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He Fan shrank his head and followed his parents to quickly pack up the plant ashes.
The ash turned into rice straw is a good natural fertilizer. I brought seven or eight sacks from home. My mother held the mouth of the bag while He Fan and his father each shoveled the ash. Put shovelfuls into sacks.
After working hard for a while, he finally finished loading all the plant ashes. Eight sacks were filled, leaving He Fan and his family covered in plant ashes.
The next step is to transport all the plant ash to the orchard on the mountain.
Spreading fertilizer is also a technical job. In fact, the truth is very simple. It is a balance. Spread less fertilizer near fruit trees that are growing well, and sprinkle more fertilizer near fruit trees that are not growing well.
But now these fruit trees are just saplings, and how to judge whether they are growing well or not is another problem
" He Fan couldn't figure it out anyway, so his parents had to intervene.
These fruit trees are irrigated with spiritual water drawn from the mountains, so there is no way they will grow too badly.
After He Weihai looked around, he was also amazed:
"Why are these seedlings growing so well this year? All the ones that should sprout have sprouted. Is it possible that our land has finally become fatter after growing it for so many years?"
After the orchard land was first opened up, although it could be used to grow fruit trees, it was only poor soil. The He Weihai couple did not know how much effort they put into composting the land, but there has been no progress over the years.
At first glance today, the growth of these fruit saplings is quite gratifying, not at all like in previous years.
He Weihai really thought that the fertilizer he had piled up over the years had taken effect, and now he was even more enthusiastic about spreading plant ashes.
It took a whole morning to finish it, and the whole family was covered in plant ash.
The plant ash was everywhere, even in my nostrils and ears. When I got home, I took a good shower and changed my clothes to feel refreshed.
They spent the whole morning burning the fields and spreading plant ash, but plant ash alone was not enough fertilizer. In the afternoon, He Fan was ordered by his parents to go to the back hill to gather grass.
The forest on the back mountain is deep and dense, and there are many shrubs. The ground is full of fallen leaves, weeds and other humus. He Fan carried the rake he used to dry the rice up the back mountain. He used the rake to rub the ground and there was a lot of it. hay.
Since we are on the mountain, how can we not bring this piece of rhubarb with us?
While He Fan was raking the grass, he sent this guy out to hunt. Maybe he could have a meal or something in the evening.
The rake made a clattering sound among the weeds on the ground, and soon a basket was filled. He Fan brought several baskets up the mountain, and when the hay was almost filled, the rhubarb guy also came back.
But He Fan was so angry that he died!
Not to mention that the prey was not caught, this dog had eaten some wild fruit, and its lips were all very black. It was a yellow native dog, but it had a pair of black muzzles, and it looked like How funny! How funny!
Needless to say, this bitch must have found some wild fruit on the way and forgot all about hunting.
He Fan was too lazy to scold this bitch. He picked up two baskets of dry grass and dead leaves on a pole and walked down the mountain.
Just like this, they were transported to the orchard in a big basket, and then they used a hoe to carefully dig up the soil around the roots of the fruit saplings, and then buried the hay in it.
The dead branches and leaves of these humus layers rot and naturally decompose in the soil, and become nutrients for fruit tree seedlings, which can be regarded as fixed-point fertilization.
He Fan really didn¡¯t know that planting a fruit tree was so troublesome before. There are so many ways to apply fertilizer alone
If he wants to think for himself, what else can he pile on? He has his own spiritual rain, and scattering it casually is more effective than anything else. But he doesn¡¯t dare to disobey his parents¡¯ orders!
After finally finishing the work, He Fan returned to his yard and sat down on the ground to rest.
Suddenly, I heard a cry of sales in the distance:
"Selling sugar, selling sugar, there are people who are making rice candies and sesame chips, come and buy sugar! There is also maltose, scrap copper and scrap iron for maltose!"
Hearing the cries immediately brought back memories of He Fan's childhood.
This kind of candy seller who walked the streets and alleys was his favorite and most anticipated person in his childhood!
At the seller¡¯s place, you can exchange for a piece of maltose, whether it¡¯s scrap copper or iron, aluminum cans or other waste products.
When He Fan was a child, on his way home from school, he would pay special attention to the things on the roadside.There are no cans, just for maltose.
It¡¯s a pity that the harvest is very little every time. After all, there are many children with the same goal as him.
"He Fan, go buy ten pounds of cane sugar and come back!"
Mom also heard the shouting in the kitchen and shouted to He Fan.
He Fan was stunned after hearing this and asked:
"Are you going to make rice candies at home?"
"You go quickly. When the salesman leaves, there will be no rice candies to eat this year!"
He Fan slapped his head and jumped up from the ground.
This candy seller doesn¡¯t appear every day. Whenever he shows up, doesn¡¯t he just want to make rice candies? It's already October in the golden autumn. The rice harvest has been finished, and it's time to eat rice candies.
This rice candy is just a name in rural areas, but it is actually a kind of pastry. The main raw materials are several common cereals in rural areas.
Rice, sesame, peanuts stir them with sucrose after frying them, stir them together, cut them into slices, which are sesame slices. They can be directly kneaded into a fruit shape with your hands, which is called rice candy.
Hearing the salesman¡¯s cries getting farther and farther away, He Fan quickly ran to the kitchen, grabbed a cylindrical pot and chased after him, shouting several times:
"Candy buyers, wait!"
He Fan has suspected since he was a child that these salesmen walking in the streets all have extraordinary ears. As long as he is still in your sight, no matter where you shout, he can hear you and stop, and then wait for you there. Buy candy.
"No," He Fan shouted, and the salesman riding a tricycle in the distance immediately stopped the car and stopped there, waiting for He Fan.
He Fan took three steps and two steps at a time to catch up. He could smell the sweet aroma of sucrose and maltose from a distance.
All the equipment of this salesman is on the tricycle. There is a large aluminum bucket and a load next to it. He Fan is very familiar with this load, and the maltose is in this load.
There are also some cans and scrap metal scattered nearby, probably used by others along the way to mix maltose.
"These things are sold at the scrap collection station. Their value is much higher than maltose, but everyone can get what they need.
¡°Young man, are you buying candy? I make all this candy at home, not from a processing factory like outside. You can rest assured that it will still be sweet when you eat it!¡±
"Master, give me ten pounds of sucrose!"
"Okay, please wait a moment!"
The salesman skillfully opened the lid of the aluminum vat, revealing the liquid sucrose inside, which looked similar to honey and was in the shape of amber, but the color was darker. When picked with a spoon, the consistency was just right.
This kind of liquid sucrose is specially used to make rice candies.
Putting the sugar that He Fan asked for into the pot that came with him, he knew it was a master chef at first glance. He even put the pot with the sugar on the scale, weighing a little over ten kilograms.
"Young man, please bring ten pounds of sucrose."
When paying, He Fan missed the taste of his childhood a little, and said after discussion: "Master, you see, my pot also has some weight. Look, how about giving me some maltose?"
The salesman smiled and said, "You are really smart, young man. Okay, I'll spare you a piece of maltose!"
After saying that, he took out a set of tools from one end of the burden.
A small hammer and a small chisel, both shiny and slippery on the outside. They are almost worn out. They look like old things at first glance.
He Fan estimated that if you licked the small chisel, it would be sweet, and the chisel would have carved out countless pieces of maltose.
The salesman lifted the cloth at the other end of the load, revealing the square maltose inside.
Holding the chisel in the left hand and the hammer in the right hand, after finding the correct position, he knocked three times in a row, and a small piece of maltose was peeled off.
The salesman packed it in a bag and handed it to He Fan with a smile.
He Fan was also satisfied and directly stuffed the piece of maltose into his mouth.
"It still smells familiar!"
Then, he walked home carrying a pot filled with ten pounds of sucrose.
The whole piece of maltose melted in my mouth. Although the taste was still the same, there was no longer that simple happiness.
And this maltose is delicious, but it is not good at all. It is too sticky to the teeth and has to be removed by hand.
After bringing the candy into the kitchen, my mother opened the lid and took a look, and also praised:
"Good sugar, perfect for making rice candies!"
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