Xianggong farming

Chapter 129 Doubt

Ji Wang's mood improved because of the attack, and seeing that her daughter didn't seem to blame her for marrying her to Shangping Village, she felt more at ease.Besides, she was not prepared to really let Ji Xinmiao and Li go home.At this time, seeing her daughter teasing her so much, she was also aroused and deliberately scolded Ji Xinmiao: "This stinky girl, has she learned how to coax your grandma? If you want to tease grandma again, be careful, I will beat you."

Everyone in this family is full of love, especially Ji's parents.Ji Wang's purpose made Ji Xinmiao feel that this family is better, so she said with a smile: "Grandma, today I will make a pot of stewed pork vermicelli for everyone, and then I will tell you about other methods. This Vermicelli is a good thing, when everyone is short of food at night, it is very convenient to cook a pot of hot and sour noodles, add a handful of vermicelli and mix with coriander, and it can be used as both a dish and a meal.”

"Noodles? What are they?" Grandma Ji obviously hadn't heard of them.

It was also the first time Ji Wang heard: "Miaoer, what kind of flour can be made into strips to eat? Is it made of flour?"

"Mother, flour is made of noodles. This vermicelli is made of sweet potato flour and potato flour. It is different from noodles. It is delicious. Whether it is stewed chicken or stewed fish, it tastes good in it. It can also be used as vegetable soup. , croquettes, making stewed dumplings, in addition to making steamed stuffed buns, it is also delicious to put vermicelli in vegetarian dumplings. If you don’t like it, use them to make a bowl of hot and sour vermicelli, grandma, I will make you a treat Instigate your tone." Ji Xinmiao basically explained the way of eating vermicelli in her previous life, racking her brains.

Grandma Ji's eyes widened: "Ah? There are such delicious things, let alone eating them. Your grandma and I have lived for a long time, but I have never seen what is called vermicelli. The sweet potato flour is the last time Miaoer sent it. The letter came back to let us leave the powder from washing sweet potatoes? But how did this potato powder come from?"

In order to give Qi Dalang extra points in Ji's house, Ji Xinmiao deliberately said: "My husband-in-law made the potato flour. Grandma, if you want to know, you have to ask your grandson-in-law to tell you about it. Your granddaughter is Look at the customers."

Sure enough, two pairs of eyes stared at Qi Dalang.

Seeing his daughter-in-law saving face in front of her mother-in-law, Qi Dalang felt warm in his heart.

The two elders looked at him and asked about the origin of the potato flour. He hurriedly explained: "Grandma, this thing is not difficult. You just cut the potatoes into cubes and put them on a grinder to grind them into oars, then wrap them in gauze and put them in the water continuously. Wash until the slag is almost clear, and then let the oar-washing water go to sink. The next thing is the same as drying potato flour.”

Grandma Ji really praised: "It's still Dalang's brain that can think of potato flour from this sweet potato flour. Why can't I think of grandma? It's still a bad brain. It's just that these two kinds of flour are mixed together to make noodles. Same, make vermicelli?”

Qi Dalang glanced at Ji Xinmiao and saw her encouraging him, so he briefly described the process of making vermicelli from the beginning to the end. Grandma Ji was surprised and said: "So there is so much attention to making this vermicelli? Dalang, Where did you learn this from?"

Qi Dalang was stunned, looking at Ji Xinmiao as if asking for help, she had no choice but to answer: "Grandma, that's a secret recipe handed down from one of Xianggong's brothers on the battlefield. This kind of vermicelli is only made in the north, and there are no people who know how to make it." A lot. Because Xianggong had a strong friendship with him and helped him, it was because his brother thanked him for telling him this method."

After hearing this, Grandma Ji said again and again: "Then this is the end of the method, don't let other people hear it. Grandma is getting old, and it is too hard to make this vermicelli. In the future, Grandma will have Miaoer if she wants to eat it." Sent it back."

When Ji Xinmiao heard it, her heart immediately warmed up. Ji's grandma didn't want to steal their powder recipe.So she immediately leaned beside Grandma Ji and said, "Grandma, if you want to eat, even in the middle of the night, my granddaughter will ask my husband to bring it to you."

Grandma Ji was elated by her granddaughter's acting like a baby, and she burst into laughter immediately: "Hahaha, grandma is not so troublesome. My grandson-in-law can only make these things in winter. How can I eat them whenever I want? But it's winter now. Grandma also has a lot of sweet potato flour and potatoes, and when they are all turned into flour, I will ask your hall brother to send them over, and then you can help me make some and leave them alone."

Qi Dalang hurriedly said: "Grandma, let's take our things home today. I'll make the potato flour."

Grandma Ji waved her hand: "No, no, the autumn harvest is over, and there is not much work in the field, so let those boys get busy."

After Ji Qiulin came back at noon, he, Qi Dalang and his daughter went inside the house and looked at the packs of mushroom seeds and asked, "Dalang, can we really grow mushrooms this winter?"

Ji Xinmiao knew that Qi Dalang was not sure, and she was not going to hide her clumsiness in front of her parents anyway, so she said, "Father, I made this thing, don't ask me how I know how to make it, it was taught by others. We will not go back to Shangping Village for two days. Dalang will go to the mountain with you in the afternoon and drag down the tree that you and your brother cut down a few days ago. I think the open space behind our house is not bad. It can hold a lot of wood, just need to build a shed."

As soon as Ji Qiulin heard this, he immediately said: "It's no problem to build a shed. A few days ago, as soon as I received the letter, I went with your brother to cut down trees and bamboos. The bamboos are all broken, so we just need to build a shed. But, you let your uncle Followed by Uncle San, they don't seem to be preparing for it."

Ji Xinmiao was puzzled: "Father, don't they believe it?"

Ji Qiulin smiled: "Your aunt said that your uncle and his father and son have taken over their jobs and have no time to go to the mountains. When your third aunt heard that the expensive oilcloth was going to be used, she said forget it. It's not a rare thing, and it's not worth a lot of money, so they don't grow it."

Ji Xinmiao nodded understandingly: "Forget it, I didn't bring many fungi today, so we will plant all of them at home. Father, there are no mushrooms on the mountains in winter, and there are no mushrooms in the vegetable gardens. What kind of fresh green vegetables, after the mushroom grows, it will be able to sell for a good price a year ago. Last time, I asked someone to ask the restaurant, and said that if the mushrooms can really produce fresh mushrooms after snowing, if the mushrooms are good, the restaurant can accept them , about five cents per catty."

"Five cents per catty? Miaoer, how many mushrooms can these bacteria produce?" After hearing the price, Ji Qiulin felt that it was not expensive, because the oilcloth cost a lot.

Ji Xinmiao knew what he was worried about: "Father, don't worry, if this crop grows, you will be able to pay back your money. Besides, there are no one in other people's homes. When the weather gets cold in a few days, the third crop will come out. The price is definitely higher than it is now, so don't worry about it."

Hearing her speak so carefully, Ji Qiulin couldn't help asking: "Miao'er, don't tell me you've grown this mushroom before?"

(End of this chapter)