The spirit of fighting for one’s dreams is worthy of praise.

Plus, his dream is so great.

"I happened to get a military book that my father had read before. Just wait and I'll find it."

After saying that Awen turned around and walked into the room, closed the door and entered the space, found a copy of Sun Tzu's Art of War, made the book no longer so new, and walked out of the room slowly.

"Here, here you go."

Duan Jiahong took the book titled Sun Tzu's Art of War, smiled and bowed heavily: "Thank you Awen."

Awen immediately returned the favor: "You're welcome."

The rain stopped for a while in the afternoon, Duan Jiahong left, and the Zhu family went back to dig some sweet potatoes.

After dinner in the evening, my uncle Liang Changhai said he was going to the county town to find something to do. The village is still flooded and there is nothing he can do.

He couldn't keep eating at Zhu's house, so he decided to go to the county town to find something to do first.

Awen hasn't made sweet potato flour yet, so she doesn't dare to brag, and she doesn't say anything either.

That's how it was decided.

The next day, Liang Changhai went to the county seat despite heavy rain.

Awen immediately mobilized her eldest and second sisters to start washing the sweet potatoes.

It is urgent to make sweet potato flour a success.

As for how to press sweet potatoes, I have no choice but to manually chop them into cubes and grind them with a stone grinder.

It would be great if we had a machine, it would save a lot of time.

At this moment, we can only grind it with a stone grinder like soy milk.

There is a stone mill next to Zhu's house, which is very convenient for Awen.

She didn't dare to say that she would definitely succeed, so she could only do a little bit first.

Grind it into powder first and then make it into vermicelli.

Everyone had experience in making tofu, so they didn’t panic. Grandpa looked curiously at what kind of good things could come out of these sweet potatoes.

Grandma helped find a piece of clean cloth for filtering. Only after filtering can the powder be produced, which can then be used to eat smooth meat.

Everyone has been busy all afternoon, and even if it rains outside, it can't stop their high spirits.

During dinner, the sweet potatoes were filtered into a large vat. Looking at the white powder settling below, Awen smiled happily.

I can try making vermicelli tomorrow.

Liang Jiali followed Awen, looked at the powder in the jar and asked Awen next to her: "Can it succeed?"

Awen looked at her firmly: "We must succeed. Eat early, go to bed early, and get up early tomorrow."

"Okay."

Zhu looked at the heavy burden on Awen's young shoulders. She walked to Awen and blamed herself: "It's all my mother's fault. It doesn't matter if I can't do this well. My mother will work harder."

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Awen knew what Zhu wanted to express, so she smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, mother, Awen knows."

Like most women, Ms. Zhu helps farm with her parents’ family and her husband’s family, without having a job of her own.

She used to rely on Liang Changhe, but now that Liang Changhe has failed, she can only work harder on the land, but she still can't make much money.

"Have you ever thought about cooking, mother?"

Zhu smiled and touched Awen's head: "Silly girl, generally all the cooks are men, and there are very few women. Unless you work as a spoon cook in a wealthy family, my mother's skills are too poor."

Awen lowered her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head: "Who says women can't hold spoons? Let's be the ones who hold spoons ourselves."

Zhu looked at Awen with a smile, but didn't think there was anything she said. This job was not just talk. Without those three axes, he wouldn't take on the porcelain job.
Chapter completed!