Just like Su Qingluan said, as the fruits were gradually heated and softened, the originally crowded casserole became visibly empty.
"You can add raw fruits in appropriate amounts one after another. Just be careful not to fill it too full at once." Su Qingluan reminded from the side as he watched the empty space in the pot gradually become larger.
Since wild fruits contain a large amount of juice, this juice can also ensure that the bottom of the casserole will not burn without overheating.
However, because later on, the jam will become thicker and thicker as the water evaporates, so it is better to stir more frequently to prevent excess water from remaining in the bottom and uneven heating.
Cooking these jams is very time-consuming and tests your patience. By the time the "spice" team has completely sifted the spices three times, Liu Yunniang and her brother Zhao have already finished washing the dishes. At this time, Su Qingluan saw that those who were cooking the jam were gradually coming to the end of cooking.
At this time, the jam already showed a dark red color that was almost black under the dim candlelight, and it could hang on the rice shovel in a thick layer without dripping.
Su Qingluan nodded: "The jam is almost done. The next step is to wait for them to cool down slowly. Now you can put out the fire in the stove - oh, by the way, don't forget to cover the lid to prevent dust from falling into it."
Although she had been warned, Su Qingluan still asked everyone to go to the second floor, but she finally made sure that the porcelain jars containing spices had lids and were placed in places that were not easy to touch; all stoves were In a completely extinguished state, even the pot on top has its lid closed.
When Su Qingluan went upstairs, the watchman's first gong sound started to sound outside, reminding him, "The weather is dry and things are dry, beware of burning candles."
Recalling that I vaguely mentioned in my previous life, the beginning of the third watch is equivalent to eleven o'clock in the evening. So even if it's a little bit longer than midnight, it won't be too long.
Su Qingluan couldn't help but sigh: If it were in the previous life, not only had evening life just begun at this time, at least there would still be some time before falling asleep.
But it's actually "halfway through the night" now, which is incredible.
Upstairs, although everyone is said to sleep together in the big bunkhouse, men and women are not allowed to be intimate. Even if we are just country people and not as fastidious as wealthy families, we still have to hang a curtain between the men's bunkhouse and the women's bunkhouse—— Although it was made up of temporary sheets.
The bedding conditions here are average, but one advantage of having so many people crowded together is that they can serve as each other's human body heaters.
Soon, there were snoring sounds all around.
Su Qingluan in the dark: sleep...can't sleep...
Although the conditions of the Su family are not that of a wealthy family, since time traveling, even when the family's conditions were the most difficult, Su Qingluan occupied a room by himself.
Although Liu Yuniang slept in the same room with her from the first two days, Liu Yuniang slept very well, neither snoring nor talking in her sleep.
but now……
The sounds of snoring, teeth grinding, and unexplained sleep talking are endless, coupled with the occasional burst of the energy of grain reincarnation that attacks both hearing and smell...
Su Qingluan felt that in a sense, a small choir could be formed here.
Sigh... I have to sigh, even if I traveled to the school dormitory before or the public ward where I stayed when I was sick, it was not so exaggerated.
However, Su Qingluan's sleep quality is pretty good in her current body. Her young and healthy body means that she has not suffered from neurasthenia and insomnia. Because of this, although the noises in the whole room were "one after another", Su Qingluan finally fell asleep slowly.
However, she never expected that shortly after she fell asleep, the crisp sound of gongs and the rhythmic beating of clappers woke her up from her dream.
After calming down, Su Qingluan felt her heart as if it was about to jump out of her throat, and realized: it was the watchman doing the night watch.
However, even Huaxi Village has a night watchman, and Su Guangfu has to take turns once a month, excluding rain and snow.
But in her impression, although she could vaguely hear the sound of watchmen patrolling the night after dark, was it so disturbing to the people?
But soon, Su Qingluan understood the reason: although Huaxi Village also had night patrols, the watchmen only patrolled the field roads between the villages, separated by a yard and a wall from every household.
What's more, the front of Su Qingluan's house is a hall, and the sleeping bedrooms are at the back. Even if the night watchman passes by the path in front of the yard, Su Qingluan's sleep is not greatly affected because of the distance.
But the shop where Su Qingluan is located is different.
As mentioned before, this shop is located on the best commercial street in the entire town. In other words, the shops this time are all facing the street.
Although facing the street has the obvious advantage of having a large flow of customers as a shop, it is very unsuitable as a place to live. The most obvious point is that whether there are officers and soldiers patrolling on the street or watchmen walking by, they will Hear more clearly.
Especially the sound of the gongs, which hit the eardrums directly, making people feel as if their brains were shaking.
"But the night watch gong and clapper just rang once and they will be gone soon..." Su Qingluan muttered to comfort herself.
Anyway, we will gather at noon tomorrow, so we can sleep in. Anyway, there is no sign hanging outside this shop, so no one will come in. Anyway...
Su Qingluan thought so and fell asleep again.
Before her consciousness fell into complete darkness, Su Qingluan wondered vaguely whether she had forgotten something, but she was so sleepy that she had no clue, so she fell asleep again.
Then soon, Su Qingluan knew that she had forgotten something.
As we all know, in ancient times there were no wall clocks or sitting clocks to tell the time, but when the city gate was opened, someone always had to complete the task of telling the time.
Although the market drum must be beaten on the city tower when the market opens, the person who announces the beating of the market drum is the watchman. The watchman beat the gong continuously from the street, and when the city gate heard it, he began to beat the drum - and it didn't just knock three or five times, but beat it in batches for a long time.
The sound of the drum spreads far away. Although Su Qingluan couldn't hear it in Huaxi Village, every time Su Qingluan and her parents came to the town to set up a stall, Su Qingluan heard the drum sound far away from the city gate. However, when several people packed up the stalls and started doing business, the drum sound did not stop.
Su Qingluan once wondered how many drum sounds there were when he first heard them, but then gave up.
However, when Su Qingluan heard it at close range while half asleep, it was the first time that Su Qingluan felt that the opening drum was really noisy! And it’s such an endless noise!
