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Chapter 46 This big steamed bun! It’s so big! (Please read and collect)
On the other side, Lao Cao was calling Wang Liansheng, Xu Jinshan, Jin Gui and others to pull out the little Krong pig that the production team had raised for a year and wiped its neck with a knife.

When Sun Jianping and Cao Chungui arrived with more than ten kilograms of flour, the little Krona pig, which weighed more than one hundred kilograms, had been bled and was lying on a worn-out kang table, with its hind legs still kicking up from time to time.

Wang Liansheng held a butcher's knife, which was sharply polished. Xu Jinshan's younger brother Xu Jingui got a pump from nowhere, cut a small opening in the pig's hind leg, inserted the rubber tube of the pump, and used Tighten the hemp rope and cheer up the pig with a huff.

After a while, the piglet was blown into a round ball. Xu Jinshan rubbed the butcher knife and began to shave the pig hair. After a few clicks, the black pig hair fell off layer by layer like a wheat field swept by a sickle. On the ground, the white pig skin was exposed, which made all the young and old men swallow their saliva.

"That's it?" Lao Cao looked at the half-cloth pocket of flour and looked very ugly.

"Dad, why don't you stop grinding with ten kilograms? It's not even enough to stuff between your teeth!" Cao Chungui reminded, "There are more than thirty people in the propaganda team!"

"Ten more pounds are for nothing!" Xu Jinshan interjected, and Lao Cao counted on his fingers, "With more than thirty people, each person needs to eat at least three taels of noodles for a meal, plus us helpers, this little noodles Not enough to fit between teeth!”

"Isn't there still pork..." Xu Jingui just interrupted, but Lao Cao stared back with a sharp look.

Just talking nonsense!
Pork is much more expensive than wheat!

"Why don't you give them some potatoes to eat..."

Xiao Lu came over and came up with random ideas, but Zhang Ziyi slapped him on the back of the head, "You think you're just feeding pigs, and you're still feeding potatoes!"

"Didn't I get back more than a hundred kilograms of wheat last time? I took it out, ground it, and ate it!"

When Sun Jianping thought of this, Lao Cao shook his head and said, "The wheat you exchanged for it is really good. I'm thinking about keeping it and giving it to the villagers during the Chinese New Year so that everyone can have something to eat during the Chinese New Year."

"Uncle, you are... too frugal. If the wheat is gone, can't we still replace it?"

"Pull Jian Pingqian down, don't dare to mess around anymore, you won't be caught!" Lao Cao suddenly thought of something, and quickly reminded him not to indulge in speculation.

"Okay, if these are enough, Lao Zhang, go and prepare some potatoes."

Lao Cao was holding his pipe in his mouth and was very conflicted. On the one hand, he was a person of the occasion, and he always wanted to make the table more presentable and stiff, but the reality did not allow it.

There isn't a lot of mobile grain in the warehouse. We have to hold on to this grain until next autumn harvest, so why don't we plan carefully?

"Eh!"

Cao Chungui also complained about his father, Xiao Xi!
I plan everything carefully, wishing I could break every penny into two petals. Isn't it just twenty kilograms of wheat? Jianping paid more than a hundred kilograms last time!

While they were talking, the pigs had already been killed. There were originally two pigs, one large and one small, in the pen. The big pig was kept as an old sow to carry cubs. The little Krona pig that weighed more than 100 kilograms was killed. The intestines and bones were removed. Sixty kilograms of meat, the remaining ribs, internal organs, etc. were washed and kept, and distributed to the villagers for tooth-beating sacrifices.

When he went to bed at night, the sound of snoring disappeared from the kang for the first time. With the sparse moonlight coming in from the window, Lao Cao stared at the ceiling eagerly, as if trying to decipher the words on the newspaper stuck on it.

"Uncle, what are you thinking about?" Sun Jianping came over, and Lao Cao frowned, "Jianping, tell me, how many steamed buns can be steamed out of thirteen and a half kilograms of noodles, and can they be even enough for each person?"

"It depends on how it is steamed!" Sun Jianping wrapped his legs around the quilt and pushed it down to prevent the wind from coming in from the soles of his feet. "We have cooked the potatoes and turned them into potato flour. We don't need to add more. One pound Add three liang, and if you add the thirteen kilograms of white flour, you can still mix in nearly four kilograms."

"That won't work. The steamed buns with potato flour don't stand up. They're as small as dough and so hard that I can't even bite them!"

"You guys are still doing the same thing, alum-based dough, it's not good if you eat too much of that stuff..."

Lao Cao laughed. He only ate steamed buns a few times a year. It would be bad to eat too many...

This kid is talking nonsense!
"Uncle, just look at me and I'll get you something good!"

"That's okay!" Seeing his confident look, Lao Cao's eyes lit up!
Silly boy, tomorrow is all up to you!
If the chain is lost, the steamed buns will be as small as dough, which is very embarrassing!

When he arrived here in a hurry, Sun Jianping couldn't sleep anymore, so he got up and went into the outhouse, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets to find something.

A hard piece of old dough, a little glutinous rice flour left over from making maltose, flour and yellow corn flour ground during the day, and a bag of sugar.

When everything was ready, he first soaked the old noodles in warm water, stirred them constantly with chopsticks, and then added the flour little by little. After the flour was mixed, he lifted the lid of the pot, sat the pot together in the pot, and took another lick of firewood. .

Lao Cao couldn't sleep anymore, so he got up with his clothes on, walked into the outhouse, and watched him work.

"Jianping, what are you doing?"

"Make yeast."

"What the hell is yeast powder?"

"Uncle, please go back and sleep first. I'll keep it for you tomorrow!" Sun Jianping smiled and pushed the little old man back into the house and closed the door with a bang.

"This kid, clean up all these foreign things!"

Lao Cao scratched his head. He had only heard of flour and bean flour, but this yeast powder...

What crop does yeast grow on?
The old man fell asleep in a daze. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning. Sun Jianping was sleeping soundly on the edge of the kang. The little old man put on his clothes carefully and went to the outhouse to take a look. He was very happy! There were small folded paper bags placed on the clean pot table. Lao Cao picked up a bag and opened it. Inside was a yellow powdery solid, which was probably what Jianping called "yeast powder".

The old man took out two packages and put them in his pocket, opened the door with a creak, and a gust of cold wind blew in, making him shiver from the cold.

Just after dawn, the sound of a big truck could be heard on the road at the entrance of the village. Old Cao specially put on a blue khaki jacket that was pressed at the bottom of the box. The little old man was shivering with cold and his nose was dripping with snot.

Although he really didn't want the publicity team to come, what was the promotion? He just wanted to take the opportunity to eat and drink!
But even if he has eight nerves, he doesn't dare not give face to the leader.

"Welcome, welcome, leaders to our Ermajia Village, let our village shine!" The old man can even speak idioms!
Sun Jianping was quite shocked!

This old man is very knowledgeable!

At the very least, he must graduate from a literacy class!
"Captain Cao, thank you for your hard work. Let me introduce you. This is Director Wang of the Publicity Department of No. 1 Heavy Industry Factory!" Commissioner Yao Zhongping shook hands with him, pointed behind him, and introduced him.

Lao Cao's heart skipped a beat when he thought of the "speculative" fish sales at the No. 1 Heavy Industry Plant.

What are you afraid of?

Director Wang didn't know about the "great achievements" of this old man in the No. 1 Heavy Industry Plant, so he enthusiastically stepped forward to shake hands. Old Cao himself had a ghost in his heart, but now that he saw Director Wang taking the initiative to step forward, his hands trembled, and the pipe dropped to the ground, smashing into pieces. Two cuts.

"Isn't this nonsense..." Lao Cao picked up the cigarette pouch distressedly. He had been smoking for twenty years!
"I'm so sorry, Comrade Cao, hurry up and I'll buy you a new one!" Director Wang stood aside with an embarrassed look on his face, looking at the yellowed white jade cigarette holder that fell to pieces, and said apologetically.

"No, no, no, it's not a valuable thing... You haven't eaten yet, go for a walk, go to the team, and eat big steamed buns!"

Lao Cao walked in front and led them to the team headquarters.

At this time, Zhang Ziyi was standing beside the big pot at the team headquarters, looking at the steaming steamed buns in the pot with a surprised expression!

This...is this also called steamed buns?

Good guy!
That "yeast powder" that Jianping made is so powerful!
Thirty percent of potato flour was added to the dough, and the dough was rolled into a dough the size of an egg. Zhang Ziyi originally thought that it would not rise at all with the old dough, but after adding the yeast powder and steaming it, the steamed buns were so big when they came out... …

Round and chubby, bigger than a volleyball!

The outer skin is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the silhouette of a person. After being torn open, the layers inside are as soft as snow, revealing a rich milky fragrance!

"Really delicious!"

Zhang Ziyi couldn't help it anymore, tore off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. Several pairs of eyes turned around and swallowed!

"How are you doing, Uncle Zhang?"

Zhang Ziyi didn't answer, but took another piece and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it carefully.

"It's so fragrant, the more you chew it, the more fragrant it becomes, and it's also sweet!" Zhang Ziyi gave him a thumbs up, "Good boy, you've done us a big favor now!"

"I'll give it a try if it's real or fake..."

Several hands quickly reached out to the basket, but Zhang Ziyi glared back with a sharp look, "Get out of here! Feed the guests!"

In the team headquarters, Lao Cao was chatting with Yao Zhongping and Director Wang. He turned his head and looked at the kitchen from time to time, feeling as if he was beating a drum.

But please don’t let us, Lao Cao, lose your temper!

"By the way, Uncle Cao, can you tell me in detail how the last captain and branch secretary of our Taipingshan Brigade died?" Yao Zhongping was appointed as the special commissioner this time. Not only did he have to lead the selection of the thirteen production teams of the Taipingshan Brigade, The new team leader and party secretary help them get their work on track, and they also shoulder the important task of finding out the cause of the death of the previous leader.

Just at the end of July this year, the captain and party secretary of the Taipingshan brigade both died suddenly on the same day. In this special era, people cannot help but be suspicious.

"That happened this summer. It hasn't rained since the beginning of spring. The corns are grown in water. There has been a drought for more than two months. The corn seedlings are growing close to the ground. It seems that they are all dry. , it suddenly rained heavily, and it was photographed with hail..."

Yao Zhongping and Director Wang sat cross-legged on the kang, listening to him tell the ins and outs of what happened, while their eyes widened in surprise as they looked at the specialty of Ermajia Commune - extra-large white-faced steamed buns!

This steamed bun... is ridiculously big!
That head... is even bigger than the enamel basin used to hold vegetables!

Seeing him staring straight at the steamed buns, Lao Cao blushed with shame and couldn't help coughing, which focused everyone's attention on him.

"That guy's, there was hail first and then rain. It lasted for three days and three nights, knocking down many big trees in the mountains. Lao Huang and Lao Chen went out to inspect the disaster in the rain, but were swept away by the flash flood. When they found people I have long since run out of energy..."

Yao Zhongping stared at Lao Cao with his eagle eyes and did not move away for a long time.

　Brothers, collect and read!
　　Kneel down and beg!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)