It happened to be Saturday. A bunch of tourists came to Songjiabao to play. When they saw fresh brown sugar, they wanted to buy it, but they were sent away by Tianshui's father. Just kidding, just the day before he wanted to cook brown sugar, the villagers came over dozens of kilograms and ordered dozens of kilograms. He didn't know if the prepared brown sugar was enough for everyone to share, so how could they sell it to these people who were not familiar with each other again.

The cost of using milk to make sugar is very high, so you can eat it yourself. If you want to sell it, it is probably either a loss or no one wants to buy it.

You should know that one pound of milk costs two yuan. Bamboo cane is now sold wholesale about 500 cents, and seven or eight pounds of bamboo cane can produce one pound of sugar. Calculate that the final brown sugar cost at least more than five yuan per pound. It has not been included in the manual process, and the bulk brown sugar on the market is only about 300 cents. If the factory were to make it, it would have gone bankrupt long ago.

However, the people's eyes are sharp and they know what is good and what is bad. Although brown sugar made of milk is a little more expensive, every year whenever someone in the village makes brown sugar, everyone will buy some and save it. It is not that the people in the village who even specially invite the villagers to buy it early in order to eat brown sugar made of milk in the village. Unfortunately, there are not many people making brown sugar in the village all year round, so it is destined to be inequality.

There are fewer and fewer people making brown sugar in the village. The main reason is that the brown sugar made cannot make a lot of money and is exhausted, so no one is willing to make it by themselves. Therefore, the brown sugar made from milk in the village seems very precious every year.

Knowing that making sugar is tiring, Tian Shui's family is not stingy. When they have lunch, they are fish, ducks and chickens, which are very rich.

After dinner, they continued to make candy. It was almost evening when they were making all the juices from bamboo cane into brown sugar. Song Hu and Song Wen were so tired that they were like puppies, and they almost fell down. The two of them had dinner and had a meal. After they had enough wine, they patted their butts and left. When they left, Tian Shui gave them two boxes of 20 kilograms of brick candy, which slightly made up for their almost exhausted hearts.

When he arrived at the noodle shop, Song Wen didn't stop for much. He picked up the motorcycle and rushed home. Halfway through, he felt that carrying two boxes of brick candy was too cumbersome, so he put them in Ruyi Fan.

It was already dark, and the bamboo forests on both sides of the mountain road were rustling by the mountain wind.

The weather suddenly became cold these two days. At night, there was no sound of birds singing, only the sound of whimpering wind, which sounded very terrifying.

Song Wen rode a motorcycle on the mountain road. He felt a little scared when he listened to the sound of the wind passing by his ears. He quickly rushed to the accelerator and moved forward quickly. He was wondering whether he wanted to install a street light on this mountain road. Unfortunately, he only had tens of thousands of yuan in his pocket, and he was almost pauper, so he had no money to buy street lights.

The car was fast, and after a while he arrived at the stream in front of his doorstep. He didn't park his car in the parking lot, and drove past the flat boulder on a motorcycle.

I don’t know if it was the rushing stream or if I drank some wine and was a little drunk, the car shook slightly, the wheels slipped suddenly, and with a "bang", the whole person poured into the stream.

As soon as the motorcycle fell, Song Wen immediately reacted and hurriedly supported it with his feet. Unexpectedly, the rock surface in the stream was too smooth and unstable. His whole body was poured into the water, and he was suddenly wet, like a chicken falling from the ground.

The stream was cold and cold, and it was transmitted to the skin. Song Wen couldn't help but shivered, quickly got up, and walked home with a motorcycle.

The new village at the foot of the mountain also fed some chickens and ducks and planted some vegetables. Chen Xiuhui was worried about everything at home, so she went back with her daughter-in-law and grandson after dinner. After his second uncle woke up, he left after dinner, and only his father was left in the house. After digging bamboo shoots, Song Yuanshui was going to go back to the new village, but the big buffalo in Song Wen's backyard was about to give birth, so he had to help his younger son watch it, so he stayed.

Song Yuanshui was watching TV in the room. When he saw his son pushing the motorcycle in, he couldn't help but frown and asked, "What's wrong? I'm covered in water?"

"I slipped accidentally when I came here."

"The stones in the stream are slippery. Don't ride a bike to pass through it in the future. Go and change your clothes so that you won't catch a cold. Last time your mother brought some brown sugar and put it in the kitchen. You can cut a few slices of ginger later, make some ginger tea to drink it, and drive away the cold."

"oh."

Song Wen responded, parked the motorcycle, and hurriedly walked towards the room.

What young people don’t like most is nagging others, even if they know they are wrong.

When he returned to the house and took off his wet clothes, he wanted to run to the warm pool of Ruyi Fan to take a bath, but suddenly he remembered that he seemed to be drinking water from the pool. If that was the case, wouldn't he have drunk his own bath water? Are you wrong? Thinking of it, he immediately extinguished the idea of ​​taking a bath in Ruyi Fan's pool.

Perhaps, the greatest pain in life is not that he has the buns to eat, you don’t have it; he has the red rabbit, you don’t have it; he has the wife to hold it, you don’t have it, but that there is a pool of hot spring water in front of you, but you can’t jump down and take a shower.

Although a water heater is installed at home, the weather is getting colder, and you can feel a faint chill even if you take a bath in the hot water in the bathroom. And it feels dull when taking a bath in the bathroom, so Song Wen doesn't want to take a bath at home. However, he can only stay alive now. While washing, he still feels refreshed in the pool in Ruyi Fan. It is warm and the water is warm, just like a hot spring, but it does not have the sulfur smell of the hot spring. Instead, it has a fresh atmosphere and the water also has a refreshing sweetness.

After taking a shower, he brewed a cup of ginger tea as his father said, and then went to the field where sweet potatoes were grown in Ruyi Fan to take a look.

He was surprised to find that the sweet potatoes planted last night had already grown seedlings, and he couldn't help but wonder. It would take several days to grow after planting them. Unexpectedly, they would grow in one day. It was really strange. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of it, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He put the puppy and the little hedgehog into the Ruyi fan, and then lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Today, I kept stirring in the big pot with a long spoon all day. I was so tired that I fell asleep in a short while.

When I woke up, it was already midday. Thinking of what I had to do today, Song Wen quickly got up.

I took a spoon for a day yesterday, but my arms were a little sore today. It seems that my peaceful life has been too long, so I have to practice hard in the future.

After putting on his clothes and washing them, he came outside. His father was gone and he didn't know where he went, but the rice was cooked for him.

After dinner, he rode his motorcycle out, but he didn't dare to pass the stones in the stream, but went over the wooden bridge spanning the stream, probably because he was a little scared.

The mountain road is quiet and the bamboo shadows are swaying. It feels completely different from the strangeness last night. I don’t know if it is because of the daytime.

Riding on the mountain road while riding a motorcycle, Song Wen suddenly felt that the motorcycle was a little weird, and the rear wheel seemed to be a little swaying. It seemed that it broke yesterday, so I had to find someone to take a look.

If I had known that this motorcycle was so easy to fall, I should have bought a four-wheeled motorcycle. Unfortunately, a good four-wheeled motorcycle costs tens of thousands of dollars, and the cheap ones are not good. I am short of money and can only think about it. It is really a hero who can't kill a penny. He doesn't have the shame to ask his parents for money. It seems that he has to find a way to make money.

Song Wen thought, while driving a motorcycle to the bottom of the mountain.

Suddenly, I saw a few tourists coming from the bottom of the mountain, but I didn’t recognize them. I looked so stupid. I probably came here for a trip. It seemed that I had to build a door at the bottom of the mountain in the future, so as not to see these people that they would be fun here. One thing spreads from ten to ten, and a hundred crazes came, and they could not be quiet.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, Song Wen found someone to check out the motorcycle. When he found that it was fine, he ran to buy more than a dozen squirrel cages, went to the market to buy some vegetables, and rushed back.

The motorcycle was still a little bit, and he couldn't help but curse the motorcycle repairer. It was obvious that the motorcycle repair was not good enough, and he actually said it was okay. If something happened, he would have to settle the score with that guy.

When he got home, his father had already come back and was weaving a basket with a hatchet blade.

Someone at the foot of the mountain specially collected bamboo baskets, which were used to pack tea and vegetables for people. When his father was fine, he cut bamboo weaving to make some small money.

Song Wen stopped the motorcycle, greeted his father, and then carried a hoe, a machete, a saw and a squirrel cage to go up the mountain together.

Today he is going to catch bamboo rats and wild boars in the bamboo forest. If he doesn't catch them, the bamboo forest will be almost harmed by these things.

Song Yuanshui had also been to catch him before, but unfortunately he didn't catch him. When he saw his son going to catch him, he didn't care about him. Anyway, young people have the strength.

Hunting in the mountains may be a technical job, but catching bamboo rats is relatively simple.

Just put the purchased rat cage not far from the entrance of the bamboo rat cave and hang the bait. Bamboo rats like to eat bamboo underground stems, bamboo shoots, and other plants' tender leaves and rhizomes. Song Wen went to his preference and dug a few crisp and tender bamboo shoots from the bamboo forest to make bait.

After putting the rat cage, he carried a hoe, a saw and a machete to find the path for the wild boar to walk.

Each animal has its own path to walk, and it is not difficult to find it as long as you are careful. Song Wen looked carefully in the forest and finally found a path that wild boars often walked, so he dug a trap on the side of the road.

The wild boar would jump if it was anxious, and it would be several meters high when it jumped, so Song Wen dug a hole five meters deep to prevent the wild boar from falling into the trap and jumping out. After digging the trap, he did not dare to place the mechanism inside, but just shoveled the hole wall smoothly so that the wild boar could not jump out with the force, for fear that someone would accidentally fall down and get into trouble.

After digging the trap, he cut some tender bamboo branches to cover the hole, and then spread some fallen leaves on it, making it as usual, without any flaws. Finally, he put some tender green bamboo shoots on it, and the trap was completed.

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