Travel through the famine years with your space, and become the richest man in five countries with your children Chapter 140: Please give everyone some fans
As the first batch of sweet potato vermicelli was cut out and dried on bamboo poles, everyone seemed to see hope.
The sun is strong now, and these sweet potato vermicelli will be very dry after three days in the sun.
If these sweet potato vermicelli are really easy to sell, the business will surely be very good in the future, and the sweet potatoes from all over the country will become golden.
Everyone's eyes were intense, but Shen Qingyu heard the feedback from Uncle Li Zheng.
"Qingyu, someone came and asked me why the sweet potatoes had to be washed so cleanly? If they are not clean and they can't be eaten, what can they do? I can't explain it to them..."
It turns out that some sweet potatoes have pits on them, making it very difficult to clean them by hand.
In this case, if you have to use a knife or something to dig, it will be very time-consuming.
They wanted to save trouble, but Shen Dasong directly took over the task of checking the cleanness of the sweet potatoes. If they were a little bit unclean, he would call them back and ask them to wash them again.
It also saves Xiao Taohua from being embarrassed to offend others due to favors and face.
Anyway, now he has no worries, no children, and no fear of offending anyone.
Uncle Li Zheng listened to some people's complaints, saying that Shen Dasong was too strict and refused to allow any dirt. They couldn't figure it out.
Shen Qingyu thought for a moment and understood.
Rural people don't pay special attention to "standards" and "food hygiene". They can't kill people anyway, so they can just make do with it?
Therefore, they do not understand the fact that sweet potatoes must be washed, and it is normal for them to complain.
Shen Qingyu thought for a while and told Uncle Li Zheng directly: "Please inform me that we will not harvest sweet potatoes tomorrow. You are like this..."
Uncle Li Zheng was surprised when he heard this, but he agreed.
If this idea is not unified, conflicts with fellow villagers will inevitably occur in the future.
So early the next morning, Shen Qingyu went to the sweet potato flour workshop.
There was already a long queue outside the workshop, all coming to deliver sweet potatoes.
She checked it carefully and found that although everyone had washed it carefully, it was inevitable that there was mud in some gullies and they had not dug it out with a knife.
Seeing Shen Qingyu coming, everyone suddenly became noisy.
"Qingyu? Why haven't you started collecting sweet potato vermicelli today? Everyone has been waiting for a long time."
Shen Qingyu smiled and said: "Everyone came very early today. I see that some of them came from other villages. They must not have had breakfast yet?"
Everyone was stunned and nodded: "Isn't that right? Come here early so it's not so hot. Just finish it so you can go home and dig out a pick of sweet potatoes to bring over."
Shen Qingyu nodded with a smile: "That's just right. The sweet potato someone sent yesterday had mud in it. I didn't check it out. It has been made into sweet potato starch. It can't be wasted. Today, I invite everyone to try half a bowl of hot and sour sweet potato vermicelli." Shen Qingyu waved, and everyone in the sweet potato flour workshop brought a large wooden tray that was used when making banquet noodles in the countryside.
On the plate are neat bowls of spicy and sour sweet potato vermicelli.
The red oil is poured on the sweet potato vermicelli, which makes people feel appetizing.
"Come on, one bowl per person, let's try it."
Someone quickly picked up a bowl and took a bite.
The hot and sour sauce was perfectly prepared. When they took it into their mouths, they wanted to praise it, but the next second, their expressions changed.
There is sand in the sweet potato flour, and if you're not careful, it will chip your teeth.
Some people bit so hard that they almost formed a mask of pain.
"Ouch! There is sand in your sweet potato vermicelli!"
"That's right, my teeth are all bruised!"
Shen Qingyu continued to smile: "Yes, these are the vermicelli made from the sweet potatoes you sent yesterday. After eating this vermicelli, do you think a bowl of vermicelli can be sold for thirty cents?"
Someone was quick to speak and sneered: "Just this one mouthful of powder, and it still contains sand, can it be sold for thirty cents? I don't want even three cents!"
Shen Qingyu looked at the person who was speaking, nodded and smiled: "But this sweet potato powder is going to be sold at Guiyun Tower in Fucheng and Beijing for one tael of silver! After all, this one mouthful is thirty cash!"<
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"Hiss..." Someone took a breath!
"Why is it so expensive?" someone questioned.
"What kind of person is willing to eat such expensive food?"
Everyone suddenly stood up in shock.
Shen Qingyu's smile faded: "If all this sweet potato flour is of this quality and sold at such an expensive price, who would buy it?"
"Whoever buys it is a fool!"
"Even if he buys it, he will eat a mouthful of sand from time to time. Will he buy it a second time?"
"If no one buys it, what will I do with the sweet potatoes from all over the country? And give them a high price of ten cents per catty? No matter how much I make, I can't sell them!"
"If I am going to lose money by doing it, then I might as well not do it!"
"When the business is over, your sweet potatoes will have to be kept for your own consumption or fed to pigs. Will you pay ten cents per catty?"
"You can go to the town and ask around. Fresh sweet potatoes can be sold for five cents per pound, which is pretty good! Not many people want them!"
"Do you want this?"
Everyone fell silent and looked at each other.
No wonder Shen Qingyu repeatedly asked everyone to wash up. It turns out that the consequences of not washing up are so serious!
Xiao Taohua lowered her head with guilt on her face.
When she first started harvesting sweet potatoes yesterday, she felt that she didn’t need to take it too seriously. She could just look at it and see that it was about the same. As for the sediment in the gaps, she let it go.
Later, during Shen Dasong's inspection, he was extremely strict, and many people's sweet potatoes were sent back for re-washing.
The sweet potatoes at the back are now clean.
Shen Qingyu simply added "ingredients" to the sixty kilograms of sweet potato flour that was ground out at the beginning, and directly made it into hot and sour vermicelli for everyone to try.
Now, everyone understands the importance of cleaning up the sediment.
Seeing that everyone had tasted the spicy and sour sweet potato noodles with added ingredients, and she explained why, Shen Qingyu then looked at the people in line.
"Everyone should check it out on their own. If there is nothing clean, you can go to the spring stream at the door and wash it again. In the future, you should wash it clean before sending it over."
Everyone looked at their sweet potatoes, and most of them needed to be washed again.
Some of them cleaned them carefully and brought them directly to them, asking Shen Dasong and Xiao Taohua to check them.
Xiao Taohua checked extra carefully this time, and soon heard the sound of copper coins. Someone successfully passed the scale, got a bunch of money, and happily prepared to go home.
When Shen Dalan's sweet potatoes were delivered, Xiao Taohua knelt down and inspected them, but stopped talking.
Xiao Taohua subconsciously looked at Shen Dasong, her eyes full of pleas for help.
Just as Shen Dasong was about to intervene, Shen Qingyu grabbed him and signaled him not to go over with his eyes.
Shen Dasong was dragged and had no choice but to say nothing. Xiao Taohua's expectations were disappointed, and when she looked at Shen Qingyu again, she subconsciously had a plea.
Shen Qingyu said nothing and looked at Xiao Taohua expressionlessly.
If Xiao Taohua is still soft-hearted this time, her sweet potato flour workshop will not use her in the future.
People who are too cowardly cannot afford to do anything, so they can only go home to cook and take care of the children.
Shen Dallan looked impatient: "Hurry up! Why are you so slow? You've all been washed..."
Shen Qingyu looked at the sweet potatoes. They were a little cleaner than yesterday, but they were still far from the level where all the mud and sand in the potholes had been washed away.
Shen Dalan didn't dig out the mud in the potholes, but just brought it over.