Tao Zhu and Li Chuntao have superb cooking skills. Although it was their first time to cook these two dishes, because the preparation of these two dishes was not much different from their usual meals, they quickly cooked the ants on the tree and Hot and sour noodles are made.
At this time, Li Dashan also called Li Liang Wang Guihua, Li Ershan, Li Xiaoshan, Li Xiaolan and Zheng Qianqian.
Li Qiao made too much jelly and oil-stewed rice for just the few of them to finish, so Li Qiao called more people over and everyone ate together.
Anyway, he made a lot of sweet potato starch, so he can cook it vigorously.
"Wow, this vermicelli is so soft and fragrant."
Zheng Qianqian took a small bowl and ate the ants on the tree. The vermicelli was stained with pork foam and spicy from chili peppers. He picked up a large chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth. The soft and delicious taste made him squint his eyes.
tasty!
"This hot and sour rice noodle is also delicious. It's sour and spicy. I'm sweating after taking one bite of the noodles and one bite of the soup. It's so satisfying."
Li Dashan stood beside him and recommended the hot and sour noodles to him with a smile: "You must try it later!"
Hearing this, Zheng Qianqian raised her eyes and looked at him.
It was already dark at this time, but there were several oil lamps burning in the kitchen, so Zheng Qianqian could see the red spicy oil on both sides of his mouth.
Moreover, the hot and sour rice noodles were a bit spicy, which made him get snot bubbles in his nose.
Zheng Qianqian turned around in disgust. He was a pretty young man, so he didn't want to do this in public: "I want to eat jelly later."
"The jelly is also delicious, but the fried jelly is a bit cold. I will put some dry firewood in the stove to heat it up for you."
Li Dashan said quickly.
Hearing this, Zheng Qianqian glanced at Li Liang and Wang Guihua, who were eating hot and sour noodles from bowls, and then gave Li Dashan a small roll of his eyes.
"Your parents haven't eaten fried jelly either. Go and heat it up."
"Okay." Li Dashan said, putting down the half-eaten hot and sour noodles in his hand, running to the stove and stuffing dry firewood into the stove.
Wang Guihua looked at this scene and clicked her tongue. The little brother is still considerate. Li Dashan, a silly boy, has forgotten his parents before he even gets married.
However, she ignored Li Dashan and did not interfere in the young man's affairs.
She looked at Li Qiao with a smile: "This vermicelli is delicious and slippery. Brother Zhu, how did you make it? I don't see anything added in it."
"If you can eat a bowl of this in the middle of winter, your whole body will feel comfortable."
"This is very simple. I added the bean paste and chili oil that Li Qiao taught me to make. It's easy to make this flavor."
Tao Zhu immediately told Wang Guihua how to make hot and sour noodles.
There was spicy oil on his mouth as he ate, but he didn't wipe it off yet.
It’s all stained anyway, so wipe it off after eating.
One bowl was not enough. He would have to have another bowl later.
In fact, he ate a lot of stewed rice noodles and jelly in the afternoon, and just now he ate half a bowl of Ants Climbing a Tree, but now he still wanted to eat it.
The taste of hot and sour noodles is amazing.
"No wonder." Wang Guihua nodded.
The bean paste made by Li Qiao has a lot of oil and aniseed in it. It is delicious no matter how you eat it.
Beside her, Li Liang picked up a handful of vermicelli with chopsticks like Li Dashan eating noodles, and with a slurp, half the bowl of vermicelli went into his mouth.
After two or three chopsticks went down, the vermicelli in the bowl was gone.
He took a sip of the soup, stood up with satisfaction, and prepared to fill the pot with another bowl.
The joy of being a fan is so wonderful.
He couldn't help but said: "Xiaoqiao, if you can make this kind of vermicelli from sweet potatoes, our ancestral graves are really smoking, hahaha."
As soon as these words came out, Li Qiao couldn't help laughing, while Wang Guihua glared at Li Liang: "Where are you? Xiao Qiao will take the imperial examination in the future!"
Although this vermicelli is very good, it cannot occupy the green smoke of the Li family's ancestral grave.
The green smoke from the Li family's ancestral graves must be reserved for Li Qiao to take the imperial examination!
"Look at my mouth, I did say something wrong." Li Liang thought of this and immediately raised his hand to slap his mouth with quite a force: "I didn't say anything just now, you didn't hear anything."
He quickly changed the subject: "Xiaoqiao, how do you plan to sell these vermicelli? Are you going to buy other people's sweet potatoes to make these vermicelli?"
"I haven't thought about it yet." Li Qiao said.
"Is this difficult to do? If I hire someone to do it, will the recipe be leaked?"
Wang Guihua was already worried.
Several surrounding villages are counting on Li Qiao to consume sweet potatoes. There are many sweet potatoes, and Li Qiao has to study and has no time to make vermicelli, so he must hire someone.
But if you hire someone, will the recipe be leaked?
"You can sign a contract in advance. If anyone leaks it, let him pay money." Tao Zhu said.
"This is a good method, but even so, you have to be careful when hiring people. We don't want anyone with bad character."
Wang Guihua warned.
"I know." Li Qiao nodded.
The recipe of sweet potato vermicelli is not complicated at all and can be easily copied.
The sweet potatoes from several surrounding villages are waiting for him to consume. If he hires people to make vermicelli, he definitely can't just hire one or two.
But if there are too many people hired, if someone secretly sells the prescription to others, it will be really difficult to investigate.
Soon, Li Ping, Wang Guihua, Zheng Qianqian and others had enough to eat and drink. When they left, they didn't forget to take away some jelly, stewed rice noodles, and hot and sour noodles.
After everyone left, Li Qiao and Tao Zhu locked the door and began to wash up.
It was getting late, and the two of them were not going to look at the secretary's account.
Tao Zhu took the toothbrush to dip it in the tooth powder and said, "The starch is a little short. I should have made more before."
"It's okay, the weather is good these days, let Dashan and Chuntao make some more tomorrow." Li Qiao went to scoop up hot water.
When he went to the county town last time, he bought a small stove for boiling water.
This way you can use hot water when washing up in the morning and evening.
There is no coal here, so you can't make briquettes. If you want to boil hot water, you have to sit in front of the stove and look after it.
"Then how can we make money while keeping the recipe?" Tao Zhu frowned and thought about this problem seriously.
"Ask the village chief tomorrow."
Li Qiao was a little undecided now.
In this era, he alone is a bit intimidating.
But if Zhuang Fengshou comes forward, the deterrent effect will be very strong.
So, when Zhuang Fengshou came to see him at noon the next day, he invited Zhuang Fengshou to the main room and served several dishes such as jelly, stewed rice noodles, hot and sour noodles, and ants climbing a tree. While eating, he thought of two ways All said.
One is that he set up a small workshop for processing sweet potato vermicelli.
He hires people to work and pays them wages.
He is responsible for all matters such as profit and loss, protection of prescriptions, etc.
If there are fewer people recruited, there will be less sweet potato starch and vermicelli made every day. .
People from several surrounding villages stared at him eagerly. If he only ran a small workshop with a few dozen people, he would not be able to use up all the sweet potatoes from the surrounding villages even during the Chinese New Year.
But if more people are hired, how to ensure that these people will not leak the recipe?
Moreover, if there were more people, there would definitely be more things to do. He wanted to study and was too lazy to take care of chores, and he didn't want Tao Zhu to worry too much.
Tao Zhu still has to make some snacks.
Therefore, if he opens his own workshop, the advantage is that he can earn more money, but the disadvantage is that he has to worry and work hard.
Another way is to set up a small workshop in Sanliu Village to process sweet potato vermicelli. He only gets a share and does not participate in the specific management.
The profit from the workshop is divided equally among the workers.
This way he earns less money than the first way, but the advantage is peace of mind. He only needs to take a fixed share and doesn’t have to worry about anything else.
Of course, this method also has the risk of leaking the prescription, but with Zhuang Fengshou in charge, people will definitely think carefully before leaking the prescription.
"Which one do you prefer?" Zhuang Feng asked Li Qiao instead of saying anything else after listening to Li Qiao's words.
"Me, I prefer the second option. The folks are all good people, and they take good care of Brother Zhu and me. I am willing to earn less and let the folks earn more."
This was a decision he made after discussing with Tao Zhu.
In this way, he found a real way to make money for the people of Sanliu Village.
The people of Sanliu Village were closely tied to him.
From now on, no matter whether it is dealing with the Tao family, Li Shu and others, or his classmates trying to find out his reputation, he doesn't have to worry.
"Then the second option is better."
Zhuang Fengshou saw Li Qiao's neat answers, and every wrinkle on his face was full of satisfaction.
Yes, he is a good young man who is willing to win over fellow villagers.
"At least you don't have to worry about leaking the prescription this year," he said.
"Huh?" Li Qiao was puzzled.
"If the village really builds the workshop, then I will find a piece of land by the river and build simple houses. Anyone who works in the workshop will not be able to go home or have contact with their families until the end of the year."
Li Qiao: "..."
He was stunned.
Can't go home?
This method of secrecy is too hardcore.
"In this way, at least the prescriptions can be kept this year. In order to keep the prescriptions next year, everyone who works in the workshop must sign a contract. Anyone who leaks the prescriptions will not only have to pay compensation, but also After being imprisoned, the whole family will no longer be able to stay in Sanliu Village."
Zhuang Fengshou said again.
Li Qiao: "..."
