The pot was too big, and even though there was a blazing flame in the stove underneath, it still took almost an hour to cook the pot of pig food into a mess.
The golden old pumpkin has been stirred into pieces, the sweet potatoes have inevitably taken on a light color, and wheat bran, rice bran and corn cob flour have been mixed into a large, sticky pot.
Only the shredded water hyacinth vines that were accidentally put into the pot first were boiled into a pale yellow-green color, giving the originally attractive pig food an unappetizing color.
But everyone in the live broadcast room was patient and waited for this hour.
During this hour, the anchor first played with the dog and disappeared, and then went to tease the long-tailed pheasant - will everyone feel that Guoyi's appearance is honorable?
No, everyone just felt cold. Because the big rooster, which was becoming more and more powerful, saw that the young master wanted to tease his wife (a long-tailed pheasant with a short tail), so the rooster's comb was blood red, and he caught the male long-tailed pheasant and beat it all over the chicken feathers.
, the long tail is so dangerous that one of them must be cut off!
Tragic, really tragic!
Is this the end?
No!
Several treasures from the mountain came down to visit us! But the lens and range were clearly beyond the capabilities of small mobile phones, so in the end everyone looked numbly at the empty live broadcast room, feeling quite at ease.
Be content! There is also a pot of luxurious breakfast for you today!
When Qiao Qiao finally carefully buried the two carefully selected sweet potatoes into the almost burning stove, the pot of pig food was finally cooked.
But it's not over yet.
Even though the pigs were already barking like crazy, it was so hot right out of the pot that I really couldn't give it to them.
Qiao Qiao took a big gourd ladle, scooped ladle after ladle into the bucket, and then put the bucket into the pool to speed up the heat dissipation. She stuffed five buckets into the big pool, and this was the end.
After these five buckets were taken down, only half of the pot of sticky pig food was left.
Not panicking, he added some water, covered the pot, and continued to simmer slowly.
When the sweet potatoes are cooked at noon, add two sticks of firewood and the pig food will still be hot at night, which is perfect for the weather as it gets cooler at night.
This is very considerate. In previous years, pig food would not be cooked until winter.
Qiaoqiao was originally very patient, but the pigs screamed so fiercely and loudly that he sighed helplessly, and then stood by the pigsty, holding a shoe brush and painting several pigs very carefully.
I brushed my hair one by one and watched them groan and fall down, and then I said:
"Stop barking, stop barking! If you scream so loudly, you'll be hungry soon."
But the pig food did not cool down so quickly. Qiao Qiao paused for a moment. He looked at a few pigs and wanted to let go of his voice. He had no choice but to turn over and enter the pig pen, and then brushed their backs one by one with a shoe brush.
This kind of delicate tickling can only be enjoyed here at Qiaoqiao.
The pigs lay there and finally became quiet.
The live broadcast room blocked by the pig pen door:...
[A very new live broadcast]
【Is there anything that my premium membership cannot watch? 】
【What is the secret behind the door】
【Do you want to eat this luxurious breakfast? It's already 7:50!】
[That’s right! Whose pig hasn’t eaten at 8 o’clock? 】
Fortunately, it didn't take long before Qiaoqiao finally stood up and picked up the little red plastic bucket that the pigs loved most.
Buckets of hot pig food were poured into the slender pig trough. Dahei turned his body sideways and stepped into the stone trough with a particularly domineering foot. Guagua ate without raising his head.
But the big fat white pig behind him just pushed forward with all his strength and found the perfect position next to it. Several pigs crowded around and ate wildly, and soon there was a mess on the ground next to the pig trough.
It's a mess.
But Qiao Qiao looked satisfied: "Are you full now? Bye bye, pigs, I'm going to take the children to dry the sweet potatoes."
He rinsed several buckets clean, then picked up the cell phone holder, and headed up the mountain happily.
Everyone in the live broadcast room didn't know why, but they suddenly let out a sigh of relief.
Probably the luxurious breakfast this morning put too much pressure on everyone.
…
Work on the mountain has already entered a fever pitch.
In the large open space of the factory building, everyone gathered together to work happily, and they did not focus on efficiency and setting up the assembly line. When washing the sweet potatoes, they washed them together and when they cut them, they cut them together. Now Qiao Qiao came up the mountain, and the bamboo curtain
There are already several layers on it.
People in the village are not that particular when it comes to drying sweet potatoes. The red and white ones are randomly cut together, and the thickness is about the same.
This drying method is very simple. Just cut into slices and dry them in the sun until they are completely dry. But they taste just like dried chestnuts. Even grinding and sucking them can take an hour.
It is truly a tool for teeth grinding.
Everyone was chatting lively, and if you pick vegetables on weekdays, they are all for sale, which is quite particular. Now, it is very common to cut up these sweet potatoes and pop a piece into your mouth.
Everyone will notice the difference after just one bite:
"These sweet potatoes are so delicious!"
"Old Song, your family's money spent this year is really worth it! Good! It's delicious!"
"Ah, if sweet potatoes could taste like this when I was a kid, we wouldn't have heartburn from eating them."
"You're just bragging! If you eat flat peaches every day, you'll vomit... I don't like sweet potatoes anyway."
Wu Lan also said generously: "Okay, you can come and help me when planting sweet potatoes next year, and I will give you an extra ridge of sweet potato seedlings."
I'm afraid that next year, every household will have to plant other crops in their fields, and they may not be able to take care of this. Then they will have to choose some nook and corner places, and one ridge will be more than enough.
Everyone was laughing happily, and they were somewhat aware of their work during this period. After tasting two slices, they knew they were dried and sold, so they resisted.
It doesn't matter if you try it. But if you eat it endlessly, it will be annoying.
And Qiaoqiao also pinched a piece of sweet potato on the bamboo curtain to show everyone:
"Children, this is the dried sweet potato that our family will be drying. However, it is not the kind that is red, soft and sweet. It will be very hard after drying. A small piece can be eaten for a long time."
His friendly reminder: "So children with bad teeth should not buy it! They can't bite."
Zhang Yanping watched from the side, and then added: "Please note, after drying, this does not look very good, it is a bit grayish-yellow. It is recommended not to give it away."
"But even though it's a bit ugly, it weighs one pound and is much more durable than the soft ones. The shelf life is also very long...it can last for a year without any problem."
The barrage flew by——
[Do you still need to increase the shelf life of the food you sell?]
[Old-fashioned dried sweet potatoes? Ah my love! I really can’t eat the soft ones]
[Giving it away? It’s so funny, I’m lucky if I can grab it]
[What is old-fashioned? Shouldn’t dried sweet potatoes be steamed and sun-dried several times to make them soft, sweet and chewy? 】
[If one slice can be eaten for a long time, it would be more cost-effective and more durable to buy it back, right?]