What happened to Sweet Potato was still spread in the village, but the villagers only talked about it privately and went to the dealer's door to find out.
Everyone has said that they are willing to teach the rice field fish how to raise fish for free, which is already a huge favor.
Farmers like them don't understand the truth, but they can't be shameless. When they see something new happening, they want to get a share of the pie.
But regardless of the private discussions of the villagers, the banker has hung some incomprehensible things in the courtyard these days.
Thin and long, white and transparent.
If it weren't for the wrong color, it would look like noodles.
Some people who couldn't hold back their curiosity came up and asked, and the only answer they got was "fans".
But no one knows what "fans" are. They are very busy and don't have time to explain it to you.
But everyone is guessing whether it was the dealer's girl who made it again, but they don't know whether it is for eating or for use.
The three bankers have been exhausted these past few days.
It is really not easy to make sweet potato vermicelli. I thought that the cutting and grinding in the front would be hard work, but the actual leaking of the vermicelli at the end is really torturous.
One hand had to be held high, and the other hand had to keep tapping at a constant speed. She was used to doing farm work, and she couldn't bear it. In the end, Shen Ling took over the job, leaving her and her mother to worry about lighting the fire and cooking.
Just let it dry.
But the hard work paid off. As soon as the home-made vermicelli was made, they tasted it. It was soft and smooth, and had a completely different texture from the same noodles. Whether it was made with bone broth or braised with soy and vinegar, it was the same.
Deliciously tight.
"Aling, I want to teach the village how to make dried sweet potatoes and sweet potato vermicelli. Do you think that's okay?"
Zhuang Keqing was lighting the fire, and Shen Ling, who was still knocking powder in front of the stove, said:
She has been thinking about this for a long time.
The tofu business at home is already booming, and the three of them are too busy. If dried potatoes and vermicelli are added to the mix, they may not be able to rest all day long.
My mother and I are used to being busy, but A Ling can't do that. Reading and practicing calligraphy require a lot of effort. He will take the exam in February next year, so how can he waste time on such trivial matters.
It's not that I haven't thought about hiring villagers to help, but the making of dried potatoes and vermicelli is really not complicated. You can learn 90% of it just by watching it once. And we don't have the supply of raw materials, as long as someone is smart enough to learn the recipe.
, once you make it, you can sell it cheaper than your own price.
If there is a dispute over interests, I am afraid that all the good reputation accumulated before will be completely ruined.
It would be better to just give the prescription away, but she intended to give it to the village, not to an individual.
"Whatever you think, just do it."
Shen Ling knocked on the bamboo tube that leaked powder and replied.
"Um."
Zhuang Keqing responded in a low voice and continued to light the fire.
Only the last pot of powder paste is left. After the leakage is done, hang it up to dry in the sun for a few days.
She still had to think about how to talk to the village chief about this matter.
On the other side, Mrs. Qian heard about Su Gan again and couldn't sit still at home.
She muttered and asked Zhuang Er to run to Qin Manzhi's house and ask for the method of making dried potatoes no matter what.
"Didn't you come to help her collect grain before? Isn't this considered a favor?"
Mrs. Qian sat under the eaves with her legs crossed, and glanced sideways at her second son who was standing at the door looking embarrassed.
"Mom, I didn't do the harvesting alone, and the village chief asked me to do it!" Zhuang Er never thought that his mother would be interested in this sweet potato, and even forced herself to come to ask her sister-in-law for help.
How can he have such a face!
There is no explanation for what the third brother did. How could he, the second brother, have the shame to come to ask for anything?
He is not that greedy.
"Go if you are told! I don't want to make the tofu recipe anymore, but I have to get these dried potatoes!"
After dusting off the dust on his trousers, Mrs. Qian didn't bother to look at her second son, who couldn't stand up to the public, and said, "Just say, I am her mother-in-law, even if the family is separated, this is what she should be filial to! That's right.
Son, you can make sense wherever you go!"
Seeing Zhuang Er standing still, she snorted again, "If you don't go, don't call me mother in the future! I don't have a useless son like you!"
These words are really serious. It is just a recipe for dried potatoes. It is not like this. Who would believe it if I put it aside?
But Zhuang Er believed it.
He has known since he was a child that he is the one least liked by his mother. The eldest brother above him can do things, and the third brother below him can talk. He is the only one who is average at work and stupid in speech.
"Mom, don't be angry, I'll just go."
Zhuang Er was afraid that his mother would be angry, so he had no choice but to go out.
Along the way, he was thinking about how to talk to his sister-in-law. It was not until he stood outside the courtyard that he remembered that he had come empty-handed and didn't even bring anything decent.
Even the ones with beans and sesame seeds are good.
Zhuang Er was slapping his head in worry outside, and happened to be spotted by Zhuang Keqing who was coming out of the kitchen to dry his powder.
"Second uncle?"
Zhuang Er didn't expect his niece to see him clearly like this. The tall man with wheat-colored skin suddenly turned red even to the root of his neck.
"Hey, niece."
Touching his head in embarrassment, Zhuang Er just stood outside speechless.
As soon as Zhuang Keqing rolled his eyes, he knew that his second uncle must have come to ask for something.
"Second uncle, if you have anything to do, come in and talk. Don't stand outside, you'll be too hot in the sun."
With that said, she put down the wooden basin in her hand and walked over to open the door.
Zhuang Er nodded repeatedly and followed in.
Zhuang Keqing asked people to go sit in the main room first, and went to the kitchen to talk to Shen Ling and let him rest for a while. There were guests at home.
"Second uncle is here."
Shen Ling had a good impression of this second uncle, so he put aside what he was doing and went with Zhuang Keqing to say hello.
"Second uncle."
"Hey." Zhuang Er nodded awkwardly. He glanced at Shen Ling, who had an indifferent look on his face, and then at Zhuang Keqing, who was smiling beside him. He wanted to praise the man's talent and beauty, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out of his mouth.
Didn't hold it back.
It’s really embarrassing for such a big man and an elder to not even be able to say a decent word!
Shoji suddenly became discouraged.
Forget it, if he is scolded by his mother, he will be scolded by his mother. He really has no shame in asking his sister-in-law for the recipe.
"Second brother, why are you here?"
As soon as Qin Manzhi came out of the back room with Aman in her arms, she saw her deceased husband's second brother sitting in the main room of her house, with her daughter and son-in-law standing aside. The atmosphere was awkward and strange.
"Sister-in-law."
Zhuang Er touched his nose and didn't know how to answer. At this time, Aman called out twice and waved in Zhuang Er's direction, as if to say hello to him.
"Ah, I just came to see Aman. My wife said she would do her best to make him an autumn coat."
An idea flashed in Zhuang Er's head, and he suddenly said this long paragraph as if he had found his tongue.
But Qin Manzhi is not stupid. She certainly understands that Zhuang Er is not just here for this.
"Second brother, I would like to thank my sister-in-law for your kindness. However, we have already cut Aman's autumn clothes, so we don't need those many."
The smile on Zhuang Er's face froze, showing some helplessness and worry, which made people look a little pitiful.
"Second Uncle, do you have anything else to do here? If we can help, just say so."
Zhuang Keqing poured Zhuang Er a glass of water.
Her second uncle is not a naughty person. Looking at his embarrassed look, he must be hiding something in his heart, but he can't say it out loud. Why not just ask yourself. If he can really help, she will be happy to do so.
Zhuang Er originally planned not to mention that matter, but his niece asked directly and her expression was sincere. After struggling a few times, he felt relieved and finally told what the old lady said.
"I also know that I have no face to come, but my mother is really pressing me hard."
"Sister-in-law, I really don't know about the third brother. If I knew, I would never let him do this!"
After hearing this, Qin Manzhi's face became a little ugly.
The scandalous things that Zhuang San did were so outrageous that no one wanted to mention them now. But her second brother was obviously here to ask for help, but she still had to talk about it again, even though she knew he couldn't speak.
But it still makes people feel uneasy and panicked.
Zhuang Keqing only found it funny.
This second uncle of hers is really interesting, and he is so stupid that even someone with a temper like my mother's is angry.
But this dried potato recipe is really not an expensive thing. If her cheap grandma wants it, she can just give it to her.
After suppressing Qin Manzhi's words of refusal, Zhuang Keqing smiled and said: "Second uncle, I will tell you Fangzi right now. Just remember it. It's actually very simple..."
Zhuang Er picked up the oil paper bag in his hand and walked home in a daze. He never expected that his niece would give him the recipe for dried potatoes so easily, without any hidden secrets.
Not only that, before leaving, I even brought him a bag saying that I would come back and give it to my baby.
Well, how can he, the second uncle, repay such a huge favor!
