Chapter 232 Fatty's Craftsman

The pot was cleaned and a few pieces of wood were filled with under the stove. It was tepid. Tang Fengshan first got a bowl of water into the pot, then poured the sugar into the pot and stirred it quickly with the bottom of the spoon.

The fat man looked familiar: Isn’t this just hanging pulp? I’ve made the hanging pulp for Qiqi and the others in a few days.

I thought again, yes, isn’t the candied haws just hanging a layer of syrup outside the hawthorn, so I felt relieved.

The sugar in the pot slowly melted, and there was a curtain on the stool next to it. The curtain was a square glass, which was wiped cleanly. The fat man had no idle glass at his home, but it was all on the window. It was winter and it couldn't be removed. The hole as big as a needle nose was fighting the strong wind.

The wild boys had a trick, but Erfeizi led a few Hululu out. After a while, each of them ran back with a piece of glass. When the fat man asked, it turned out that it was on the mirror frame at home.

Seeing that the syrup in the pot no longer foamed, Tang Fengshan grabbed a handful of candied haws with his left hand and a spoon in his right hand, scooped up the sticky syrup, like a mountain flowing water, and splashed it onto the candied haws.

"The heat of syrup is the key. Before the heat, it will stick to teeth when it tastes. If the heat is too big, it will taste mushy and waste sugar." Tang Fengshan explained to the fat man. He also saw that the fat man wanted to learn the art, but he taught his apprentice to starve the master to death, so he just ordered it. As for what heat he was to boil, it did not mean it.

But the fat man didn't care. His cooking skills were quite good and he had great experience in making candy, so he just stared at the movements on Tang Fengshan's hand and saw that the candied haws on his left hand were rotating rapidly, which could ensure evenly poured into the syrup. It seemed that this was a real skill.

With a bang, Tang Fengshan made a move like lightning, throwing the candied haws in his hand onto the glass sheet. Everyone around was shocked and thought the glass was broken. Especially Er Feizi and the others, they were even more trembling. The glass was expensive back then, and if it was broken, it would probably be at least a slap.

However, their concerns were obviously a bit redundant, and the glass and candied haws were intact, and the syrup on the side of the candied haws became flat. Originally, there was a little distance between the reds in the mountains, but now the syrups were connected into a large piece.

Especially the one at the front of the book, the sugar slices more than an inch long stretch out, as thin as a cicada's wings, crystal clear and translucent, and look delicious.

The fat man couldn't help but shouted ok. His eyes were sharp and he saw the whole process clearly. With the help of waving, he threw the syrup in front. Just as he was about to fly away from the candied haws, he fell on the glass slices and spread the syrup immediately. This was the most effective time. It was not only delicious, but also beautiful, and it seemed that there was a lot of sugar on it.

When the little kids saw the candied haws freshly, they shouted to eat them. Tang Fengshan said with a smile: "I can't take them down yet, put them outside for a little freezing, and then they can take them all down."

When Qiqi heard this, she walked out with the glass. Maomao and the others immediately rushed forward and followed her. When Erfeizi and others saw this attitude, they all ran out of the house.

Next to the stove, Tang Fengshan continued to dip candied haws, and a pot of syrup was hung for 40 or 50 times. Moreover, each mountain red is covered with a layer of candy, which is really a craft.

After boiling two pots of syrup, the candied haws were all hung up. The fat man basically mastered the key points and couldn't help but feel a little itchy. He decided to try the next pot.

At this time, Qiqi and the others had already wandered back from outside. Everyone was holding a bunch of candied haws in their hands and gnawing happily. Even the three Maomao brothers were holding one, licking the syrup on it with their tongues, and their mouths were still clicking.

Benben followed the last, and was so anxious that he was most willing to eat sweets, and the candied haws were just right.

"Yaya, why don't you give Benben one?" Lin Qingshan loved these animals the most, so he stood up for Benben.

"Dad, Benben has finished eating a bunch of skewers." Yaya walked to Benben and pointed her finger at its mouth, which was indeed stained with a small piece of syrup.

However, Benben's head suddenly reached into her hand, snatched Yaya's candied haws, then slapped her two hands on the thin stick, and with a swing of her mouth, the candied haws were left with nothing left.

"Well, just like your way of eating, it's almost as good as Zhu Bajie's ginseng fruit." Qiqi patted Benben's belly, then jumped to the side, Benben's mouth swept away, and he didn't succeed.

The fat man saw that he had worn a lot of candied haws again, so he said to Tang Fengshan: "Call me to try it."

"Can you do it? Don't waste sugar." Tang Fengshan was a little worried.

The fat man didn't answer, happily sat the small iron pot on the stove, added water and added sugar to stir it, and everything was calm. Tang Fengshan secretly wondered: Look at the fat man's technique, could he have sold candied haws before?

Seeing that the heat was almost the same, the fat man grabbed a handful of candied haws, reached onto the iron pot, and then started pouring the juice. However, his movements were not as skilled as Tang Fengshan.

When the candied haws in his hand were covered with syrup, the fat man shouted "Go", then swung his arm and slammed it onto the glass sheet.

The fat man was very strong, and everyone was worried that the glass would be broken, but the fat man controlled his strength very well and had a strong swaying force. However, when he fell, his wrist was retracted and he was just right, and a thin layer of candy was also thrown out.

Originally, dipping candied haws this time was almost perfect, but there was only a small accident. When swaying his arms, it was a little fierce, and a large pool of syrup flew out directly.

The fat man screamed in secret, the temperature of the syrup was very high, and if it was pressed onto his face, it would have to burn off a layer of skin. Then he saw a dark figure standing in front of him, which was Benben. The syrup slaps and flew to its furry arm.

Benben was also surprised: What's the matter? He just ate two strings of candied haws, but he was not satisfied yet, so he swayed in front of the fat man and waited for an opportunity to get some more food, but the syrup just fell on it.

Benben felt hot, and when he leaned over to his nose and smelled it, he was so happy that it happened to be its favorite honey. He immediately stuck out his tongue and licked it hard.

Seeing that nothing unexpected happened, the fat man felt relieved. When he looked on the glass, he was quite proud. The candied haws looked decent and could be inserted on the straw target and sold them.

Tang Fengshan next to him was a little stunned: No, this fat man must have learned my skills secretly. His peers are enemies and the ones who are snatching their jobs are here.

"Please carry the glass outside and keep these strings for me to eat slowly." The fat man pointed at him, and Erfeizi and Qiqi were accused of making a roundabout way. However, the little guys were secretly happy: Uncle Fat candied haws, so he won't be able to eat less in the future.

"What's the smell?" The fat man sucked his nose a few times, then smelled a burnt smell. When he looked into the pot, the syrup inside turned red. He was so proud that he didn't care about the syrup in the pot.

The fat man grabbed his head and took the iron pot: "Brother Tang, I'll do it myself from now on - what, don't worry, I just dip it for the kids and don't compete for business with you, haha-"

He also saw that Tang Fengshan was not very happy and quickly expressed his consolation. Tang Fengshan thought that he could not sell it here in the future and would not affect business, so he let it go.

"Benben--" Qiqi suddenly exclaimed, and the fat man saw a black figure rushing towards the iron pot, quickly blocking in front of him, and thumping him, and colliding with Benben. Thanks to the fat man's strong energy and Benben is not adult, he stopped this little guy who wanted to drink syrup.

"I'll give it to you when it's cold!" The fat man stretched out his fingers and hit Benben's nose twice. The bear is the most fragile place. Benben covered his nose with two slaps and kept whispering in his mouth.

"It's time to eat--" Ye Ying walked into the house with a string of candied haws in one hand and a stack of bowls in the other.

The fat man couldn't help but tease her: "This is for the child to dip, why did you eat it?"

Ye Ying didn't care at all: "Brother Fat, please dip it for me and take it when I go home for the New Year. If you sprinkle some sesame seeds, it will be even more fragrant."

Hey, this girl is more scheming, just a little worse than the fat man.

Erfeizi and the others went home with a bunch of candied haws in one hand, and they all quarreled: "I'll come after dinner."

"If anyone wants to eat candied haws again, get the candy by himself." The fat man said in a naughty manner.

The snot baby rubbed the sleeves under his nose: "Uncle Fat, can you use saccharin?"

The next morning, Tang Fengshan rode a bicycle, and two sacks of mountain red on the shelves, and a large bundle of branches were left horizontally on it, and he returned home with a full load.

The villagers in Kaoshantun began to practice yangge in full swing, because Lin Qingshan brought back news that after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, they began to transport building materials, which was not at all conflicted with yangge dancing.

Fatty is the main force of the Yangko team. This year's Yangko team's lineup has been further expanded. One Zhu Bajie and three Sun Wukong. Fatty saw that it was not possible, and one Sun Wukong made Zhu Bajie obey. If the three brothers go together, then Zhu Bajie will have some work, so he hurriedly arranged to replace people.

Qiqi is the smartest, and he is called Benben to replace the role of Fat Uncle. Xiao Benben puts on a pig's head and tied a nine-toothed rake on his arm. He walks shakingly, and has black hair, which is much more handsome than the fat man's appearance.

There is one thing that is bad. If you don’t give it food, you will go on strike. As a result, Qiqi has to throw popcorn at it specifically.

The fat man suddenly felt relieved and felt a little empty, so he worked at home with big braids, cleaned the house, muddled walls and sheds, and stood up lanterns. He was busy and lived a fulfilling life.

Dapianzi cleaned up the inside and outside the house. On the 27th day of the 12th lunar month, he returned to the city with Ye Ying. After all, he was two daughters who had not left the house, so it was hard to spend the New Year at someone else's house.

Wang Gong and Yaya must have celebrated the New Year here. Yaya has a group of friends to play, and Wang Gong is also quite happy. He is full every day and lives a leisurely and comfortable life.

Of course, for Fatty, there is another big thing, that is, writing Spring Festival couplets for each company, which is also his proud craft. Last time he went to the supply and marketing cooperative, Fatty bought the pen and ink and was ready to show off his skills.

On the afternoon of the 27th, after practicing yangge, everyone took red paper and went to Fatty's house to ask for a pair of couples. The Fatty sat in front of the table in a row, holding a pen in one hand and holding a small cigarette in the other, full of energy.

The car owner came first: "Fatty, write something for my carriage first and ask for good luck."

"It's easy to say, cars travel thousands of miles, and people keep safe. How about this word?" The fat man raked a mouthful of cigarettes, and the smoke curled up, which was quite a bit of a masterful style.

"Write the right one, I'll try it." Wang Gong jumped down from the kang, stood in front of the table, with glasses, and was gentle and gentle. He took the brush from the fat man's hand, and his arms were not close to the table, and he was ready to hang his elbow and write.

"Mr. Wang, are you okay?" The fat man saw that he was better than him, so he had to lie on the table to write.

Wang Gong didn't answer, and his pen was like a dragon and snake, and he could just wave it. The fat man was stunned: High, it was really high, and he always wrote it at a glance, and at least it had a foundation of ten or twenty years.

So he stood up from the stool awkwardly: "Mr. Wang, please sit down, Qiqi, bring you Uncle Wang incense tea."

Wang Gong also nodded with satisfaction: "It's better, I learned Huaisu in this cursive style, and I have a bit of character." After saying that, he turned to the owner of the car: "What else do you want to write?"

The boss of the car frowned and looked at it for a long time: "Mr. Wang, I'd better ask Fatty to write it. We don't know what you wrote, and we don't know what to read when you post it."

The fat man was overjoyed: "Uncle San, you are still keen on your wise eyes."

Wang Gong held his glasses: "You want regular script, why didn't you say it earlier? I'm the best at regular script."
Chapter completed!