SFS Chapter 448: Wen Ya played to the limit and was praised by Chu Chu.
Chapter 448: Wen Ya played to the limit and was praised by Chu Chu.
But Mrs. Li's loud voice came from over there, and she was very anxious: "Miss, stop playing, it's very dirty. You can see that your clothes and shoes are all wet. Hurry, let's go back and change clothes."
Only then did Chu Chu remember that she had forgotten about Wen Ya. Now she was at the mouth of the well, and she must have been playing with water.
He quickly ran over, pulled Wenya up, and patted the water on her hands.
"What are you playing at? Why are they so white?" Wenya's hands were all white.
Chu Chu looked at the patio. There was a wooden basin there, which was full of peeled cow dung potatoes. The basin was filled with thick white slurry. Although it was not a lot, it looked like two or three bowls.
Chu Chu couldn't help but wonder: "Where did this come from?"
Grandma Yan came over with a questioning look on her face: "This slurry is thicker than the one grinded with a stone mill."
"You're not Miss yet. Look, old lady, her hands are all red and one of her fingers is peeling off. She will definitely be scolded by Madam when she goes back... It's all my fault. I ran over and looked at you a few more times. Unexpectedly, Miss Got fun."
Mrs. Li was so anxious that she wanted to cry. She pulled Wen Ya away and wanted to go back.
Zimo also walked over and saw the white color, which was much thicker than that produced by stone grinding, and couldn't help but squat down.
Zimo asked: "Miss, did you use this stone to grind it?"
Mrs. Li said tremblingly: "Yes, I don't know where she got such a rough stone. She may have spent a long time grinding it."
Tears welled up as he spoke, feeling that he would definitely be punished when he went back, and he felt a little distressed when he looked at the young lady's hands.
"Uncle Zimo, you need to grind it, right?" Chu Chu was so excited that she forgot about the pain in Wen Ya's hand.
"Grandma, look, there's so much white pulp and only a little bit of dregs!"
Chu Chu's words made them all squat down and take a closer look. It seemed that Wenya had at least ground two or three cow dung potatoes, but the dregs seemed to be only a small handful at most, and it was easy to get the pulp out of it. , and when you let go, you will find a very dry and very fine residue, unlike the rough grinding material produced by stone grinding, which is still stuck in the stone grinding.
Chuchu immediately jumped up and hugged Wenya who was covered in juice: "Wenya, that's great. You have helped my sister a lot. You are really my lucky star. You are earning gold coins for my sister." !”
Wenya had been standing since she was pulled up just now, a little at a loss. She should have heard that Mrs. Li was blaming her. Her expression was wrong and she wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry.
At this moment, Chu Chu almost hugged her. She seemed to understand Chu Chu's expression and words of praise for her, and she burst out laughing.
That expression seemed to say: My sister praised me!
"It's our method that's wrong. Eleven, you go to the blacksmith shop right away and make a few grinding molds with rough surfaces. Tell the blacksmith what we are used for and let him make it as convenient as possible. It's best to make a few more different ones and come back. Let's Let’s try which one works better first, and then use more when it works well.”
Several people who had been discouraged for several days suddenly became excited. They were getting closer and closer to success.
Looking at the two little pink monkeys, Grandma Yan also greeted Qiuli and Mrs. Li with a happy face: "You should quickly take the ladies to change clothes and then come back. Grandma will steam rice noodles for you. I won't do it today and will all eat rice noodles." "
Grandma Yan and a few maids had already made steamed rice noodles with cassava flour. The children ate a lot of it for a while, but they still found it delicious.
After working hard for so many days, I can finally rest and have good food to eat. Even the guards and maids cheered.
"Chu Chu remembers to bandage Wen Ya's sister, let her apply your bottle of plaster, and let her drink some water."
Hearing this, Chuchu was very happy knowing that the big problem was solved. She couldn't help but pick up Wenya's face and kissed her twice. Wenya giggled happily, and her laughter infected everyone.
Sure enough, there is a bright future.
three days later.
Zimo personally went to invite Mr. Li and Mr. Chen to the rented courtyard.
Everyone was very surprised to hear that they had secretly made sweet potato flour.
So Mr. Li called over a dozen of his subordinates.
When they entered the small courtyard, they saw a lot of things piled up in the courtyard, and the floor was wet and no place was dry. They all became suspicious.
More than a dozen officials were stunned when they saw that the maids and guards did not stop their operations, and even the children Hongying and Chuchu were helping.
However, Wenya was held by Granny Li and did not let her get close, and just watched from a distance.
"This is the process of making potato starch. Adults can watch it from beginning to end."
Next to the patio under the tree, a guard was cleaning the cow dung potatoes. Next, a guard began to peel them. After that, the guard was still grinding the pulp with an iron tool.
After reading this, Zimo led them to the stove in the innermost kitchen. The kitchen was so small that there was almost no space for more than a dozen people to stand in, and it became completely dark.
Fortunately, the fire in the fire pit was burning brightly and could not be seen.
Inside were several maids, one of whom scooped white juice into a dustpan. However, this dustpan was different from the round dustpans seen in Haiyang County. Instead, it was replaced with a brand new square dustpan.
One is making a fire to steam the rice noodles, while the other is using a dustpan to scrape off the cooked rice noodles with a thin piece of bamboo.
A maid standing at the back waited until the noodle roll was passed to her chopping board. She raised her knife and cut the noodle roll, which was nearly a foot long, into inch-wide vermicelli.
After cutting several rolls in succession, another woman came over and took the noodles that had been cut into another dustpan outside the yard.
The two waiting guards there tore the vermicelli in the old lady's dustpan into strips, and then dried them on the shed.
The simple drying shed is very simple. A few bamboo poles are placed horizontally on a triangular frame made of wood. The vermicelli is hung directly on the bamboo poles. It will not break when hung down on both sides. It is quite tough.
The vermicelli hanging on the outermost bamboo poles must have been drying for two or three days and looks almost dry.
"Sir, come and have a look." He stood outside the bamboo pole and greeted them. There was a large basket beside Zimo's feet. The dried vermicelli in it had been tied into neat little bundles with thatch. One bundle also weighs one and a half pounds.