Chapter 36: A face full of despair
Sang Xingjia turned his head away a little embarrassedly: "No, I just wanted to see you earlier."
So even though his feet hurt a lot, he had to go to the woods so that he could see his little sister as soon as she appeared.
It turned out that he was worried about her. Sang Yu couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips slightly, but he quickly put away his smile and glared fiercely: "I reluctantly forgive you this time, but if you don't obey me next time, I won't take care of you if your leg becomes lame."
Sang Yu brought back a lot of things this time. Everyone was familiar with the cattails and bird eggs, but...
"Hiss, Yu'er, what's in the bag?"
On the other side, Xie Qiujin saw that the cattail bag was bulging and thought it was filled with cattails. She was about to pour it out, but as soon as she reached out her hand, she was pricked.
It felt similar to being pricked by a needle when embroidering, but there was no bleeding. She habitually put her finger in her mouth.
When she reminded her, Sang Yu remembered that there were still good things in the bag. She walked to the cattail bag in three or two steps, grabbed the bottom of the bag and turned it upside down, and a large number of thorny fruits fell to the ground.
"This is the fruit of the golden cherry, which can be used to make sugar."
Sang Yu was very satisfied. He had originally planned to use grain seeds to germinate and make some malt sugar to sell in the market, but now he could completely replace it with golden berries.
Apart from being rather troublesome to process, this thing is a really cost-free business to use for making sugar. The ripe fruit has an extremely high sugar content and has always been nicknamed the "sugar jar".
"Make candy?" Sang Xinghao's eyes lit up instantly when he heard these two words. There's candy to eat?
"You'll definitely have something to eat." Sang Yu smiled and tapped his forehead lightly, this little greedy guy.
If you want to make sugar with golden cherry, you need to remove the burrs on it first, otherwise it will prick you and make you bleed if you are not careful.
Don’t worry about the tool for scraping the thorns, you can just use a spoon, but you can’t do it with your bare hands.
Sang Yu's eyes fell on the cattail bags, and a good idea came to her mind in an instant. She asked her grandmother and Xie Qiujin to weave the cattail bags together.
This time's cattail bag is a little different from the previous ones. Not only is it smaller in size, but it also has an extra small bulge.
After listening to Sang Yu's words, the two were very surprised and couldn't understand why it was done like this.
But she has always had her own ideas. Since she said she wanted to make it like this, and it is small and doesn't take much time, then let's do it as she says.
The three of them started working at the same time, and the three men on the side were responsible for picking the cattail leaves, folding them and handing them to them. With the cooperation of the whole family, the things were made in a short time.
Sang Yu was very pleased when she looked at the thing in front of her. She was very familiar with it. How could she do without this thing when steaming and baking things in the kitchen?
In front of them were three gloves woven from cattails, which were almost identical to the heat-insulating gloves commonly used in the kitchen.
Before starting to weave, Sang Yu specifically reminded me that it didn't have to look good, but it had to be tight.
The thorns of golden cherry are not as hard as the wooden thorns of cactus. Although it has many thorns, they grow from the epidermis and are relatively soft.
As long as you wear gloves woven from cattail, you no longer have to worry about your hands being pricked by thorns.
Although cattail gloves are not as soft and flexible as ordinary knitted gloves, Sang Yu originally wanted to use it to make gloves and did not consider flexibility at all.
The reason for making only one glove is very simple. The hand wearing the glove holds the golden cherry, and the other hand that needs to be flexible uses a spoon to prick it directly.
Sang Yu was the first to put on the gloves and demonstrated to the two of them, and then they suddenly realized that this was how it was used.
Let them remove the thorns of the golden cherry first. Sang Yu picked up a few branch-like things that fell along with the fruits. These were the golden cherry roots that she dug up specifically for external application to treat the injuries of the father and son.
She had long forgotten what the specific effects of this thing were, but she remembered that applying it to the wound after crushing it could treat bruises and injuries, which was exactly what she needed.
After washing it with water, she picked up one, picked up two stones at random, placed the root on the flatter one and smashed it hard.
The fresh tree roots instantly burst out with countless juices, and one drop even splashed into Sang Yu's eyes.
She subconsciously wanted to rub her eyes, but halfway through she remembered that she should rinse them with water, so she quickly ran over to wash her eyes.
The juice from the rhizome of this plant, whether poisonous or non-toxic, should be rinsed out immediately if it gets into your eyes, otherwise it is easy to cause an allergic reaction.
After rinsing it clean, Sang Yu rolled his eyes and returned to his original position when he felt that everything was normal.
With the experience from last time, she learned her lesson this time and closed her eyes a second before hitting.
After all, the golden cherry is a shrub, and its roots are not particularly hard. It was soon smashed into a pool of rotten, sticky mud.
Without even changing the container, Sang Yu walked directly into the shed carrying the stone.
Seeing what she was holding, Sang Yongjing subconsciously frowned: "Yu'er, where did you get this? It looks disgusting."
"Dad, don't look at it as ugly, it will heal faster if you apply it."
As she spoke, Sang Yu picked up a small piece and was about to apply it on Sang Yongjing's face, scaring him so much that he stepped back repeatedly.
Unfortunately, he was half leaning against the mud wall and had nowhere to retreat, so he was ultimately unable to escape Sang Yu's clutches.
Feeling a wet, sticky and cold feeling coming from his face, Sang Yongjing felt hopeless and leaned against the wall dejectedly, as if he had lost his soul.
Sang Yu didn't care about him. It was more convenient for her to apply the medicine herself without resistance. After applying a layer of medicine on all the exposed bruises on Sang Yongjing, she turned her gaze to Sang Xingjia.
Sang Xingjia, who was originally watching the show, suddenly felt a chill on his back and subconsciously wanted to run away.
But before he could stand up, Sang Yu grabbed him by the back of the neck and pressed him to the ground to apply medicine.
A moment later, the father and son were leaning head to head and shoulder to shoulder, their faces covered with dark blue mud, their faces full of despair.
Sang Yu, however, finished her work and left, washing her hands, following her grandmother and mother to remove the thorns from the golden berries.
They were busy until it was completely dark, but the three of them still hadn't finished.
But there is no need to rush. To make sugar with golden cherries, you need to add some malt. They only have rice seeds, and the two things can be used as substitutes. They have to wait for the rice to germinate first.
Before going to bed, Sang Yu buried all the washed bird eggs under the dying fire, roasted them with the residual heat, and could eat them when he woke up.
Early in the morning, the birds in the woods kept singing and the family woke up one after another.
Sang Xingjia sat up as usual, and only remembered that he was injured when he felt a slight pain in his arm.
He looked at the injuries on his body with some surprise. Not only could he sit up straight by himself, but even the bruises had faded a lot.
As expected, my younger sister didn't lie to him. The thing I applied to him yesterday really worked wonders.
If Sang Yu knew this, she would laugh at him for being so ignorant.
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