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Chapter 140 Please Eat Fan

As the first batch of sweet potato vermicelli was cut out and dried on bamboo poles, everyone seemed to see hope.

Now that the sun is shining, the sweet potato vermicelli will be very dry after three days in the sun.

If this sweet potato vermicelli is really easy to sell, the business will be very good in the future, and the sweet potatoes from all over the world will become golden lumps.

Everyone's eyes were on fire, but Shen Qingyu heard the feedback from Uncle Li Zheng.

"Qingyu, someone came to ask me, why do you have to wash the sweet potato so clean? If it's not clean, you can't eat it to death. What can I do? I can't explain it to them..."

It turns out that some sweet potatoes have potholes on them, and it is very difficult to wash them by hand.

In this case, if you have to dig with a small knife or something, it will take a lot of time.

They wanted to save trouble, but Shen Dasong directly took over the task of checking the cleanliness of the sweet potatoes, and would call them back and ask them to wash them again if they were a little dirty.

It also saves Xiao Taohua from being embarrassed to offend others due to favor and face.

Anyway, now he has no worries, no children and no daughters, and he is not afraid of offending anyone.

Uncle Lizheng listened to some people's complaints, saying that Shen Dasong was too tight-fisted and wouldn't allow even a little bit of mud. They couldn't figure it out.

Shen Qingyu thought for a while and understood.

People in the countryside don't pay much attention to "standards" and "food hygiene".

Therefore, they can't understand the fact that sweet potatoes must be washed, and it's normal to complain.

Shen Qingyu thought for a while, and told Uncle Li Zheng directly: "You inform, you won't accept sweet potatoes tomorrow, so you..."

When Uncle Lizheng heard this, although he was surprised, he agreed.

If this thinking is not unified, it is inevitable that there will be conflicts with the villagers in the future.

So early the next morning, Shen Qingyu went to the sweet potato flour workshop.

There is already a long queue outside the workshop, all of them are here to deliver sweet potatoes.

She checked it carefully. Although everyone had washed it carefully, it was inevitable that there would be mud in some gullies, and they hadn't dug it out with a knife.

Seeing Shen Qingyu approaching, the crowd suddenly became noisy.

"Qingyu? Why didn't you start accepting sweet potato fans today? Everyone has been waiting for a long time."

Shen Qingyu smiled: "Everyone came very early today, I saw that some of them came from other villages, they must have not had breakfast yet?"

Everyone was stunned, and nodded one after another: "Isn't it? It's not so hot if you come here early, so you can go home and dig a pick of sweet potatoes to send over."

Shen Qingyu smiled and nodded: "That's just right. There was mud in the sweet potatoes that someone sent yesterday, but I didn't check it out. It has already been made into sweet potato powder, so it can't be wasted. Today I invite everyone to taste half a bowl of hot and sour sweet potato vermicelli."

Shen Qingyu beckoned, and everyone in the Sweet Potato Flour Workshop brought up a large wooden plate that was used when making rice noodles in the country.

On the plate are neat bowls of hot and sour sweet potato vermicelli.

The red oil is poured on the sweet potato vermicelli, which makes people feel appetizing.

"Come on, one bowl per person, let's have a try."

Someone hurriedly picked up a bowl and took a sip.

The hot and sour sauce was well adjusted, and when they first tasted it, they wanted to admire it, but in the next second, their expressions all changed.

There is sand in the sweet potato flour, if you don't pay attention, it will hurt your teeth.

Some people bit so hard that they almost made a mask of pain.

"Ouch! There's sand in your sweet potato vermicelli!"

"That's right, my teeth are chipped!"

Shen Qingyu continued to smile: "Yes, these are the vermicelli made from the sweet potatoes you sent over yesterday. After eating this vermicelli, do you think a bowl of vermicelli can be sold for thirty cents?"

Someone was quick to talk, and immediately sneered: "Just this one mouthful of powder, there is still sand, and it can sell for thirty yuan? I don't want three!"

Shen Qingyu looked at the person who was speaking, nodded and smiled and said, "But this sweet potato powder is going to be sold for one or two taels of silver in Fucheng and Guiyunlou in the capital! Calculated, this mouthful is thirty yuan!"

"Hiss..." Someone gasped!
"Why so expensive?" someone questioned.

"What kind of person is willing to eat such an expensive dish?"

Everyone suddenly rose up in shock.

Shen Qingyu stopped laughing: "If this sweet potato flour is of such quality and it's so expensive, who would buy it?"

"Whoever buys is a fool!"

"Even if he bought it, he would take a mouthful of sand from time to time, would he buy it a second time?"

"If no one buys it, why should I take back the sweet potatoes from ten miles and eight villages? Give everyone a high price of ten cents a catty? No matter how much I make, I won't be able to sell them!"

"If I'm going to lose money doing it, then I might as well not do it!"

"At that time, the business will be ruined. Your sweet potatoes will have to be kept for yourself or fed to pigs. Pay ten cents a catty?"

"Everyone can go to the town and ask. Fresh sweet potatoes can be sold for five cents a catty! Not many people want them!"

"Do you think so?"

Everyone fell silent and looked at each other.

No wonder Shen Qingyu repeatedly asked everyone to wash up. It turns out that the consequences of not washing up are so serious!
Xiao Taohua bowed her head guiltily.

When she first started harvesting sweet potatoes yesterday, she also felt that she didn’t need to be too serious, as long as it looked good enough, she just let go of the sand in the gaps.

Later, when Shen Dasong inspected, he was very strict, and many people's sweet potatoes were returned to be washed again.

The sweet potatoes at the back are considered clean.

Shen Qingyu simply added "ingredients" to the sixty catties of sweet potato flour that was first ground, and directly made it into hot and sour vermicelli for everyone to taste.

Now it's all right, everyone understands the importance of cleaning up the sand.

Seeing that everyone had tasted the hot and sour sweet potato noodles with added ingredients, and he explained the reason himself, Shen Qingyu looked at the people in line.

"Everyone check it yourself. If it is not cleaned, you can go to the spring water at the door and wash it again. In the future, everyone will wash it and send it over."

Everyone looked at their sweet potatoes, but more than half of them needed to be washed again.

There were also some who washed them carefully, and brought them directly to Shen Dasong and Xiao Taohua for inspection.

Xiao Taohua checked very carefully this time, and soon heard the sound of copper coins. Someone passed the scale smoothly, got a bunch of money, and happily prepared to go home.

When Shen Dalan's sweet potatoes were delivered, Xiao Taohua knelt down to inspect them, but hesitated to speak.

Xiao Taohua subconsciously looked at Shen Dasong, his eyes were full of pleading for help.

Just as Shen Dasong was about to intervene, Shen Qingyu grabbed him and motioned him not to go over with his eyes.

Shen Dasong was held back, so he had no choice but to say nothing, Xiao Taohua's expectations were in vain, and when he looked at Shen Qingyu again, he subconsciously pleaded.

Shen Qingyu didn't speak, and looked at Xiao Taohua expressionlessly.

If Xiao Taohua is still soft-hearted this time, her sweet potato flour workshop will not use her in the future.

People who are too cowardly can't afford anything, so they can only go home to cook and look after their children.

Shen Dalan had an impatient expression on his face: "Hurry up! Why are you doing so slowly? It's all washed..."

Shen Qingyu looked at the sweet potato, it was a little cleaner than yesterday, but it was far from the level where all the mud and sand in the potholes were washed clean.

Shen Dalan didn't dig out the mud in the pothole, and sent it over directly.

(End of this chapter)