, clear, and fragrant yellowish-brown. Everyone couldn't resist tasting it and exclaimed, "It's sweet, really sweet!"
"That's right, I've never tasted anything so delicious." Many people are able to join the army because their families are poor.
After arriving in this city, there was even less sugar, and the chance to eat sugar was extremely rare.
Shulan also tried it and found it tasted good. Although it wasn't as sweet as white sugar, it was still quite delicious, with a flavor similar to drinking honey.
He was in a good mood and said to everyone, "Try it."
Although only half of the pot remained, it was just an experiment, so no more was made, but it still looked to weigh about five or six pounds.
Moreover, the straw used in this pot is only about half an acre, which means that an acre of straw can make about ten catties of syrup. Although this syrup is not as good as sugar, it has many uses. It can be used to make pastries, candied fruits and other sweet desserts.
It was getting late. After dinner, when He Fengmian was taking her back to the city, he handed her a small jar of syrup: "There will be hawthorns tomorrow. Are you coming over in the morning?"
Shulan thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but I know how to do it, but I don't know how to do it."
"It's alright, as long as you teach, someone will know."
"OK."
Because they came in a Jingfeng, they are going back in the same Jingfeng.
She looked at the man who was riding up and reaching out to her, seemingly as usual, but something felt different.
Seeing her hesitate for a moment, He Fengmian, who clearly knew what was going on, deliberately asked, "What's wrong?"
Shulan quickly shook her head: "It's nothing, it's nothing."
Was it just her imagination?
Why did she feel like the man in front of her was giving her a seductive look, as if he was trying to seduce her?
Before mounting the horse, she couldn't help but glance at him again. He seemed perfectly normal, as if that languid look in his eyes was just her imagination.
Little did she know that when she turned around and faced away from him, the person behind her raised his lips, thinking that the effect was good—yes, just that morning, when he noticed that Shulan was distracted by his expression and movements, he knew that his chance had come.
Although she can't use this method all the time, she's not stupid; if she uses it too often, she'll definitely be discovered.
It can be used occasionally to attract a certain young woman.
Meanwhile, someone was still thinking, "General, are you going into the mountains again these next few days?"
"You want to go in?"
"Yes, I want to harvest that ginseng before it snows."
Last time they went to the mountains, they found an excellent ginseng. At the time, they didn't have good harvesting tools, and she was afraid of damaging the ginseng's roots, so she planned to wait until the next time they went. However, she was busy with other things and forgot about it for a while.
When do you want to go?
Looking at the sunset, Shulan said, "How about going the day after tomorrow? I'll stay in the camp tomorrow, and we can go early the day after tomorrow."
"good."
As they discussed their plans, they headed towards the city, completely unaware that their interactions were becoming more and more like those of a married couple.
When they returned to the clinic, they saw Uncle Rong standing at the door, with a chubby boy sitting on a small stool next to him, craning his neck and looking on expectantly.
Upon seeing Shulan, she jumped up in a flash, her chubby little legs swaying, her little mouth pouting, and called out in a wronged tone, "Auntie."
Startled, Uncle Rong quickly ran after him, shouting, "Young Master Sun, you can't run away!"
He Fengmian had already dismounted when he entered the city. When he saw his nephew, he quickly scooped him up and said, "Why are you running?"
The little guy bounced around in his uncle's arms, wiggling his little bottom to indicate, "Looking for Auntie."
He woke up early and went to the clinic, hoping to see his beloved aunt, but he was disappointed.
He was so upset that he stayed by his side when he woke up in the afternoon.
Looking at her aunt still on horseback, her eyes welled up with tears: "Auntie~~~"
Tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn't let them fall.
This sight melted Shulan's heart.
She quickly dismounted and went forward, saying, "Don't cry, Auntie will hug you."
He immediately leaned towards his aunt, his lotus-root-like arms encircling her neck, his chubby little face rubbing against her neck, and said in a childish voice, "Little Bao misses Auntie."
To express her longing, she added, "I miss you so much~ I miss you so much."
Shu Lan's heart melted at the sight of him. After carrying him into the house, she rubbed her face against him and said gently, "Auntie missed Xiao Bao too."
Then the aunt and nephew, thinking of each other, cheek to cheek, were so warm and loving.
Uncle Rong couldn't help but lean closer to his young master and whisper, "Young master, you see how much the young mistress loves children. You should also work harder and try to give birth to a granddaughter as soon as possible."
He Fengmian looked at the two people in the hall, one big and one small, and said with tenderness in his eyes, "Mm."
Now that he's found a way, he'll work hard to give Xiaobao a little sister soon.
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