Speaking of Taolin Village, since they followed Ping An Village and learned how to make canned peaches, the sugar water was either too sweet or not enough sugar, resulting in a very different taste of the canned peaches.
This situation can be adjusted, but they don’t know which link went wrong. They tried countless times, but they just couldn’t get the consistency of Ping An Village’s canned peach syrup.
I wanted to try it again, but I really wasted too much sugar, which made the women in the family furious. It has reached the point where they will fight anyone who dares to touch the sugar.
In the end, the matter was settled, and they set a ten-day deadline to open and inspect the canned peaches made by themselves and the canned peaches made by Ping An Village.
Let’s see who makes the canned peaches better.
Ten days later, the exciting moment arrived.
Several village cadres in Taolin Village, as well as the wives of village cadres, stopped working and were waiting for the exciting moment. After all, they were quite confident. When making canned peaches, they barely washed their hands. Skinned.
So clean, how could it be broken so easily.
But now that the weather is getting warmer, they dare not make this guarantee.
Then I thought, if the canned peaches they made couldn't be stored, then Ping An Village's could not be stored either. After all, Ping An Village made it many days earlier than they did.
The village chief took out several bottles of canned peaches and moved two of them away. "These are the two cans from Ping'an Village. The remaining four bottles of canned peaches are made by us."
"Yes, yes, this glass bottle belongs to me."
"Village Chief, we need to know each other clearly and not get confused."
"No, I cut them all separately. Besides, we are all cut into small pieces. You can tell them apart at a glance."
"Let's open it and try it."
The daughter-in-law of one of the village cadres was particularly confident in her craftsmanship. She patted one of the cans and said, "Open mine first, so you can have a taste of my craftsmanship."
"OK!"
Secretary Yang took out a screwdriver and knocked open the bottle cap. Before he could say the compliment, a sour stench hit his face and almost made him vomit.
He quickly put down the canned peach, turned around and started retching.
Anyone who was close could feel the sour smell, and they all covered their mouths and noses, "My dear wife, the canned peach you made is not good. It's sour and smelly, and it can kill people."
She couldn't say anything to refute, after all, she was so smoked that she covered her mouth and nose, "Why is it so smelly? It's ruining my good sugar."
Speaking of those white sugars, everyone present felt a little pain.
Every family has come up with it. The child is sick and even wants to drink sugary water.
I thought about taking the canned peaches back today to sweeten the children's mouth, but I didn't expect that the canned peaches were sour.
Why are you so sweet?
Seeing the wife of the boss fail, others no longer have confidence in themselves.
After all, the ingredients are the same and they were made on the same day.
Opening the remaining three bottles in one go, smelling the same sour smell, the women patted their thighs distressedly, "If I had known, I would have given the canned peaches to the children on the day they were ready, and I would have saved such a good thing." The food was broken, but I didn’t get a bite.”
"Have all our canned peaches been opened?"
"Yes, they are all opened, and they are all broken. What a sin. You put such a good thing away without eating it. You will be struck by lightning from the sky."
Everyone's mood was a little low, and they felt even more distressed.
"Open the two bottles of canned peaches given by Ping'an Village and take a look. Maybe they are as bad as our cans."
At this time, the hearts of the people in Taolin Village were extremely complicated.
I hope the canned peaches don’t go bad, but I also hope they do.
After all, they haven't done anything successfully. If Ping'an Village really masters some ancient method, won't it be controlled by their village in the future?
As a big brother who is used to traveling far and wide, he naturally doesn't want to be anyone's little brother in the future.
But they are looking forward to success. For Taolin Village, adding another income is definitely a harmless thing.
Under the eager eyes of everyone, Village Chief Lin opened one of the canned peaches.
The fruity aroma that hit his face made him relax his brows, and he saw that the sugar water in the can was still as clear as the day he brought it back, unlike the ones in their village that were already turbid.
He lightly sniffed the aroma in the can, "It's not sour, and it doesn't smell bad either. Ping'an Village has indeed mastered the ancient cooking method."
Some people were unconvinced and said, "I don't believe it, take it out and have a taste."
Secretary Yang was a step faster. After finishing each portion, he said, "Let's have a taste and see if this can still tastes like the one we tasted that day."
Everyone couldn't wait to take a bite, and then fell into collective silence.
This texture and taste are exactly the same as that day.
"How is that possible? How can it be that the taste remains unchanged after being stored for so many days?"
"It's so delicious. No wonder they are so generous in giving us canned peaches. They are clearly not afraid of us learning from it."
"No, I don't believe it. Village chief, tell us the truth. Is this what you have done these days?"
Village Chief Lin almost rolled his eyes at her, "How free I am and how unintelligent I am, why should I use the interests of our village to cover up Ping An Village?"
This is indeed true.
Secretary Yang's daughter-in-law said excitedly, "That ancient recipe is really amazing. If it can be stored for a year, why worry about selling it? I probably won't be able to sell it."
A woman can understand the problem, how can they men not understand it.
"Village Chief, please go to Ping'an Village as soon as possible. We must cooperate. Tomorrow is the eleventh day. Ping'an Village cannot wait and choose to cooperate with other villages, right?"
"Yes, now go and tell them that we have investigated clearly and will definitely cooperate."
One more second of delay will make people panic.
They were afraid that their village had missed such a good development direction and the villagers would find out about it and blame them, the small village officials.
Village Chief Lin nodded and pointed to the young accountant beside him, "You go and write a letter first, saying that we agree. As for the specific conditions of cooperation, we will discuss it later."
The decision made by the village chief immediately appeased many people.
For such good things, we must stick to their Taolin Village first, and other villages should stay back.
Therefore, Village Chief Sun here was extremely calm after receiving the news. After all, Qiu Yinuo had predicted everything.
Village Chief Sun was very happy. Who could make Village Chief Lin so worried in the past few years?
Except for their safe village, there is no one else.
Village Chief Sun pretended to be serious and said, "Go back and tell Village Chief Lin. If he says a word, I guarantee that the opportunity for cooperation will be given to your village."
The little accountant couldn't help but be surprised in his heart. The village chief of Ping'an Village was as steady as an old dog, and he didn't even feel the slightest bit happy, as if he had determined that Taolin Village would definitely choose to cooperate.
This confidence indeed comes from ancient recipes. Why is there no selfless person like Comrade Qiu in their village?
