farming female castellan

Chen Fan was a little embarrassed: "We only prepared some water for emergency, it seems that we didn't think carefully?"

Zhang Ci kissed her on the forehead: "That's because both of us didn't think carefully. We thought about it, but we didn't think too deeply, and we didn't prepare enough."

"Put more water this time? It happens that there is still a boat at home, and more clothes and cloth, as well as an empty jar." It is used to hold the ashes.

Yan Qiong sent people to fetch water from the creek, filling one jar after another.Various supplies are also installed.

"I'll ask those students, those who want to practice can go together." Zhang Ci expressed his thoughts.

He really asked, and five students were willing to help the disaster.Chen Jian and Wu Qisheng, the youngest son of Daxing county magistrate, also said to go.

"Have you got the consent of your parents?" It's too late to pass the letter.

"When I came, my father told me to obey the arrangements of Xiang Jun and Mr. Zhang."

"I didn't arrange for you to go to the disaster area." Chen Fan and Zhang Ci both denied it.

Wu Qisheng smiled: "I'm going on my own, but I'm also following my father's orders. Whatever you arrange, I will do whatever I can."

This Wu Qisheng has the guts, and his father is really willing.

When everything was ready, the big ship set off.

Chen Fan led people to make vermicelli: Stir the starch with water, pass it through a strainer, pour one layer into the mold, and steam for a few minutes; then pour the second layer and steam for a while; then steam to the sixth layer in turn.

"Each layer must be steamed well without white core." Chen Fan pointed to the steamed sweet potato flour and said to everyone.

The steamed sweet potato flour is a whole piece. After pouring it out, cover it with a thin and dense cloth.

"This will keep it from drying out. Let it dry in a ventilated place for two days until it hardens completely."

Villagers can do this step at home.

Two days later, the villagers came again.Chen Fan grates sweet potatoes into vermicelli with a custom-made grater.

"I don't have this kind of tool at home." Some villagers said.

"It can be cut with a knife and cut into strips of wide noodles." Chen Fanqie showed everyone, "It's like noodles. When you eat it, soak it first before putting it in the pot."

"It's very troublesome to do this, and it takes a few days to wait for a batch of goods." Someone lamented.

"The cost is also high. It takes several catties of sweet potatoes to produce one catty of vermicelli." Some people feel distressed.

"It has to be sold at a higher price, but if you can't afford it in the village, you have to sell it to a restaurant." Some people know the price positioning very well.

Some people are very embarrassed: "I can't cook, I can't make delicious dishes to tempt the store to buy my vermicelli."

"You can sell it to the Xiangjun Mansion." Chen Fan offered a sale.

"Let's do the work, Mr. Xiang, just pay the wages. If we work together, we can guarantee that the vermicelli we make will be the same."

This insight is very high, Chen Fan glanced at her, she was a pregnant woman named Zhang Taohua.

After working together for so many days, I didn't bring out a single family workshop, but I just trained a group of employees?
"You all live in scattered places, and it's not convenient to go to work." Chen Fan pointed out the practical problem.

"There are several people in each village, and several people can do it together in the village." Lin Guihua said.This is back to the mode of small workshops.

"Two adjacent villages can also work together." Zhang Taohua thought of merging labor.

Chen Fan gave them a reassurance: "How many sweet potatoes make a catty of flour, will calculate the cost, and then calculate the labor, and will give you a favorable purchase price."

"Then let's do it ourselves and sell it to the township lord." The villagers all agreed.

"We can do business at home?" The old man Xiao Lin was a little excited.He has a bad leg and can't go to the workshop, but he still accepts work like making vermicelli at home.

"Yes," Chen Fan nodded, "I can send someone to collect it regularly."

Xiao Lin was even more excited, bent over and said thank you repeatedly.

After clarifying the thickness requirements of vermicelli and vermicelli, the villagers left.Chen Fan took out the piping bag and taught the children another method.

Add several times of water and a small amount of salt to the sweet potato starch, pour it into the pot, boil it over medium heat to become a transparent and sticky cooked gorgon; then pour in the dry powder and knead it evenly, and it will have a continuous drawing effect when you grab it.

Then there's the kids' favorite thing to do.Put the cooked gorgon into the piping bag, and the children took turns to squeeze into the boiling water pot. As more and more round noodles were added to the water, everyone cheered louder and louder.

Cook it for 3-[-] minutes until it becomes transparent, take it out and put it in cold water, Chen Ya pulled it with her hands, it was very firm.

The hot and sour soup is ready, everyone put some round noodles into the hot and sour soup, and started to eat.

"Why didn't you make it last year?" Chen Zhongliang couldn't figure it out, "It's so delicious."

"There were not many spring potatoes last year, and they had to be sold to the north. If we make snacks, we won't be able to supply them later." Chen Xiu analyzed.

"You can eat at home."

"Didn't I make a lot of dried sweet potatoes and potato chips at home? I also made a lot of ways to eat them. It's hard to form an industry if you make too many varieties in a year." Chen Xiu said seriously.

Chen Zhongliang thought for a while, but did not refute.

Chen Fan cooks a dish with vermicelli or vermicelli every day, and the cook and the children follow suit.

The vermicelli and vermicelli from the villagers quickly provided the first batch of goods. Chen Fan paid the money and sent someone to Yuanfeng County to make hot and sour noodles, fried river noodles, vermicelli balls, and vermicelli steamed meat...

As long as we keep doing this, making and selling vermicelli can be industrialized.

The disaster relief in Xianchun County is very orderly. With the ink sticks and their presence, the people are not disobedient. They will do everything they are told to do, and no one dares to do what they are not allowed to do.

Wu Qisheng whispered to Chen Jian: "If there are no three of them, what will happen if we lead people to rescue the disaster?"

"We tried our best to speak hoarsely, and the victims screamed and rushed to the ground, and there was chaos." Chen Jian didn't save face for himself.

The two exchanged a look, and they both understood each other.There must be benevolence, and there must be rules. They have learned it thoroughly in the past two years, but they don't know how far they can go when they are in charge.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Wu, there is a group of disaster victims rushing towards us in the distance." Shan Xiaowen, a villager, ran over to report.

"Rush over? They still have the strength to rush over?" Wu Qisheng was surprised.

The two immediately ran in that direction, and from a distance, they could see a group of black people moving quickly in this direction.

Chen Jian touched his chin: "I want to see how far they can run."

After standing for 15 minutes, the movement speed of the crowd slowed down, and several streams of people with different speeds appeared.

"Is there anyone in charge at the foot of the mountain?" Wu Qisheng asked.

"Master Mo went to Lord Xiangjian's side, and there is a nursing home." Shan Xiaowen said.

With a thump in my heart, both Chen Jian and Wu Qisheng slapped themselves, what was wrong with talking about it, but how they should deal with it?
The three quickly descended the mountain to join the nursing home.Ask the people to retreat back, bring out all the food that can be eaten, and prepare accordingly, they put on masks and stand at the forefront.

The victims slowly came to the front, the captain of the nursing home, Ah Feng, drew out his knife, and the deputy captain, Ah Hong, raised his whip.