I am a primitive

Just like ground beans, they need to be filtered.

However, with the experience of grinding tofu, it is not difficult for Han Cheng to do such a thing.

As the stone mill turned round and round, a large basin of crushed fruit was ground, and a jar and a half of fruit juice appeared on the ground.

Han Cheng found a sling made of linen and sticks for grinding tofu, washed it with water, and hung it on a horizontal bar not far away.

Find a clean basin and put it under it again, pour the fruit juice in the jar into it, then hold one side of the two crossed sticks in the sling with both hands, and shake them up and down one after the other.

Following Han Cheng's movements, the juice of these fruits turned into a line, flowing down from the lowest part of the sling.

In the end, all that's left in the sling is the ground up pulp.

To make the fruit juice sweeter, besides adding sugar to it to increase the sugar content, another way is to reduce the water in the fruit juice.

It is easy to reduce the water content. You only need to pour the juice into a clay pot and cook it vigorously. This is very similar to boiling salt in the tribe.

The hand drill whirred, and it didn't take long for flames to rise.

As the flame continued to burn, the juice in the big jar began to boil, and puffs of white gas came out.

As the water continues to evaporate, the juice in the clay pot also shows signs of thickening, and at the same time emits some sweetness.

Today is the second day of the tribe's three-day long holiday, and the people in the tribe are relatively leisurely. Many people came to watch after seeing God Son Han tinkering with things here.

Those who peeled the fruit for canning couldn't help it anymore, put down their work, and joined the ranks of onlookers when they came here.

Smelling the rich fruity sweet smell in the air, and looking at the viscous and bubbling fruit juice in the jar, many people around can't help but start to lick it. Mouth!

"Remove more than half of the firewood below, and make the fire smaller!"

Han Cheng gave orders to the fire burner who was squatting there, and kept stirring the pot vigorously with the long-handled wooden spoon in his hand.

Han Cheng had never done anything like boiling sugar with fruit juice, but when he was a child, he used the white granulated sugar that he weighed at home to cook syrup.

When doing such a thing, the fire must be low and the stirring must be rapid, otherwise the viscous syrup will soon become mushy, and it will taste bitter, not to mention a sticky taste.

At this time, with the continuous evaporation of water, the juice in the clay pot became thicker and thicker, and it looked a bit similar to the syrup he had boiled back then. Han Cheng gave such an order based on his childhood experience, otherwise, the syrup would What a pity that it was about to be completed, but it was destroyed here in the end!

Hearing this, the fire burner immediately acted according to Han Cheng's instructions, and when he saw that the charcoal fire below was very prosperous, he shoveled some sand with a copper shovel and pressed it into the fire pit.

Han Cheng stirred it for a while, seeing that the fruit juice became more and more viscous, and the sweetness exuded became more and more intense, so he asked someone to bring some clean earthenware bowls over.

And he scooped up the fruit syrup in the jar with a wooden spoon and scooped it into the bowl.

The bright yellow syrup slowly slid into the pottery bowl, drawing a bright and attractive silk thread in the air.

"Gudong!"

"Gudong!"

The people around were consciously quiet at this time, smelling the rich sweetness in the air and looking at the extremely tempting syrup in front of them, many of them subconsciously began to swallow.

Because this stuff looks so delicious!

Cooking pure fruit juice consumes a lot of sugar, and the temperature difference between day and night where the Qingque tribe is located is far from the level of wearing fur in the morning and wearing gauze in the afternoon, and eating watermelon around the stove, which is not conducive to the accumulation of fruit sugar, so the sugar content is high. Not too high.

This is also the case, a large bowl of fruit, the boiled syrup is only two and a half bowls, and it is still a small bowl.

After waiting like this for a while, the syrup in the bowl has solidified into a block, a little translucent, and looks pretty good.

Han Cheng found a relatively thin copper knife, and pried it around the edge of the bowl a few times, and the big sugar cube in the bowl was lifted up.

Under everyone's anxious gaze, Han Cheng knocked off a small piece from the top with the back of the copper knife and put it into his mouth.

"Gudong!"

"Gudong!"

As Han Cheng put the candy into his mouth, there was a burst of swallowing sound, even Wu was no exception.

The freshly brewed fruit candy entered the mouth, and a sweet taste spread in the mouth immediately, and it also carried the taste of red fruit that Han Cheng called it.

Not as sweet as honey, but it surpasses the juice of canned fruit.

Overall, the taste is not bad.

Han Cheng carefully tasted the fruit candy he cooked with his own hands, with a smile on his face and a slight nod from time to time to express his satisfaction with his craftsmanship.

When Han Cheng recovered from the joy of successfully making fruit candy, he found that all the people around him were looking at his mouth and swallowing.

This situation made Han Cheng a little flustered.

It's fine for the female primitive to look at her mouth and swallow her saliva, but what's the matter with you unshaven old men?

Han Cheng knocked off two more pieces with the back of the knife, and gave one to Wu and the other to the senior brother.

The two took it, held it in their hands and looked at it carefully, then put it into their mouths with some reluctance.

After entering the fruit candy, Wu's eyes widened immediately, and there was a faint light in the cloudy eyes.

Eldest brother's reaction was the opposite of Wu's, his eyes narrowed instead, but there was an expression of joy and enjoyment between his brows and eyes.

Look at Wu and Eldest Brother who only care about eating sweets, and don't even care about talking, and look at the greedy state of these people around, Han Cheng, who is eating a piece of fruit candy, sniffs slightly.

Well, don't think about leaving the sugar that has just been boiled out.

At that moment, someone brought over a clean clay basin without any water. Han Cheng took the piece of fruit candy and the copper knife in the other hand, and began to beat it with the back of the knife.

With Han Cheng's beating, the bowl-shaped sugar cubes began to shatter, and the yellowish sugar cubes fell into the clay pot below one after another, making a pleasant sound.

After knocking out a large piece of candy, Han Cheng didn't stop to distribute candy to everyone, but carefully pried out the other two bowls with the copper knife in his hand, and smashed them with the back of the copper knife.

With so many people, knocking on one piece is obviously not enough.

"Come on, eat candy, eat candy!"

Han Cheng put the copper knife aside, then held the crushed candy in the basin and said to everyone.

"Open your mouth, ah~"

Then he said this to a little girl who was closest to him with two braids, and opened his mouth wide while speaking.

The little girl followed Han Cheng's example and opened her mouth wide. Han Cheng picked up a piece of fruit candy and put it into the little girl's mouth.

"sweet!"

After taking the fruit candy that she had never eaten before, the little girl jumped up and down, and said happily while popping the top of the candy in her mouth.