Zongman: Randomly set up a stall with Binchotan charcoal

In the summer, while Xiao Binchotan was helping to watch the fire, he also printed a turntable.

It was the turntable with dragons, phoenixes, and the twelve zodiac signs when people usually choose sugar paintings.

Of course, young people have their own zodiac signs.

Dragon and phoenix are too vulgar, and they were also taboos in feudal ancient times. There is no need to cause trouble for yourself.

So he printed some Peppa Pig, evil smile dog head, angry birds... slanting smile emoticons and other patterns.

Speaking of which, sugar painting seems to be a provincial intangible cultural heritage. Don't laugh at his innovation. Just tell me whether it has been passed down.

Didn't you see that Xiao Binchotan's eyes were shining and he wanted to play a game first?

Little Wild Grass was also eager to try and was ready to take out the beer cap..

Inheritance must start from the interest of children from an early age.

"Brother~help me draw a lazy sheep pattern..." Xiao Binchotan said in her expectant tone.

"Okay, no problem. I'll draw you a lazy sheep when it's done." Xia Tian agreed with a smile. The shovel needs to be stirred differently at this time to prevent it from sticking to the pot and burning.

"Oh, brother, listen to me~ I want a pattern with a lazy sheep's hairstyle." Xiao Binchotan explained while shaking his head.

Xia Tian heard this and showed a hint of silence on his face.

Tantan is a good kid.

It's just that his weird aesthetics are intermittent.

The maltose in the big pot is almost cooked until it is golden and sticky with big bubbles.

Xia Tian immediately turned off the stove and picked up the water scoop and scooped it into the iron bucket one spoonful at a time.

I remember when I was a child, I also threw sweet potatoes into the pot to cook. The sweet potatoes cooked were very sweet, but it was a technical job. It was easy to overcook the sweet potatoes. If there were some sweet potato pieces left, the maltose would not be easy to sell.

Of course, with Xia Tian's skills, there is no problem. Let's cook sweet potatoes for the little ones tomorrow.

"Here, take this scoop and shovel. Be careful not to get them all over your clothes."

After scooping, Xia Tian smiled and gave the tools covered with maltose to Xiao Binchotan and Xiao Yecao. These two are the youngest, and the other sisters are embarrassed to snatch them from them.

"Wow, thank you brother~"

Xiao Binchotan was so happy holding the shovel. There was a lot of maltose left on the big shovel, and the rich aroma of sugar.

After blowing, the little guy took a bite of the shovel.

The burnt maltose was still crispy and sweet.

Xiao Yecao didn't touch the beer cap anymore. He held the scoop and bit from left to right along the edge.

"Hehe~ The freshly cooked sugar is delicious~"

After the preparations were completed, it was already noon. Xia Tian moved the maltose to the tricycle... No, the tricycle was now a two-wheeled cart, made of wood. The system also followed the local customs.

"Then the tour group is here, let's go!"

After crossing the Wanjie version of the Anywhere Door, what appeared in everyone's eyes was aThe ancient buildings, pavilions and towers are scattered in an orderly manner, and the streets are bustling.

The appearance of these buildings is simple and elegant, and every detail reveals the precipitation of history and cultural heritage. Whether it is the exquisiteness of carved beams and painted buildings, or the thickness of blue bricks and gray tiles, people can feel a sense of beauty that travels through time and space.

Compared with here, Kyoto, which is known for its historical heritage, is simply a joke.

The girls dispersed in groups of three or two, and each visited this new world.

Xia Tian was not worried about the girls at all. There was nothing in a martial arts world that could hurt everyone. With Xiao Binchotan, he pushed a two-wheeled cart and appeared on the most prosperous street.

It was noon at this time. On both sides of the street, the hawkers' calls came one after another, and pedestrians were endless. They stopped to appreciate or strolled leisurely, forming a vivid picture of market life.

There were other people selling grilled fish on the roadside, Botuo...

Seeing many people wearing colorful clothes on the street who looked rich, Xia Tian suddenly felt that it was not difficult to find a victim.

Find a good location, and without saying much, he started to set up the stall.

Pry a small ball of maltose from the bucket with a bamboo board and put it in a pan.

Heat it slowly over a low fire to make the maltose return to liquid.

While waiting, Xia Tian held the small Binchotan charcoal and introduced him to ancient buildings. If he didn't understand, there was a silly girl who did.

He was familiar with setting up a stall, but there were no customers so quickly at the beginning.

It was just right to educate the children.

The old uncle who sold noodles next door saw his exquisite cart, and a trace of confusion and inferiority flashed in his eyes.

Is setting up a stall so complicated? (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

If you set up a stall next to you, the old man's stall will be no different from a beggar.

What else is this selling? Don't understand?

The signboard was also novel, but he still couldn't read the words.

Of course, seeing that the two people were dressed in rich and noble clothes, the old man didn't dare to offend them and chase them away. He was afraid that they were young men from somewhere who came to experience life (this was not what he said, but this was what he meant).

With deep doubts and awe, the old man glanced at Xia Tian's stall from time to time.

Sure enough,

The passers-by had the same doubts and concerns as him. No one cared for a long time, and the old man was more certain of his guess and shook his head with sigh.

The stupid son of the landlord, he can't do business.

Huh? What's the smell?

As the small stove heated up, the maltose in the pan began to bubble again, exuding a charming sweetness.

The sweetness of the maltose was very obvious, and it could be blown away for a long time by a gust of wind.

The passers-by who were shopping on the street and the customers in the restaurants on both sides of the street could smell it without missing a thing.

Everyone who smelled the fragrance had the same question: What is this? It smells so good, I want to eat it.

On the second floor of a restaurant, a handsome white-haired man with insight recognized that it was the smell of yam, but it felt a little different. He remembered that yam didn't smell this good.

"Yam", small seal script"飴" is made by boiling rice malt. Maltose is the name of maltose in ancient times, or the sweet "饴"

Solid "飴" is also called "餳".

In the south, such as the Chu area during the Warring States Period, "飴" or "餳" was called "粻餭 (zhanghuang)", and also called "餔 (" or ".

"熬" refers to the method of "熬饴", but the tools at that time were far less convenient than modern ones, and the wheat varieties were not improved as in later generations, so the maltose at that time actually tasted bitter, as the saying goes, after all the bitterness comes the sweetness.

Wait... It seems wrong, there seems to be something else in this fragrance, feeling the inexplicable stirring and surging of qi and blood, Baimao Wei Zhuang opened his eyes wide.

The same doubts as Baimao Wei Zhuang are also Princess Honglian, she is Han Fei's biological sister.

What a fragrant maltose,

But this rich fragrance is not like it!

Just like the difference between the rice I cook and the rice made by my nanny, it is the same thing and not quite the same thing.

Honglian smelled the malt The smell of sugar made her turn around unconsciously when she was about to go to the city gate to pick up her brother.

Girls like to eat sweet things, and she has no resistance to this smell.

It's not a coincidence that her stinky brother comes back at this time. Even if it's a coincidence, her lovely sister is here to pick him up, so what's wrong with waiting a little longer.

Honglian found excuses for herself while sniffing her lovely nose and searching carefully.

Then she passed by Zilanxuan and saw Xiatian's maltose cart not far away.

Wow! []

That's it!

She didn't smell it wrong, it was the smell of maltose.

Someone was selling maltose on the street.

Princess Honglian's eyes lit up and she ran over excitedly.

With a gust of fragrant wind, she rushed to Xiatian's stall in a few steps.

"Shopkeeper, why does maltose take so long?"