The wealth of rebirth is deep in the mountains

Chapter 92
This is a small thought left by Xiaomi. After all, potato flour has no technical content. If a smart person intends to imitate it, it will not take long to figure it out.

Moreover, knowing the structure of Fenfang, one can immediately guess almost exactly, so if it is exposed one day later, the Lu family can monopolize the money for one day.

Potatoes on a land of more than [-] acres are as big as a mountain when harvested, but it is not enough to make vermicelli and supply the whole Bei'an Prefecture, and even the whole Dayuan.

The Lu family's fan workshop was not built too big, it seemed to be enough for the time being.It will not be too late to expand potato planting next year.

Looking at the brand-new wooden utensils and various decorations, Xiaomi rolled up his sleeves to make the first batch of vermicelli.

"Who can help me, let's try, maybe there will be vermicelli to eat at night."

"I come!"

A person came in from outside the door, it was Feng Jian who was covered in green clothes. The sunlight outside the door made the jade hairpin of the same color flash on his head. Behind him was the smiling Lao Yang.

Everyone bowed and saluted subconsciously, only Xiaomi smiled and shouted, "Brother Feng, aren't you busy? I thought you couldn't come down, so hurry up and help me. In the evening, I will eat stewed vermicelli with chicken and mushrooms, ants climbing trees, and fried rice noodles." Meat!"

"Okay," Feng Jian nodded along with the others, carrying a basket and going to the cellar to fetch potatoes.

Cheng Ziheng and Liu Buqi who came in last rushed to grab the basket, and said with a smile, "There is delicious food tonight, we will also help."

Everyone laughed, and the villagers led them to the cellar to fetch potatoes.

Master Ma was an old man, so he naturally wouldn't wait for the Lu family to kick him out, using the excuse to see his apprentice go out by opening the window.

Soon, the potatoes came back.Lu Laosan helped to wash away the dirt, and the small grinding plate also brushed away the floating dirt. The small potatoes were directly stuffed into the holes of the grinding plate, and the big potatoes were cut in half. Soon, potato pulp flowed into the barrel.

For the first experiment, Xiaomi didn’t plan to do too much. A basket of potatoes had to carry a bucket of potato pulp, and then poured it into a muslin bag that fell in mid-air to filter out the dregs. Scoop out the clear water above, and half a pot of white pure starch is scraped out from the bottom of the tank.

Take a scoop of millet and throw it into a small pot, add water and cook until it becomes a paste, then add the remaining raw powder and ginseng, and knead it evenly.

In the largest iron pot in the workshop, it was already boiling, and the water was flying. A tripod stand was placed on top of the cauldron. In the middle of the stand was a shallow wooden spoon. There were many holes the size of chopsticks under the spoon.

Millet scooped up a spoonful of well-kneaded and thin noodles and threw them in, then reached out and patted the spoon, the noodles turned into thin vermicelli and fell down, directly into the cauldron and was instantly boiled to medium-rare , floating up with the tumbling water.

Xiaomi wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, a little impatient, "Is it because I am too weak, why can't I make a stick, it should be vermicelli without a head?"

Feng Jian took out the handkerchief from his arms and handed it to her, and finally changed places with her, saying, "Let me try."

He was already smart, and he understood Xiaomi's intentions. When he pressed the noodles with his big hands, he applied even force. Sure enough, the noodles that leaked out were long and well-proportioned, falling into the pot like continuous raindrops.

"Ah, that's great, Brother Feng, that's how it is."

Xiaomi clapped her hands happily, and finally picked up the long chopsticks on one side and picked up the half-cooked vermicelli in the pot into the cold water pot next to it.

The vermicelli was soaked in cold water, and immediately became much harder. Xiaomi called Lu Laosan to replace him, and then scooped up the vermicelli from a cold water pot. Well, where the wind is the strongest to dry and set.

A basket of potatoes ended up with a hanging of thin vermicelli and half of wide vermicelli hanging outside. It was not much to hang outside, but it caused everyone to look up when they were busy.

Firstly, this thing is really novel, and secondly, Xiaomi makes a move, which time it is not a lot of money.Everyone looked at the inconspicuous vermicelli, wishing they were all glittering like gold...

Xu Shi knew that he had high hopes, the autumn wind was blowing hard, and the autumn sun was basking happily. After half a day passed, when the sky darkened, the eighty-percent dry vermicelli were picked off.

Millet directly divided half of the fine powder, sent it to the straw shed, and told the young daughters-in-law who cleaned up the meals, just wash it and throw it into the stew pot. It can be eaten when it is cooked, just be careful not to sink the bottom of the pot.

The little daughter-in-law was flattered, holding the vermicelli as if she was holding some rare treasure, which made Xiaomi smile, "Sister-in-law, don't be so careful. In the future, the vermicelli is just leaking now. It looks like a novelty. I will eat too much in the future, everyone." I’m afraid there’s always a time when you see vermicelli and run away.”

"That can't be, how can such a good thing be so disgusting?"

The little daughters-in-law couldn't believe it, after all, two people were divided to treat the fat son that the family finally got, carefully washed it, and threw it into the cauldron.

The stewed tofu with cabbage in the big pot is half-cooked, and the vermicelli just fit into the pot.

Xiaomi smiled and went out to meet Feng Jian and others, and they went up the mountain together and returned home.

Father Lu was so hungry that he finally left his pile of books and went out to find something to eat, but when he saw his daughter came back, he was relieved and turned back.

Everyone washed up, changed into clean clothes and sat in the yard drinking tea, sniffing the faint fragrance from the kitchen, and the occasional small figure flashing by the door, all felt extremely satisfied and looking forward to it.

Xiao'e didn't know what was going on today, but she also came into the kitchen to help today.Although Xiaomi was puzzled, he arranged for her to light a fire because it was hard to drive people away. This was the easiest and safest job, and it could be regarded as protecting the dishes at home from being smashed to pieces.

In the yard, Liu Buqi elbowed the youngest Lu, and said with a smile, "Dejing, you've eaten delicious food for so many years, why are you still like this? If it was me, I'm afraid you would have looked like Ziheng long ago."

"What do I look like?" Cheng Ziheng, who has become a bad role model for being innocent, naturally disagreed when he heard this, and retorted, "I have a big heart and a fat body, and my chest has dimples, so I have a vast world."

The youngest Lu thought of his younger sister's squeamish and savage appearance before his mother passed away, but he was inexplicably grateful for the dangerous high fever, otherwise the younger sister would not have grown up overnight, supported the Lu family, and supported the bookworm father and three useless children. The elder brother propped up a small courtyard full of warmth and fragrance.

Even if you travel all over Dayuan and go to the ends of the earth, you will still miss this kind of home...

"Dinner is ready, set up the table!"

Xiaomi's crisp voice interrupted Lu Laosan's thoughts and completely awakened the entire quiet courtyard.

Gao Ren was the first to jump up and ran into the house. After the first day of the new year, Gouzi came back for a few days, and he felt familiar with him, so he also followed with a smile.

By the time Feng Jian and the others entered the room, the tables and chairs had already been set up.

Father Lu rubbed his eyes and came out from the east room to take the main seat, and everyone sat down one by one.

Aunt Jiang was so strong that she brought in four dishes on a big tray.

The dishes are all placed in small dark red clay pots, a pot of stewed vermicelli with chicken and mushrooms, a pot of ants climbing trees, a pot of fried pork slices with wide noodles, and a pot of steamed vermicelli with shrimp.

Xiaomi then sent a pot of radish vermicelli soup, plus a large bowl of cold vegetables.

There are six dishes, not many, but the quantity is large, and there are vermicelli in each dish, which is not heavy.

Father Lu picked up a chopstick and greeted everyone, "It's been a hard day, let's try this new food."

Everyone was waiting for this sentence, how could they be polite, they all stretched out their chopsticks and rushed to start their fancy dishes.

"Hey, this vermicelli is very soft and glutinous. It should be good for the elderly to eat."

"No, I think it's slippery, it's delicious!"

"The rain falling from the Tianshan Mountains is frozen into silver threads, that's all."

Everyone was talking and eating, and they were all full of praise. Only Feng Jian saw that Xiaomi was not present, so she asked Mrs. Jiang standing by the door, "Where is Xiaomi?"

"There is another dish. Xiaomi poured half a pot of oil, and it hurts to see it. I'm hiding."

Aunt Jiang has been with Xiaomi these days, but she has become a bit lively, and her conversation is much more interesting.

Everyone was laughing, and couldn't help looking at the door. Just when Gao Ren couldn't help but rush to the kitchen to take a look, Xiaomi finally came from afar with a big plate of food.

Even before she entered the door, everyone could smell the strong sour aroma, but they were even more puzzled when they saw the large pieces of golden food on the plate, but there was no sauerkraut.

Xiaomi put down the plate, and was the first to pick up a piece for Father Lu, then quickly grabbed another piece for Feng Jian, and finally said, "Try it, everyone, this is a pot bun wrapped in wet starch and fried. Meat, eat while it’s hot and vegetables are crispy.”

Cheng Ziheng and Liu Buqi glanced at the sliced ​​meat in Feng Jian's bowl, and felt even more sour. They were obviously guests, so why did they treat them differently.

But they didn't dare to delay, Gao Ren's chopsticks had already picked up two pieces of meat in the blink of an eye.

The slices of meat, almost the size of a child's palm, were cut into moderate thickness, wearing a crispy coat, tainted with a sweet and sour aroma, after taking a bite, the sweet and sour, crispy, and delicious flavors exploded on the tip of the tongue together. Talking, waiting to wake up, but the chopsticks are crazily stretching into the plate...

The meal was full, and the table was removed. Everyone held the tea bowls and didn't take a sip for a long time. Their stomachs were too full, and there was no room for tea.

Others don't care, Xiaomi usually figured out novel things, and he has gone from habit to numbness, and now it is a matter of course.If Xiaomi followed the rules one day and had nothing unique about it, everyone would be surprised.

But Liu Buqi and Cheng Ziheng came to Lu's house once. They ate and drank with Lu Qian before. They saw altar meat, various meat sauces, light and warm cloaks, and a small stove for heating inkstones. It's novel, but I just think that the fourth girl of the Lu family is extremely intelligent.

But today they tasted the vermicelli with their own mouths, and even participated in the construction of the vermicelli workshop. The two of them really realized the difference between the four girls of the Lu family.

The two of them are considered to have some foundations, so naturally these workshops and other sources of income are indispensable, and they occasionally go shopping a few times to get acquainted with practical affairs, so as not to become fools who don't distinguish between five grains.

But those workshops and shops are also dyeing workshops or cloth villages, grain shops and the like. Xiaomi draws a few drawings at random, and then sets up a workshop, picks up baskets of potatoes at random, and makes a kind of food that Dayuan has never had before. , It is simply a lucrative source of wealth.

The most important thing is that these two outsiders are actually involved in such a big event...

(End of this chapter)