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In the afternoon.

The uncle selling sorghum came pulling a large cart of sugarcane stalks.

Aman led the way.

The uncle was still shocked when he saw Xu Wenyan's residence.

He was one of the first people from the Central Plains to grow vegetables in Lan County. He originally thought that he had grown enough and good vegetables, but then he saw Xu Wenyan's large vegetable field.

After all, the big witch meets the small witch.

"Uncle, why is there only one car?"

Xu Wenyan walked over here rubbing his hands. He had been kneading dough for the whole morning and his hands were covered with flour.

"Even if I bring ten more carts, I still can't pull all the five acres of land. I only have one horse-drawn carriage at home, and it's hard for me to pull it."

"Haha, that's right, I was negligent. I'll send someone to go back with you later."

The truckload of sorghum stalks was unloaded very quickly.

The uncle selling sorghum looked at Xu Wenyan's vegetables and sighed: "Young man, can you grow onions, ginger and garlic here?"

"Well, but you can see that they are all planted by the river, and I applied a lot of fertilizer to my land, so this second crop is growing so well."

"Oh...yeah, can you sell me some seeds? I see you have melons here."

After all, Xu Wenyan had taken the sorghum seeds from this uncle, so it would be no harm to sell some. Moreover, the waterway connecting to the border would be opened soon, so it would just take a little longer to get the seeds.

Anyway, Xu Wenyan has left a lot of seeds, so he doesn't have to worry about not having any to plant when the time comes.

"It's OK, but you should know that these seeds are not cheap here."

The uncle nodded happily: "No problem, I'll grow some for myself."

If you want to grow it successfully here, you have to take good care of it. My uncle is so busy growing sorghum at home that he really doesn't have the energy.

After exchanging the seeds, Xu Wenyan asked Xiaohu to bring Fu Jian's men along. There were eight horse-drawn carriages in total, and they had to transport all the seeds even if they had to travel at night.

Xu Wenyan wanted to make sugar, but if he left it for too long the sugar would evaporate and it would not be worth it.

After the convoy left, Xu Wenyan had to start preparing to make candy.

If there is glutinous rice here, the sugar yield of malt will be relatively high and it will grow faster.

At the beginning in Jixiang Village, Xu Wenyan did not dare to make sugar. Making sugar privately was a capital crime punishable by the death of nine generations of the clan.

But it’s different here, Xu Wenyan doesn’t have so many concerns.

"Brother Chen, set up two big pots in the yard."

This big iron pot, with a diameter of two or three meters, was also specially made by several blacksmiths brought back by Huo Min.

Ordinary people cannot use such a big pot.

The leaves on the sorghum stalks have to be removed, and the outer shell on the surface of the stalks has to be cleaned off, which is obviously a tiring job.

But what Xu Wenyan lacks least now is people.

There was a large cart of sorghum stalks, with two or three stalks for each person, and it took less than a quarter of an hour to peel them all.

Without a crusher, you can only chop the sorghum into pieces manually with a knife, and the finer the better.

That is to say, there are a lot of people now, but Xu Wenyan still has to study this crusher later and return it to you in the future when it is useful.

Add a little water to the crushed residue and boil it in a large pot.

After boiling for an hour, remove the residue from the pot and filter it with gauze.

The filtered light green juice already has a sweet taste. The next step is to continue boiling the juice, and this time it will take several hours.

We have to arrange for people to take turns to watch over it tonight.

It was probably done around midnight.

As soon as the juice was put into the pot, the convoy came back and Xu Wenyan greeted them from a distance.

Although making sorghum sugar is not a technical job, most people nowadays don’t know how to do it.

"Here, young man."

The uncle handed a pot of wine to Xu Wenyan: "I brewed this myself, it's pretty good."

"Haha, thank you then."

Rong Xiaoliu went into the house to get a jar and poured the wine into his own jar.

After unloading the cargo, the team continued on their way.

The remaining sorghum stalks were then ground and steamed, and the pots at home were never idle.

As soon as the convoy left, Xu Wenyan heard a "bleating" sound coming from not far away.

Uncle Mulati was driving more than twenty sheep and seven or eight cows slowly towards this side.

"Uncle Murati."

Luo Sanyue waved to Mulati, and Mulati smiled and waved back.

"That's all we can sell. The rest are lambs."

"Well, thank you, Uncle Mulla."

Murati waved his hand and said, "You gave me the money, it's not for free, I should give it to you."

"How about it? Do you want me to help you slaughter the sheep?"

Xu Wenyan nodded. Although Chen Sanlin was a good killer, his efficiency would be too slow if he was alone.

Luo Sanyuan and several other men also helped.

"Uncle Mulla, please stay here today. It will be dark soon."

Murati did not refuse, and followed Chen Sanlin to the other side of the river with a razor to kill.

A few little ones also followed to see what was new.

The screams of cattle and sheep continued for several hours.

Because many people came today, Xu Wenyan made mutton soup. The mutton and beef bones that were removed were not easy to store, so he just finished them all today.

There are nearly three hundred people, most of them are men, and this amount of bones is really not enough.

The staple food is the noodles pulled by Xu Wenyan. When the mutton soup is almost cooked, put them in and take them out together.

Even though these men are big and strong, they are very obedient when eating and line up obediently.

After finishing the meal, I washed the dishes consciously because the next one would be using them.

There was no other way. Xu Wenyan’s family only had these bowls, so everyone had to take turns eating.

Tonight, the village of Kare is filled with the aroma of meat and sugar, as well as the sounds of lively conversation.