Since she didn't have the tools to make vermicelli at home, Jiang Miao decided to knead the sweet potato starch and water with her hands to form a uniform dough. She kneaded it into thin strips and put it into the boiling hot water. When the edges of the vermicelli became transparent and floated on the water, It means it's done.
Jiang Miao used half a basket of sweet potatoes and made a full pot of vermicelli. In addition to making hot and sour noodles, sweet potato starch is also delicious when stir-fried.
When Shen Erlang came home from school, he smelled an overbearing sour and spicy smell. He ran to the kitchen before even putting his schoolbag away, and poked his head around to look over.
"Auntie, what delicious food are you cooking?"
Jiang Miaogang mixed the sauce, salt, vinegar, soy sauce, pepper noodles and chili oil in proportion, put the cooked vermicelli in, added peanuts, peas and green vegetables, and topped it with broth. The soup was sour and spicy, and the vermicelli was delicious. Chewy, eating a mouthful of noodles and drinking a mouthful of soup, the long-lost taste made her miss it very much.
"Hot and sour noodles, try it."
Jiang Miao didn't bother herself and cooked a portion for Shen Erlang. His eyes lit up when the vermicelli entered his mouth.
"tasty!"
He doesn't like spicy food, so the taste of hot and sour noodles is just right for him.
"This hot and sour noodles are more delicious than duck blood vermicelli soup!" Shen Erlang said after taking the last sip of the soup and burping.
Not only did he think so, several people in the main room also thought that hot and sour noodles were more delicious.
"They are both flour, but this coarse flour is chewier and the soup base has a stronger taste. If I sell it, it will definitely be popular."
Boss Shen is full of business knowledge, and when he sees something delicious, he can't help but want to sell it for money. However, Jiang Miao made this noodle, so it's up to her how to deal with it.
Jiang Miao doesn't care. She only makes dim sum now. If Dafang wants to sell hot and sour noodles, she can teach them, but the biggest problem now is the lack of raw materials.
Father Shen and Mrs. Zhang searched half of the mountain but only found three baskets of sweet potatoes. They carried them home and were panting from exhaustion.
"Your father and I searched all over, and they're all here."
"Mom and dad, drink some water."
Jiang Miao also expected that there were not many people on the mountain, otherwise she would have seen them several times before.
"Well, these are enough for you to make snacks."
"I won't do it anymore, just keep it as seeds." If Jiang Miao was willing to eat dozens of baskets of potatoes, just these few baskets wouldn't be enough to make seeds.
"Why don't we do it? There are still sweet potato seedlings on the mountain anyway, and they will bear fruit next year." Mrs. Zhang didn't understand Jiang Miao's thoughts and asked her to say that leaving the sweet potatoes would be a waste.
"Mom, these potatoes and sweet potatoes are high-yielding crops. The yield of one acre of land is equal to that of two acres of wheat. I want to plant them in our land next year."
"This..." Mrs. Zhang couldn't make up her mind. People in the country grew wheat and rice, and they couldn't even grow vegetables in the fields. Why would Jiang Miao be allowed to mess around.
Jiang Miao also understood that the old Shen family only had ten acres of land in total. In the past, when they were poor, they were reluctant to eat the food they grew, so they sold it for brown rice. Now that life is better, they can eat white flour, but the output of the land will not be enough. Food at home.
"I want to buy a few acres of land. Don't we still have some idle wasteland in our village? I can just buy it to grow vegetables."
"Didn't we just buy a mountain? Why do we need to buy land again? We can't eat so many vegetables. We can just plant some in our yard."
Mrs. Zhang felt that Jiang Miao was lavish and would rush out as soon as she saved some money.
"We can't eat that much, but we can sell it. Potatoes and sweet potatoes are filling foods. They are cheaper than grain, and even poor families can afford them."
Jiang Miao is still thinking about the famine next year. If she has the chance, she actually wants to promote potatoes and sweet potatoes.
Nowadays, the Yan Dynasty is in dire straits and the common people are still unable to fill their stomachs. In the original book, tens of thousands of people starved to death during the three years of famine. She has no ability to change the plot, but she still wants to help people within her ability.
"Just listen to the third daughter-in-law. After the third brother is admitted to the imperial examination, he should also buy some land. It doesn't cost much to buy land. There is no need to save on this matter."
After all, Father Shen is the head of the family, and Mrs. Zhang has no objections to his decision.
Jiang Miao decided to buy ten acres of land first. The Shen family is now engaged in business, and Father Shen alone cannot handle the work in the field. So Jiang Miao thought about hiring someone to do it, and she already had a candidate in mind.
…
Furong Town has seen a lot of foreigners in recent days, riding tall horses through the streets. Jiang Miaogang was almost hit when he went out on the street.
"Hey, little lady, stop first. Have you seen this person?"
The man on the horse stopped Jiang Miao and opened a scroll to show her. There was a seven or eight-year-old girl painted on it. Ancient painters tended to be freehand, so she could only see that the girl looked pretty, but could not distinguish her appearance.
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Jiang Miao shook her head. The man looked regretful and waved her hand to let her go.
"Brother, you said that the princess has been missing for five years, and her appearance must have changed. The portrait given by the master is of no use." The man on the side scratched his head. They have been looking for it for five years, and they have been missing since the year when they disappeared.
I can't find it, and now it's even more difficult to find a needle in a haystack.
"There will always be someone who recognizes her!" Black Eagle's eyes were firm. If he couldn't find Princess Rongning, the master would never let go of the guilt in his heart. Black Eagle was loyal and would never give up.
"Um."
"Putting the search for people aside for now, I will go back to the capital and inform my master about the famine."
They searched several surrounding cities and towns but found no whereabouts of Princess Rongning. They were supposed to continue searching in other cities, but on the way to find someone, Black Eagle saw that famine was occurring in some places and was spreading. If they didn't pay attention now, the consequences would be
Unimaginable.
Several people turned their horses and walked towards the capital.
Jiang Miao didn't take this episode to heart, but the more she thought about the portrait, the more familiar it became, especially the little girl's eyes. Jiang Miao racked her brains for a while and finally figured out where it was.
Seen it before.
Isn't it just that when she looks in the mirror every day, those almond eyes are exactly the same as hers?
Jiang Miao's heart was pounding. Those people were not looking for her, were they? Was she some kind of royal princess who had been left behind in the world, a noble daughter of a noble family?
Jiang Miao laughed at her own imagination. Not to mention the age difference, they only had similar eyes and other facial features were different.
Besides, the original owner was just a cannon fodder in the book. The noble daughter of the aristocratic family was surrounded by a bunch of servants. How could she be sold as a child bride? Jiang Miao shook her head. She had better not have Cinderella's dream. Working hard to make money is the right way.
"You want to buy the wasteland in the village?" Zhao Dayong was shocked when he heard Jiang Miao's intention. How much money did the old Shen family make buying mountains and land?
"Well, I think the ten acres at the foot of the mountain are deserted and uncultivated. Why don't you sell it to me?"
"It's okay to sell it. Can you grow it?"
"Can outsiders in our village settle down? If the Shen family can't make it, they can ask for help."
"Yes, you can, but you have to be of good character, and sneaky people will definitely not be allowed to come." Zhao Dayong did not expect that Jiang Miao had this idea. Qingquan Village has a small population, and a lot of land in the village is abandoned. If you can find some
Human race is also a harvest.
"Well, he must be an honest and honest person."
Jiang Miao received a positive reply, and her thoughts came true. Ten acres of land cost twenty taels of silver. Zhao Dayong followed her to the town to transfer the land deed. After receiving the money, Zhao Dayong looked excited and looked at Jiang Miao's appearance.
Look at the God of Wealth.
"There are still dozens of acres of wasteland in the village. If you want it, I can keep it all for you!"
His eyes were so eager that Jiang Miao was frightened and quickly refused.
"No, these are enough." She hasn't found a helper yet, so how can she dare to buy so much land.
