Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old

However, Xue Sifu knew that they wouldn’t go over. He continued to gloat as he brought over the small wooden box with the rope tied.

The small wooden box was very light because it was not made of good wood.

“Come, come, come, try it on.” Xue Sifu laughed so hard that his shoulders were shaking, but he still hung the rope around Xue Yan’s neck.

Xue Yan looked up at the sky. However, he still subconsciously hugged the small wooden box in front of him.

Jiang Yue was just as quiet.

“Hahaha!” Xue Sifu laughed so hard that his face was pressed against Xue Yan’s thin and small shoulder.

Xue Yan realized what he had subconsciously done and immediately coughed.

“I feel awkward.”

“Okay, okay.” Xue Sifu tried his best to stop laughing. He patted Xue Yan’s thin shoulder with one hand. “I know you all understand and already have experience in this business. I won’t say much this time. You know what to do.”

Xue Yan and Jiang Yue had no choice.

None of them offered to help him, yet here they were!

Xue Yan didn’t say anything more. He silently wrote Xue’s Popsicles and pasted them on the small and big wooden boxes, but the words on the big wooden boxes were much bigger.

Naturally, Jiang Yue did not say anything and even helped to paste it.

The next day, before dawn, Liu Guixia and Li Hehua got up and cooked a large pot of liquid popsicles with salt, sugar, glutinous rice flour, and water as Jiang Yue had taught them the other day.

Then, they put it aside and let it cool.

After Xue Dafu and the others woke up and washed up, they started making popsicles.

While they were making popsicles, Liu Guixia and Li Hehua were not idle either. They made breakfast in a small pot and steamed liangpi in a large pot. They used the noodles that they had washed last night. It had settled down this morning and could be made into liangpi. The liangpi at home was made at this time every day.

When the liangpi was being steamed, breakfast wasn’t ready yet, so they just happened to use the big pot used to steam the liangpi to cook the sour plum juice.

The black plum, orange peel, and licorice had been washed clean and soaked for half an hour. The soaked materials and water were poured into the pot. Because the amount of ingredients was enough to cook a big pot of sour plum juice, they added a lot of water until the big pot was full. Then, they boiled it over high fire, then let it simmer. Finally, they added sugar and stirred it until it melted. They let it sit for a while before filtering it out. The sour plum juice was scooped into the wooden bucket with a lid.

The sour plum juice would be chilled in the town. When the time came, the wooden bucket of sour plum juice would be placed in a basin of ice. The ice in the basin would slowly make the sour plum juice in the wooden bucket cold.

Before the sour plum juice was ready, breakfast was done. By the time the sour plum juice was ready, everyone had eaten their fill for breakfast.

On the other hand, Xue Dafu and the others had already made 300 popsicles. If it wasn’t for the bamboo tube limit, they could have made even more.

Each of the 300 popsicles was placed in a small wooden box with a small piece of cut oil paper. Each wooden box contained 50 popsicles, making six small wooden boxes.

Xue Sifu had already set the price of the popsicles at three coins each.

The price of iced sour plum juice was slightly higher at five coins a bowl. This bowl was a small one, just like the ones sold in tea shops.

A bowl of ice added with sweet red beans cost ten coins a bowl because sweet red beans weren’t cheap.