I took hundreds of photos from my digital camera and developed them immediately after coming down the mountain.
The beautiful scenery, the shocking golden body of Bodhisattva, and the various interesting expressions of the family and friends captured by Youyu.
Hundreds of photos were distributed among each family, and two more were added to Grandma You's photo album, which were circulated immediately after returning to the village.
Old lady, who wouldn’t be confused after seeing the golden body of Bodhisattva?
Take a look at what kind of life Old Madam Renyou is living? You can even go to the mountains to escape the heat in the summer!
Still, their own son is not up to par. Compared with the old lady, they lack a granddaughter who is the God of Wealth!
It’s not that they don’t want to go. They have to stay outside for one night to watch the sunrise. Most of them have given up. The older they get, the harder it is to leave home.
You Yu's ears were hot for two more days, and that day she received a call from Yang Erwa:
"Sister, my red sweet potatoes have stopped growing. I dug a few and tasted them. They are very crispy and sweet when eaten raw!"
Ah? Red sweet potato!
You Yu slapped his head. He was having so much fun playing on the mountain that he forgot about the red potatoes. "You dig out all the red potatoes first and wait for my call. I will ask my uncle to go up the mountain to find you in a few days."
The old man listened briefly and excitedly went to the sandy field with his hoe.
Go happily, but still angry when you come back.
"Where's this one?" He took a large basket of red sweet potatoes carried by the old man. They didn't look big, there were about three or four, and the largest one probably only weighed half a catty.
The skin of red potato is purple-red, grown in fine sand, and its surface looks very smooth.
These are fruits and vegetables that, apart from being ugly in size, also look great.
"Our family dug a little late, and many of them were bitten by rats!"
Red sweet potato vines were spread all over the ground, and they were never checked next to each other.
The old man walked around for a while before digging, and found clues when he uncovered the sweet potato vines.
"Let's dig them all out today. If there are mice stealing their mouths, it means our red sweet potatoes must be very sweet!"
The newly dug red potatoes were very steamy, so the old man let them dry on the ground for a few days.
When it comes to identifying the quality of red potato, it must be the elder brother-in-law Fang Hongbing. He uses his more than 20 years of experience in the industry to popularize science for his niece:
"The red sweet potato meat is too dry and gets stuck in the throat; it's too powdery and can't be eaten without drinking water; it's too watery and it becomes mushy and shapeless after being boiled; there are too many threads on the surface and gets stuck in the teeth; it's not sweet and tastes bad. "It doesn't smell good when baked, and it doesn't have the same taste as when I was a kid!"
You Yu nodded immediately after hearing this. Her eldest uncle is a professional!
Tibetan-style barbecue stove, burning charcoal fire on a hot day.
It's not yet ripe, but the unique smell of red potato is so strong that you can smell it in the yard.
The roasted skin is not sticky at all and peels very smoothly.
Open it while it's hot, and the orange-red sweet potato meat is covered with caramel-colored molasses. The color alone is quite attractive.
And family members who have eaten it all said:
One word, sweet!
Two words, delicious!
Three words, I still want to eat!
To sum it up: the taste is dense, the meat is delicate, silky and gluten-free, and it melts in your mouth.
Fang Hongbing shouted, "The best red sweet potato! The leader in the world of roasted red sweet potato!"
He is really not someone who refuses to delve deeper. He has roasted red, yellow, white and purple sweet potatoes in the past.
In order to buy good red potatoes, I also heard about which mountains grow sweeter red potatoes and went to which mountains.
In this category right now, the sugar content and taste of the roast surpasses all.
And the small size also has the advantage of not having to cook it first and then bake it.
If it is baked in his large oven over medium-high heat for twenty minutes or up to half an hour, it will be cooked through.
It's so delicious. If you don't sell a roasted red potato for a dollar, then he's incompetent!
You Yu's family's fertile sandy soil yields 6,000 kilograms of fresh potatoes per mu, while Yang Erwa's family's mountainous and hilly land yields half as much.
Fang Hongbing only bought 4,000 kilograms in total.
Of course the rest will be used to save seeds!
He patted his thighs excitedly, "As long as next year's red potatoes sell for tens of thousands of jin, I can rent a shop to bake them!"
Youyu Zhonghongyao's original intention was to do business for his family. He nodded and said: "This is really possible. Uncle, you can try your hand at it this year and do it big next year! If you are willing to buy my family's red potato seeds, I will also help you. Let’s talk about it!”
You Fengxian's heart felt as sweet as the red potato she had just eaten. She was really her niece, and she could even buy high-priced high-quality varieties specifically for her family's roasted red potato business.
The old man is not one who does good deeds anonymously. He told his eldest daughter clearly that these 120 kilograms of red sweet potato seeds would cost more than one yuan per kilogram including shipping.
The couple said their words of thanks over and over again.
Their children have the ability to make a fortune, and the happiest people are their parents. The old man and his eldest son-in-law got drunk happily.
Yang Erwa's father couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the money his son took home. His family's bright red sweet potato actually sold for 80 cents per catty.
In other words, growing two acres of red sweet potatoes is equivalent to selling tens of thousands of kilograms of sweet potatoes for his entire mountain!
In addition to returning 1,000 kilograms of red sweet potatoes to the Goddess of Wealth as seedling money, and selling 1,000 kilograms of red sweet potatoes to relatives of the Goddess of Wealth, the rest will be saved as seeds and planted in a mountain next year!
How much money do you have to make?
Yang Erwa was also excited. The female Goddess of Wealth was indeed well-deserved. He just asked and accidentally pointed out a way to make money for his family!
Not to mention the gratitude of Yang Erwa's family to You Yu, every move of You Yu's family is now attracting attention from the villagers, and the harvest of red sweet potato has also received a wave of hot searches.
When someone asked Grandpa You, he couldn't help but feel proud: "It's not that her eldest uncle's roasted red potato business has failed, Xiaoyu also bought high-quality red potatoes from various people through connections!"
"What's the result?" Everyone raised their necks and waited to hear what was going on.
The old man spoke slowly, chewing his mouth as he reminisced about the morning's red potato porridge: "Anyway, I haven't eaten such sweet red potatoes in the past sixty-eight years. Her uncle bought them for eighty cents a pound."
"hiss!"
"Red sweet potatoes have become more valuable than gold."
“I just want to try it, it’s so sweet!”
It was useless to think about it. The seeds of the red potato were the red potato itself, and the old man had stored it away like a golden treasure.
Judging from the enthusiasm of the villagers for growing vegetables in greenhouses, they will definitely not grow red potatoes, which last for half a year and are not very profitable.
Who to sell to? You Yu hasn't thought about it yet. Anyway, it's still early to raise seedlings next year, so just leave it alone.
The family was not restricted in eating. Relatives and friends each gave dozens of kilograms to each family. Even You Ci, who was far away in Beijing, received "hometown specialties".
You Yu didn't take the initiative to send it, but her grandma thought that this thing could be sent through postal parcels and was no more likely to spoil than cherry radishes and tomatoes.
When the Su family saw the red potato, they didn't know what they were thinking. They said, "Our grandma Zhezhe is being polite."
His hands were very honest, and no one touched the plate of red sweet potatoes that was steamed that night.
The one-and-a-half-year-old boy didn't understand adults' lawsuits. After his grandmother peeled off a small piece of red sweet potato, he ate it all in a dignified manner.
(End of chapter)
