Lin Yuan doesn't know how to boil sugar. He squeezes the juice out of the fruit first, then puts it into a pot and cooks it slowly. When the gudugudu becomes thick, turn off the heat and let the temperature cool down naturally. The result is more like honey. Sticky and sweet enough, but not lumpy like brown and white sugar.
This kind of syrup is not easy to carry and is not good for storage, but it is enough now that there is a lack of sugar.
Burnt charcoal was also put into use, but it couldn't forge steel, and the temperature wasn't enough.
All charcoal burners are disappointed. How to find coal is the top priority.
But the good news is that Yang Zian has found soil that can burn bricks, and the charcoal is just right for use. After smoldering in the brick kiln, the fired adobe is dark yellow. Although the size is not standardized, it can be used.
The new batch of people who have been bought in have been working in the fields for a while. Some of them are particularly weak. They go up the mountain to pick with the women. They adapt very well. To be precise, they should be very good.
It made the people who had followed Brother Dao and Yang Zian very puzzled.
Someone asked them: "Aren't you all afraid?"
Those people replied, "Why be afraid? Everything has an owner!"
The big deal is to be sold again, I just hope that if it is sold next time, it will be a good owner.
They haven't had enough food for a long, long time.
Now that I have whole grains to eat, even if it is just bean dregs cake, I am very happy to be able to fill my stomach.
"When we came here, everyone said that if we can't sell it, we can only be thrown away."
"When they were on the road, those people sold their daughters and sons as long as they had pots of beans."
"Even the old wife is sold. I saw one. His old wife was not bought, so he threw her in the market and never went back."
"When the old wife was taken away, she was still thinking about her man and her children."
Someone said with trepidation: "There are people beside us who are selling people's teeth, and there is a person inside, who killed several people with them."
"A lot of people do this, and the fewer people there are, the greater the chance of being bought."
Whoever listened to them got goosebumps.
"How good we are now." Someone in the newcomer sighed, "The owner said that there is more charcoal, and charcoal is burned in winter. There is less smoke, and it is more durable than firewood."
"And the clothes, I saw them, they were bulging and warm at first sight."
"Have a bed to sleep in! I've never slept in a bed a few times in my life!"
The crowd asked, "You don't usually sleep in bed, where do you sleep?"
The man smiled and said, "I used to watch the stables at the main house, and I slept there. In winter, I sleep under the belly of the horse, keeping it warm."
"Have you ever raised a horse?"
"That's amazing. I've seen high officials riding horses, and those wives and young ladies riding in carriages. I haven't even touched the horse's buttocks."
The man smiled proudly: "I can raise horses. I know what my horses like to eat. If a mare gives birth to a cub, I will also deliver."
"Then why are you still being sold?"
The man's expression became desolate: "The main family fled and threw me away."
"Then how did you fall into the hands of Renya?"
The man was beaming again: "I saw someone passing by and asked if it was a person, so I got in."
Everyone: "… "
Does that work
"You don't know, Renyazi doesn't accept people anymore." The man whispered, "It can't be sold now. The fields are full of people. If you have something to eat, just go with people. Who buys people?"
The man let out a sigh of relief: "If it weren't for the owner, we would definitely have to be driven into the wild."
"Where are the good times now?"
Those who came with him nodded wildly.
"I really hope that the owner will live a hundred years."
"Yes, the owner is a living Bodhisattva."
"I have a son in the future, and my son's son will work for the owner!"
These people have already arranged their children and grandchildren.
The construction of the city wall started quickly, and almost everyone began to mobilize. After the work in the fields was reduced, walls began to be built around Zhuangzi. The substitute for cement is a kind of soil mixture, which is firm after drying. It was just that the cement was not smooth, so Lin Yuan asked someone to come up with a cart, but it was made of wood. It was much heavier than the iron one, and it was not easy to push, but it was still more efficient than picking it up.
Sometimes it is pushed by people, sometimes it is pulled by cows and donkeys.
In the winter, the city wall was only one third of the base, but the speed was fast enough in the eyes of Brother Dao and the others.
On the day of the beginning of winter, Lin Yuan asked people to slaughter more than 20 bamboo rats. After stewing, everyone could get some meat. The bamboo rat meat was stewed with tofu and sauerkraut, and there was cabbage in it. There was enough oil and salt in it. In the eyes of the people in Zhuangzi, this is simply a meal that ordinary people can only have during the New Year.
On this day, Zhu Chongba found Lin Yuan.
Like Brother Dao and the others, he has to build the city wall now. He is young, and after eating enough to keep up, his body has become a lot stronger, his arms are as thick as Lin Yuan's thighs - Lin Yuan comforts himself that this body is only sixteen Years old, Zhu Chongba is almost twenty.
What's more, boys grow slowly in the first place, and they can jump up and down in their twenties.
"You want to find coal and iron?" Lin Yuan looked at Zhu Chongba in disbelief, "Do you know what's going on outside?"
If you go out to find it alone, what if you find it, how can you pull it back alone
Zhu Chongba said seriously: "I have discussed it with Brother Dao, Brother Dao will go with me, but I will take some people with me."
Lin Yuan thought about it for a while, but still didn't agree: "I want to think about it, we don't have weapons, what if you go out and encounter danger?"
He didn't want to hear the news of death again.
Even if this is Zhu Chongba, even if this is the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Lin Yuan doesn't think he will have any special aura.
After all, Zhu Chongba in history should have left for Huangjue Temple by now.
Zhu Chongba had obviously made up his mind. He said, "Even if we are in the village all the time, we still have no weapons. The city wall is just a barrier. If someone really wants to come in, we have no weapons, we are just a turtle in a urn."
Lin Yuan was silent, and after a while, he said hoarsely, "I know."
He clearly knows this, but he also clearly knows that there is an 80% chance that someone will go out to die.
Lin Yuan pondered for almost half an hour, and then said with difficulty: "Go, you and Brother Dao will look at the selection, don't hold back, and run away when you are in danger."
Zhu Chongba smiled, revealing his big white teeth, taking advantage of his darker skin: "I know."
They are not soldiers, nor do they go out to fight. As long as they can save their lives, they must save their lives as much as possible.
Lin Yuan said, "I will give you both the money and food. You must come back safely."
Zhu Chongba: "Dongjia, he is really a living Bodhisattva."
Lin Yuan jumped up and knocked on Zhu Chongba's head: "Have you seen such a young Bodhisattva?"
Zhu Chongba laughed loudly, but he forgot that the owner was not even the weakest, he was younger than himself.
Although the person is small, the heart is not small.