Li Zheng was looking at Han Yiyun who was not far away. He still didn't trust the little baby in front of him.
"How about... we'd better hurry up first. If this unreliable thing doesn't succeed, if we delay for a while... we'll miss a mouthful of food on the way!"
Even with Mr. Tongsheng's behavior, Li Zheng couldn't help but feel conflicted when he saw the skinny baby in front of him.
Zhan Qingyue's hand paused, and she also knew that what Li Zheng said made sense.
If she hadn't been convinced that maple sap was drinkable, she might have been discouraged.
At the same time, I also feel powerless because as a woman, I have to be questioned by others when I do things and say things.
"Uncle Li Zheng, then give me a stick of incense. If it works, then we don't have to worry about our rations. If it doesn't work, I will voluntarily share my rations with you."
"Oh, how could this happen! Alas... I will believe you just once, old man!" Li Zheng gritted his teeth, slapped his thigh, and went back to stop the curiosity and doubts of the villagers.
Zhan Qingyue didn't have a hollow wooden pole, so she quickly made a small conduit using the hollow pipe of a fire breaker, and then found a small bucket.
She got up and went over with a hatchet, and peeled off a small piece of maple bark. She was suddenly delighted to find that it was actually a sugar maple!
Under the thick layer of bark, Zhan Qingyue dug out another small hole, inserted the tube into it, and clear juice flowed out.
It seems that this tree retains a lot of water, and many villagers are curious about it and come to take a look.
"I said Zhanjiannizi, is this really filling?"
"Yes, you believe me." Zhan Qingyue patted the tree confidently, and then asked Brother Zhan to light a fire. Soon, the maple sap filled the small bucket she brought.
Seeing that it was almost done, Zhan Qingyue simply dealt with the opening of the tree trunk. She carried the bucket back and poured the juice into the pot set up on the simple earthen bed.
"Whether I want to leave or not, isn't it just a waste of time? If something happens to the old woman's body, who can bear the responsibility?"
Mother Zhan cursed and pushed aside the crowd, and became even more furious when she saw Zhan Qingyue inside.
"I wonder why no one has moved for so long. It turns out it's you, the Sangmenxing, who is causing trouble!"
Zhan Qingyue stirred the sugar water and said casually: "Can something approved by Mr. Li Zheng and Mr. Tong Sheng be called trouble? Isn't it because you are a little more capable that you don't even take them seriously?"
The weather is hot and the fire is strong. The water evaporates quickly, and the juice under the stick slowly changes color and becomes thicker.
Zhan Pozi didn't stand still and wanted to act like before. She rolled her eyes and sat down on the ground. Her feet were clearly aimed at the pot of sugar water!
"Oh my God, this money-losing guy not only harmed my old lady..."
Zhan Qingyue had been paying attention to her every move. When she stretched out her legs and cried out, he quickly picked up the bucket and kicked over the pit.
Brother Zhan stood up in anger!
Zhan Qingyue looked at the Zhan Pozi in front of her with cold eyes!
"Why are you making such a fuss!" Li Zheng was annoyed when he heard this voice. He smelled the sweet smell in the air and was a little more protective of Zhan Qingyue!
"She delayed our journey and used your lord's pressure to oppress the old lady!"
Li Zheng had no patience with the old woman in front of him: "That's my permission! Do you have any objections?"
Turning around, he asked Zhan Qingyue: "Are you ready?"
Zhan Qingyue nodded, took a few steps away, and pulled the silk from the tip of the stick dipped in syrup.
After tasting it, Li Zheng nodded happily.
Zhan Qingyue pretended to give some to her parents, and when she saw the two dumplings smacking their lips with satisfied expressions on their faces, she couldn't help but smile.
She filled a bowl with some syrup and gave it to Han Yiyun: "Drink some, I've specially reserved it for you."
Han Yiyun wanted to refuse, but looking at her clear and smiling eyes, he felt a little strange and took the bowl with his hand.
It's indeed sweet. Sugar is a luxury here, let alone in this situation!
He heard that Zheng Zheng over there had already ordered the three village chiefs to hurry up and ask the villagers to collect the juice.
Recalling what he said when he rescued her from the siege before, Han Yiyun couldn't help but get interested and test: "What I said at that time is indeed in the ancient books. My original intention was to help you rescue the siege. If this credit is put on my head..."
"Huh? This little thing is not worth mentioning for the sake of keeping everyone fed and strong."
Zhan Qingyue waved her hands indifferently. She thought of something, rushed to Li Zheng's place, and said loudly: "Master Li Zheng, I just learned from Master Tong Sheng that each tree can only take one bucket of sap." Oh, otherwise the tree will die!"
Han Yiyun was silent. He didn't expect that there were people who really didn't love fame and fortune. There was something really different about Zhan Qingyue...
In this way, it was passed down from ten to ten, and under the leadership of the village chief, one person from the family went to get the juice, and another person was asked to set up a pit to light a fire to boil the syrup.
The mother-in-law Zhan was asking for trouble. Seeing that they were doing it in full swing, she returned to the original place and wanted to forcefully tell the second and third brother Zhan not to listen to this seductive woman's words.
But unexpectedly, the second child had disappeared long ago, and the third child was still clumsily making a fire!
She was so angry that she went up and kicked those things over to vent her resentment: "I just know how to eat, eat, eat! Why don't I eat you to death!"
"Mom!" Zhan Laosan was very angry when he saw that the fire that had finally been raised was stamped out: "That's sugar! Sugar is something that can fill your stomach!"
"Nizi said before that you hid Dafang's food, and we also knew that you withheld their food, so when the villagers came to ask, they wanted to rob it, but you insisted that you didn't have it and we couldn't bear it!"
"If you don't take advantage of all the advantages you have now, you are really an old fool!"
Zhan Pozi never thought that the always docile Lao San could complain like this to him.
She stared blankly as Zhan Laosan ignored her and started lighting the fire, her breath stuck in her throat.
"Okay, you can also help light the fire. You're talking so much nonsense, why not do something practical." Old Man Zhan also came up and ordered her around impatiently.
When Pozi Zhan thought about what they had said before, they would abandon her, her resentment towards Dafang deepened even more!
Zhan Qingyue walked around and felt happy to see everyone working enthusiastically. The main thing was to help them deal with the aftermath of the tree trunk wounds.
She couldn't kill a huge tree just for a bite to eat!
For several days, the troops were working on these things, and she taught everyone how to use water bottles to store juice.
Zhan Qingyue ate pancakes made with maple sugar noodles, sighing that life was finally getting better.
She glanced at Han Yiyun, who was still half-lying on the cart reading a book. A simple shed made of cloth was set up on the cart to give him some shade.
He didn't seem to care about his situation, but his injuries were ultimately his own.
I didn't have time before, but now I have some time. Seeing that they can't walk that fast, Zhan Qingyue started to think about it.
"I want to help you see if your leg can be treated. Otherwise, if you delay it for a long time, I'm afraid it will leave the root of the disease."
Han Yiyun raised his eyebrows, sat up and looked at her with interest: "Sister Yueyue, you didn't talk about this before, where did you learn this skill now?"
