A charming fireworks floated out of the kitchen of Nihu's family, soothing the hearts of these mortals.

The sweet potatoes I picked had already been divided up, and the lonely mill in front of the village chief's house became a popular hot commodity. The villagers who were assigned to the sweet potatoes were afraid that the sweet potatoes would break, so they could crush them hard, crush them all into powder and dry them up.

There are almost every village where there are broken boats, and there are three kilograms of nails, and there is not even this mill. When planting dry wheat in the past, no one wanted to eat a few bites of fried wheat.

Without cows and horses, every household squeezes sweet potatoes into juice and drains out the slurry and drys it.

The only disadvantage is that the yield rate of sweet potatoes is too low. Ten kilograms of sweet potatoes can produce more than one kilogram of flour. Each family gets a few baskets of sweet potatoes and squeeze them into sweet potato flour. It would be amazing to fill a basket of sweet potatoes.

However, other powder residues can be fed to pigs and animals, and it is not completely useless!

The people on the entire mountain are in a state of great expectation. They are looking forward to coming soon next year, so that they can plant sweet potatoes and harvest them quickly. One acre is said to have two or three thousand kilograms of sweet potatoes, but there are hundreds of kilograms of flour to eat. Who doesn’t have dozens of acres of wasteland? If you are more diligent and cultivate the deserted slopes on the mountain, you can’t imagine the harvest. There will be no food for the next year!

Nihu was still immersed in the deliciousness of the bowl of pork vermicelli made by the girl from the Liang family at night.

The pork with some spices picked from the mountains, such as pepper, cinnamon, ginger, dogwood, is of course the taste of stewed, but even if he is a real person, the wild animals in the mountains cannot hold on to him to serve the meat every day.

Cut a small piece of pork and put it in the vermicelli. The vermicelli is the protagonist. At most, the pork is considered a green leaf. A handful of salt and a little vinegar will make them feel that their life is satisfied.

If you eat meat every day, it is not a life, it is not a life, it is a life that cannot be eaten with yourself. One day, can you not get the meat? Will you still eat this food?

Liang Chuan said that vermicelli can not only be stewed, but also fried and mixed, and you can do whatever you feel comfortable!

This kind of trick is not more convenient than rice. Every household has hundreds of kilograms of noodles. If you can't finish it, you can take it to the market to sell it. Wouldn't your life be improved immediately in the future?

Even if it is not made into powder, the sweet potatoes are roasted and steamed, and the taste is as good as the wild vegetables on the mountain. Whose family will have a hard time in the future?

Liang Chuan smiled. If sweet potatoes are planted, the sweet potato leaves are the best dish. Put them in the pot without even needing oil star seeds. Add some water and stir-fry them. It will be a delicious dish!

Isn’t this a life-saving dish! The fruits buried in the ground can be eaten, the leaves growing on the ground can still be eaten, and the whole body is full of treasures. Whoever doesn’t plant them is a fool!

The method of growing sweet potatoes is even simpler. Cut the sweet potato into small pieces and bury them in the soil. Next year, you can grow into a large piece of black seedlings. You can scatter the weeds in the ground to prevent water accumulation. You can get a good harvest no matter what!

This is easier to obtain than wild wild vegetables. Wild vegetables may not necessarily be available after they grow this year and next year. As a result, as long as the soil is still there, it will be impossible for generations to finish them!

After Xiao Tianshi left in the mountains, it rained again, an autumn rain and a cold, the mountain road became muddy, and the mountain road at night was even worse. If you accidentally fell into the valley, Yang Xiu walked in anger and annoyed!

She knew what kind of person Liang Chuan was.

The ten fingers are not touched by spring water. Going to the cottage at home is more time than going to the kitchen. Where can I cook or something? This is such a wild animal-like man who has improved their kimchi in Shu, and now it has turned decay into magic, turning sweet potatoes, something that everyone is afraid of when they eat, into daily food!

She really wanted to ask where Liang Chuan learned it here. How could a person have so many things? He can sell bamboo weaving, make mosquito coils, make kimchi, and also know how to make sweet potato powder?

Yang Xiu took a few bites of the pork vermicelli from Nihu's house. She didn't think much about the meat, but her intuition told her that this sweet potato flour is of great use!

These sweet potato powders made can be fragrant when used to cook the mountain pork that is so irritating. If they are used for stir-frying and steaming, will the ingredients be more delicious?

As soon as he got off the mountain, Yang Xiu moved out the sweet potatoes left in the kiln in his hometown and put them on the mill to press the sweet potato powder. Yi Niang thought Yang Xiu was stimulated by something, and Liang Chuan's inadvertent intention was really exciting to him!

She couldn't stand Liang Chuan's wind and clouds, and her creativity was simply crushing to her. Their creativity was summarized by countless predecessors. Liang Chuan was like he was talking nonsense! He was like rubbing the efforts of their predecessors on the ground!

In the middle of the night, the rumbling sound of the millet made people a little scared, and Yang Xiu's unyielding spirit was even more scary.

No one knew when Yang Xiu had been making sweet potato powder that night. They only knew that the next day, a large piece of sweet potato powder condensed in the water tank, and a layer of oil film floated on it.

It took only one day for the sweet potatoes in Fengshan to become popular. Most of the people who purchased the sweet potatoes were from Shi Cang, who bought them at extremely low prices and bought them away the chicken ribs that the people of Fengshan thought were tasteless.

The price of selling sweet potatoes by ordinary people in Fengshan is extremely low, and the price is even about half of the local rice price.

People on both sides feel that they have made money. Fengshan villagers are worried about digesting so many sweet potatoes. As for Shi Cang people, even if they buy them and roast them and steam them, they will not feel greasy at first. Instead, the sweet potatoes greatly satisfy their taste buds!

It rained all night, and the sun was particularly dazzling the next day. It was bright and the sun was shining. Liang Chuan had just gotten up, and Yang Xiu had been busy for a long time!

"Why, do you still have to make vermicelli? Yesterday's stewed vermicelli tasted good!" Liang Chuan was surprised to see the crystal powder in a yard. Is this woman crazy? She made so many vermicelli in one night. Could it be that she was crushing the powder in the rain yesterday?

Yang Xiu said stubbornly: "I don't believe in evil. Sweet potatoes can really make such delicious flour, like noodles. Then sweet potatoes will not be treasured in the future!"

Liang Chuan smiled and said, "Don't let the pork vermicelli beans. Go to the river to find horse eggs and beat two grass carp, and then make a plate of clams and snails. I'll let you know what vermicelli is and what deliciousness is!"

No, there are new dishes!

Could it be that Liang Chuan is the Kitchen God, or not? Any kind of dish you can make can be turned into flowers in your hands. She has cooked dishes for decades, but it is better than Liang Chuan to do it casually!

It’s so annoying that people are more popular!

Yang Xiu went to get fish and snails, but Liang Chuan didn't rest. He ran to the iron shop in Fengshan. He wanted to make a pallet!

Since the peppers were planted, Liang Chuan had long wanted to make many vegetables and try them out by himself. However, over the years, it has been either such or such things. The bad things about the dog skin have been pestering him. He was worried about life and a few taels of silver. At this moment, he can finally settle down and enjoy his life!

Ma Dan was still studying in the school. Yang Xiu and Wen Boyan helped him take a leave for a while. Over the years, this boy had a slutty name and even made the fishing career that Liang Chuan passed on to him bigger and stronger. From time to time, he would make an appointment with friends in the school. When he got tired of sweet potatoes, he went to the river to raise a fire and roast two fresh fish to eat.

The fish was brought soon, and there were countless clams in the sand on the river beach. It was so fresh to make soup. There were snails in the river. In the era without chili, few people would stare at this little thing with less than two taels of meat. They would eat it and not be full!

At home, Liang Chuan's carbon was already set up. The iron tray on it was roasted by a fierce fire, drizzled with sesame oil, and the iron tray began to rise happily.

Yang Xiu's grass came just right, good guy, with a stem of grass strung on the gills. Liang Chuan took it and lifted it up. Two big guys with four or five pounds! His tail was still domineeringly in the air!

Liang Chuan put the fish on the case and slapped it to death, scraping the scales and slashing his stomach and cheeks. His skillful movements made the women secretly shocked.

The two fresh fish brushes turned into dozens of fish fillets. Liangchuan, the freshly prepared sweet potato powder, took it without hesitation, mixed it with the fish meat, and on the other side, threw the ginger, garlic, peppercorns from the house into the tray filled with oil. The aroma of the pot came towards him, and even Yang Xiu couldn't help swallowing.

Pour the fragrant ingredients into the iron pot, add water and boil, put the fish bones and meat into the pot and cook them. Put the fish into the pot, add dried chili, put the fish on the tray, and then pour the peppers on. Sprinkle all the fragrant scallion and coriander on the brain, and the work is done!

Yi Niang was drunk and asked in a daze: "What's the name?"

Liang Chuan smiled and said, "This is a famous dish in our hometown called Boiled Live Fish! Hurry up, will you enjoy this fish with chopsticks?"

Just looking at the red and green color scheme makes people's index fingers move, and smelling the aroma of meat and scallion oil makes people unable to stop. Several women took the chopsticks, and the fish meat disappeared like a wind blowing the clouds, and they all entered the mouths of these women!

Liang Chuan smiled and said, "In the past, we only ate grilled fish. This fish is good to eat. After the fish is finished, Yang Xiu's powder is pressed out. Then put it in this hot pot and cook it with flavor. It will have a more flavor!"

Yang Xiu's temper was completely gone. The Sichuan girl's temperament made her cheerful and generous than anyone else. She asked Liang Chuan directly: "Is this what the boss cooks in Bianjing? Where did you steal the teacher?"

Liang Chuan waved his hand and said, "How can we do it? People in our hometown can do it all over the streets. In summer, order a plate of this fish and a few small pieces of wine. This life is called life!"

Yang Xiu knew that he couldn't tell Liang Chuan. His hometown was Fengshan? Yang Xiu had lived here for several years. The first time he saw someone doing this, could it be that there was a ghost?
Chapter completed!