Sweet potatoes must either be refrigerated or made into sweet potato powder. The wisdom of the working people is indeed endless.
Liang Chuan is not omnipotent, but he has experienced it in his own life, so he has solutions to these difficulties.
Everyone looked at Liang Chuan and thought, how could he keep the sweet potatoes from rotting?
Yi Niang had already thought that this sweet potato was brought back by Liang Chuan, and she was afraid that he had already learned how to preserve the sweet potatoes outside.
Liang Chuan said to Nihu: "I have a method, but it's a bit cumbersome. Do you want to learn it?"
Nihu replied on behalf of all the protectors: "I'm afraid you, Sanlang, are stingy and refuse to teach. How can we not be willing to learn!"
Liang Chuan said: "First transport the sweet potatoes up the mountain. The more people learn this method, the more likely they will use this method to preserve sweet potatoes in the future!"
Yi Niang suddenly said: "I want to learn too!"
This woman who manages the house just feels sorry for the many sweet potatoes that rot in the warehouse every year. If they can be preserved for a long time, they can save thousands of kilograms of rations a year.
Having better days is not a reason to squander. Who knows when hard times will come again, and she doesn't want to go back to the time of rubbing her belly and being hungry every day.
"If you want to learn from me, I will find an opportunity to teach you later. Now many of the sweet potatoes they picked back are going to be spoiled. Let them get rid of these sweet potatoes first!"
Will sweet potatoes taste bad? No, when I was a child, the smoke from the gray tiled moss roof passed through the starry lanterns on the persimmon trees. When rain, fog, dew and frost rarely come together in a year, the sweet potatoes that have grown for a summer and autumn are ripe.
As long as you don't eat it on an empty stomach, you won't feel tired. A pot of gruel, with a few plump big red melon heads thrown in, will make your mouth soft, glutinous and sweet. People who work in the fields will be the most hungry after eating this.
It is also because he is very hungry, so he eats too much. The taste is not pleasant!
As soon as the mountain people carried the sweet potatoes up the mountain, Liang Chuan lit up a fire in the square. The flames danced on the firewood and he threw the plump sweet potatoes directly in. The mountain people looked a little anxious. Isn't this food? , why was it burned like this?
The temperature of the flames is extremely high, and the red-skinned sweet potatoes turn black and charred in the flames. When the flames are extinguished, they look like a piece of black burnt charcoal.
Liang Chuan took out the largest piece inside and broke it off hard. The crispy skin peeled off, revealing the golden sweet potato flesh inside. There was still a trace of steam on the flesh. I haven't eaten this stuff in many years!
Liang Chuan handed half of it to Nihu. Nihu put it in his mouth and bit it. A sweet and fragrant taste spread in his mouth. It smelled good! It smells really good! Eating two bites of these warm sweet potatoes in this humid and cold weather is simply a great enjoyment in life!
The black melon rind was so sticky that Nihu's mouth was covered with black flakes. Now he didn't care about his image. The pig food he thought was so delicious, and he didn't have to do anything. He just put it in the fire and roasted it until it was burnt. There is also such delicious food. If this is pig food, then the pigs will not be too happy!
He has lived for so long and never thought that he would be able to eat such food in this life!
“It smells so good!”
The villagers looked at Nihu devouring the food, and they were so greedy that they also swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva: "Master Li Zheng, is this stuff delicious? Didn't you say that it was for pigs?"
Nihu's hands were full of darkness, and his hands were even darker. He stretched out his hand and slapped the boy.
"Excuse your mother's nonsense, when did I ever say such nonsense!"
It’s him he’s talking about, and he doesn’t recognize it, so who can do anything about it!
"You guys are so greedy, pick it up and eat it while it's hot!"
Nihu gave the order, and these people rushed to the pile of charcoal like they were digging for treasure. They pulled hard, grabbed a sweet potato, broke it hard, didn't even care about burning it, and immediately stuffed it into their mouths, for fear that others would come to snatch it. Similar!
fragrant!
It's fragrant and sweet, just like wild honey from the mountains. It's sweet in your mouth and in your heart!
The people in Fengshan got tired of eating such good food, so they gave it to them in baskets! The children were given a bite of roasted sweet potato, and they almost ate their tongues into their stomachs!
“It would be great if we could have sweet potatoes to eat every day!” the villagers exclaimed.
Liang Chuan sighed, this is the way the world is. Rich families have a smell of wine and meat, and people are frozen to death on the road. A full man will never understand the feeling of hunger in a hungry man's belly. In their eyes, sweet potatoes are looked down upon by children at the bottom of the mountain. It’s delicious!
"Master Li Zheng, let's start growing these sweet potatoes too. The children are so greedy that even the adults love to eat them!"
Nihu wiped his mouth and looked at Liang Chuan. Liang Chuan waved his hands to calm down the villagers and said slowly: "Sweet potatoes are easy to grow, but they can only be planted in the beginning of spring next year. If you bury them in the ground at this time, it will take a few days. When the north wind comes and the frost comes down, they will all die!"
"Then what should we do now? We can't roast all the sweet potatoes and eat them. It's okay to eat one and a half. How can we finish all the baskets of sweet potatoes?"
The villagers' eyes stared straight at Liang Chuan, with expectation and desire in their eyes.
The land in the mountains is too thin, and the yield of rice is distressingly low. Good paddy fields can only be planted for half a year, and the rest of the time they have to be left there to grow grass. Starting from their ancestors, except for a few people who made a fortune and had enough to eat, Others, God has no mercy on them!
"You first carry this basket of sweet potatoes to the river and wash it with clean water. Don't leave a single sand on it!"
The water in the mountain stream is clear and refreshing. The local people drink the water directly. Very few people bother to boil it. It is fine for drinking, let alone for washing fruits and melons.
Isn't it meant to be washed and eaten raw? .
The villagers didn't dare to ask more questions, so they picked up the sweet potatoes and washed them. They were honest. It turned out that the red-skinned sweet potatoes were almost peeling off, revealing the white flesh.
To make sweet potato powder, the best sweet potatoes are the early unimproved sweet potatoes, with red skin and white heart, and the highest flour extraction rate.
Nihu looked a little distressed and cursed in his heart, asking you to wash the sweet potatoes instead of peeling them!
"Where's the grinder?"
The stone mill had probably been out of use for some years and was covered with a layer of dust. There are not many such agricultural tools. One or two in a village is considered too much. The patina on the roller frame has been eroded by wind and rain and has finally faded away, revealing its original rough appearance.
Nihu pointed at this pair of rollers and said: "It turns out that there are still people grinding some corn and vegetable oil here. Now the village is so poor that even the cows are not willing to pull them out. This roller has not been used for several years."
The villagers looked at Liang Chuan and wondered, could it be possible that oil can be extracted from this sweet potato?
Liang Chuan touched it and found it was covered with ash: "Hurry up and get some water to rinse it!"
No one thought that the sweet potatoes and the roller were together. After the villagers washed them with clean water, Liang Chuan threw the sweet potatoes on top. Nihu saw it and asked several villagers to pull the roller. Shi Nian was originally a big guy that could only be pulled by animals. It was not easy for people to move this thing. Two strong men worked together to barely make this thing spin.
Once the stone mill is running, as long as it doesn't stop, the rest will be relatively easy. The large rolling stone crushed the sweet potatoes on the grinding table, and the white slurry burst out instantly. The plump sweet potatoes were pressed into cakes, and the slurry filled the entire table.
"Quickly go get the big barrel and pick it up!"
The villagers went to Nihu's house to bring the wooden barrels used to catch the blood of the big game they killed in the mountains. This large barrel was bigger than the wooden barrel used for bathing. The sweet potato residue on the grinding plate was crushed over and over again. Rinse with clean water, and finally become finely divided, and all flow into the wooden barrel.
The barrel soon contained a bucket of white juice.
In order to demonstrate this process, Liang Chuan did not keep crushing the sweet potatoes. If there were too many, he would not be able to finish the process, which would cause the liquid powder to go rancid.
"Bring the gauze you used to make the gauze cover last time!"
There was still some gauze left, but I never thought it would come in handy at this time.
Liang Chuan asked Ni Hu to find a wooden bucket and pour the mixture of water and sweet potato dregs into the gauze. The two people on the left and right pulled the gauze and kept shaking it so that the sweet potato dregs would not block the gauze holes. The white liquid powder is more pure and is placed in a separate wooden barrel.
This kind of filtration twice is enough, and there will be no sweet potato residue in the barrel. The filtered sweet potato residue can be fed to livestock. Cattle like to eat these filtered residues and gain weight quickly.
This operation can be said to be difficult or simple, but the villagers couldn't figure out why it was done this way. Liang Chuan asked them to cooperate, and they did it mechanically, hitting wherever they pointed without any hesitation.
Liang Chuan asked people to cover the newly filtered wooden barrel to prevent dirt from falling into it. The melon slurry left in this way was left for a day. Until late afternoon, an oil film floated on the barrel. Several big men worked together to remove it. The water in the bucket was poured out.
Inside the barrel is the sediment of sweet potato powder!
"Bring me the spatula!"
Liang Chuan asked Nihu to dig out the melon powder and put it into a prepared dust cover. There was also a layer of gauze lined underneath to prevent the melon powder from sticking to the dust cover.
"Take it out tomorrow morning after the sun comes up and turn it over from time to time. It will dry faster!"
Hu Ni stared blankly at the tofu-like melon powder and murmured, "Can this thing be eaten?"
Liang Chuan rolled his eyes at him and said: "Of course you can't eat it like this. Food has to be processed no matter what. I can't demonstrate it to you today. I will make it for you tomorrow after the sweet potato powder dries. You will know how good this thing is. You can’t eat it! I guarantee you’ll eat it from ear to ear!”
Nihu was a little skeptical, but the melon powder that Liang Chuan spent the whole day making felt very delicate and had a faint scent of grain, so it looked like it was fake.
He really didn't believe how delicious this thing could be. The taste of the roasted sweet potato just now lingered on his tongue. The sweet potato was so fragrant just when it was roasted. Could it be possible to make flowers after being fooled like this?
Naturally, Liang Chuan couldn't describe to them how delicious the food was before it reached his mouth.
Just wait, I will ask Yang Xiulai to show you his skills tomorrow!
Sweet potatoes are easy to spoil because they contain moisture and are not easy to preserve. After making sweet potato powder, place it in a cool place and take it out to dry in the sun from time to time. You can keep it for as long as you want without risk of spoilage.
Liang Chuan sighed in his heart. In the past, just watching my mother make this thing felt like playing. I didn't expect it to be so tiring. Those big men were pushing and filtering. I was so tired that I was sweating profusely. Only when you raise a child do you know your parents. Well, now that I am in this line of work, I realize how difficult life was for my parents back then!
