Taoyuan Mountain Village

Chapter 634: The Lost Craft: Roast Duck in Rice Sugar

The second girl's snack pack fell, and she was sad, but Taotao burst into laughter after giving her a big lollipop.

The remaining population of Huangyashan is less than one hundred, and there are more than 60 elderly people, and the rest are old, weak, sick and disabled. The former villagers of Huangyashan survived by boiled sugar, and the villagers who used to change sugar from chicken feathers were generally Huangya Village Villagers.

But with the development of the times, sugar-boiling has become a thing of the past, and without any income, no one wants to stay in Huangyashan at all.

When Jiang Xiaoye was very young, he had seen shopkeepers carrying various goods. These people were all villagers from Huangyashan.

"This is Huangya Village. It is said that the people here used to be shopkeepers. They travelled north and south to trade things from different places to earn their profits. Do you know what they used to make their fortune? They have two of the most powerful crafts, one is Boiled sugar, one is the sugar duck. The sugar duck is unique to Huangyashan. The real source and the boiled sugar are the source and the boiled sugar. Wait for me to find an old man to interview you!"

After Zhao Wuliu came back, he immediately ran to the village head of Huangyashan.

He knows about Huangya Village Binjiang Xiaoye.

The old village chief of Huangyashan, who was holding the rope, saw Zhao Wuliu break through, and was taken aback for a while, and then said: "Isn't you the kid who stole ducks before? Is it you? I remember you are the traitor. "

The old village chief of Huang Yashan made Zhao Wuliu's whole person bad in an instant.

"Grass, old man, you can eat and talk nonsense, it's time for me to steal ducks from you? And, who is the traitor? I'm a middle point. I have tens of millions of fans, you Can’t you say that, don’t you? In a society under the rule of law, you old man is very bad for evidence. I won’t talk to you anymore.”

Zhao Wuliu's guilty conscience is no longer good, he has indeed come to steal before, and many times.

"Can I still admit my mistake?"

The old village head of Huangyashan looked at Zhao Wuliu carefully.

"Take a closer look, Yushu Linfeng is suave and suave. I am missing your duck for tens of millions of fans? Don't hurt my reputation, do you know?" Zhao Wuliu adjusted his clothes and shook his head.

"Is the sugar duck in our village delicious?"

"It's delicious...don't you know if it's not good? What are you asking me for?"

The live broadcast room burst into laughter.

"Mom Zhao Wuliu really came to steal a duck, otherwise it would be impossible to be so familiar, hahahaha!"

"This smelly rascal, hahahahahaha!"

"I'm so ridiculous, what does Zhao Wuliu want to do? He was taken in by the old man, hahahaha, silly?"

"Jiang is still hot, poor Zhao Wuliu, tut!"

"Laughing, Zhao Wuliu, are you funny? It's true that you have done anything bad, hahaha!"

"What is sugar duck? What is boiled sugar?"

"I've heard of the shopkeeper, but I haven't seen it before. I thought there were only shopkeepers in ancient times. There are really shopkeepers now?"

"There is a shopkeeper. When I was a child, there was a shopkeeper who came to my house to collect braids. My sister's big braids gave me a rattle and a small mirror. That mirror is still at home."

"When I was a kid, I exchanged sugar with the shopkeeper!"

...

The shopkeeper almost heard that even people in their thirties now have few who have seen the shopkeeper. When he was a child, it was possible to see it in the village, but it would be impossible to see it in the city.

"Don't say it's useless, let me introduce to my fans about your sweets. It's a thousand dollars. Can we not mention the duck?"

Zhao Wuliu knows that everything is versatile now, and he escapes a thousand dollars in his pocket. He still has the habit of playing cards, so he has several thousand dollars in cash.

One thousand yuan was handed over, and the old village head of Huangya Village was taken aback.

Then he glared and said: "I said it was you, but who else could be besides you? I finally got the child back and made two sweet ducks. You were all taken away, and the village was lost several times, and it was you. Do it!"

\"Do you want money? You don't want me to find someone else! \" Zhao Wuliu can't stand it anymore, stingy, look at the people in Yushan Village. Didn't anyone's chickens and ducks ever let themselves be harmed?

Isn't it just a few ducks?

"Yes!" The old village head of Huangyashan took the money and squeezed: "You pay for the ducks, what did you ask me to do about the sugar boil? The village seldom boils now."

Boiled sugar has become obsolete, and gradually no one is boiled.

"Talk, talk carefully."

Zhao Wuliu sat down on the rock.

"Just talk about it, boil sugar, it's the craft left by the older generation. When I was young, my favorite activity was boil sugar. At that time, no matter how poor people in Huangyashan were, they would boil sugar. It's not citrus sugar, nor granulated sugar, but rice sugar for the New Year!"

The old village chief also sat down and said meaningfully: "It was really good at that time. When I was young, as long as I saw an extra washbasin on the stove at home with something heavy on it, I would go and uncover it. Reach out and dip a bit and taste it."

"Gummy candy!"

Er Niu and Tao Tao came over naturally when they heard the food, and the Er Niu immediately followed.

"Almost, in the past there were sugar makers in the village, and later nougat. These were all for making money and making a living, but at that time they were regarded as speculation. People came to confiscate the merchandiser’s things at every turn. It’s difficult, there’s no land, and breeding is no good. Many of the craftsmanship left by the ancestors are gone. Er Niu, be careful next time. You can see how scary you are doing this?"

The old village chief of Huangyashan said that he was sad, after all, they are really too bitter here.

Seeing Er Niu tossing again, immediately yelled.

"The sugar ducks here are delicious." Zhao Wuliu couldn't help but said, "Are you making sugar ducks? Sell me some!"

"You want to eat and I will cook it for you. This time you saved Er Niu. Of course, thank you very much. There are still some ducks raised in the village. It is okay to ask you to eat some ducks."

If something happens to the second girl, it will be uncomfortable.

The old village chief stood up and said, "The big guy will follow me to the village. I will make sugar ducks for the big guy!"

Sugar duck!

Sugar duck is also called rice sugar roast duck, a craft left by the elderly. Rice sugar roast duck uses herbs and rice sugar to make a soup, soaks it for a long time, and then starts roasting. It is painted while roasting. The color is bright and the fragrance is rich.

Jiang Xiaoye had heard of it before, but he had never eaten it at all. Dahan told him many times that the rice sugar roast duck was delicious.

"Old irons, take you to see a lost duck. I promise to make you gluttonous. I have eaten a few...cough cough, that one is very delicious anyway!"

Zhao Wuliu remembered that he hadn't admitted that he had eaten someone's duck, so he didn't dare to blow it down.