Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

"I have three brothers, and all three brothers are doing well. There are many children in the family. Although there is no man to help, my three younger siblings, nephews, daughters-in-law, grandnephews, and grandchildren are all capable. Tomorrow, I will take them Let me show you, and see if this business can be handed over to our family." Aunt Qin was very excited, she wanted to take over, but rationally she didn't allow herself to say anything too absolute.

Now, Ding Xuewei felt that this matter was right for her: "Later, you can weave some cages, it's better to compare them with carts, it's easy for a few times, and it's not difficult to add two layers for a long time."

She made a promise, as long as her family is okay, she will let her do the business.

"Miss Xuewei." Aunt Qin was so excited that she was at a loss.

It happened that old man Ding, Wang Dazhu and others came over with sweet potatoes, patted her hands that had nowhere to rest, and Ding Xuewei gave her some private space.

At that time when paper was being made, Chen Yu sent a lot of stone mills. These stone mills included small mills driven by manpower and large mills suitable for cows and horses.

Originally, she wanted to make a water mill, but she has never had time to do it. No, until now, it takes effort to turn the mill... the horses and oxen.

I didn't use this side when making chili sauce before, that's because the villagers are using this side of the mill now, fearing that the spicy taste will affect everyone.

Sweet potatoes have no special taste. Besides, sweet potatoes are not as easy to grind as peppers, so livestock must be used.

When old man Ding arranged to inform Aunt Bai, Ding Xuewei, Wang Dazhu and others cut the sweet potatoes into pieces, and when Aunt Qin and others went to Bai's house, Wang Dazhu and others set up a horse and a wheel.

"delicious."

With no outsiders, old man Ding carefully handed the boiled sweet potato hidden in his arms to Ding Xuewei.

Having already tasted raw sweet potatoes, she didn't have any expectations for the cooked ones, but the surface still had to be done.

She took it in surprise, and then bit off half of it.

"No one chokes with you"

"···belch!"

The result of being too rude is choking.

"You!" Old Man Ding was speechless.

Patting her chest, Ding Xue showed a comforting look, and belched a few times to feel better.

"Grandpa, this sweet potato belch... is good, belch, it's much tastier than green cabbage belch, if you plant it for one season, you can eat it for a year, and all the rice can be sold for belch~ go!"

If I didn't know her well enough, I really couldn't understand what she was talking about!
"If it is planted this autumn, next year there will be... a slightly better yield, and the common people will no longer have to worry about their stomachs." Halfway through the conversation, old man Ding should stop.

Although this sweet potato is not as sweet as she said, it has a good taste. Even if it can’t be made into powder, it’s good food if it’s just steamed. Variety.

"This matter has to be planned early." An He looked solemn.

You can feel at ease if you haven’t dug it out to see it. After seeing it, you must do what you have to do: “I will go to the city tomorrow.”

An He was willing to take responsibility, and neither Ding Xuewei nor old man Ding planned to participate, so they divided the work in words.

Wang Dazhu and the others greeted the cows and horses, and Ding Xuewei and the others squatted and muttered, while beside them, the sound of pigs, cattle and poultry continued. It was not until Zhang Qiang and the others turned the corner and called for someone that Ding Xuewei and the others realized that someone was approaching.

With just one glance, An He confirmed the identity of the visitor, and when Ding Xuewei's grandfather and grandson stood up, he whispered: "Master Zhifu."

"!"

Ding Xuewei's grandfather and grandson were stunned.

tension.

Not because of the prefect's arrival, but because of those guys who were struck by lightning not long ago.

"Don't be nervous, that matter didn't get out," An He told in a low voice.

The grandpa and grandson put away their nervousness for a second or two.

"Old brother~" Zhang Qiang winked and said, "Follow me to see you."

Just as Zhang Qiang approached, the low-key and plain carriage stopped, and a tall, slender middle-aged man with sharp eyes lifted the curtain.

The man with the saber standing beside the car hastily stretched out his hand.

The middle-aged man got out of the car with his strength, and his sharp, lingering and probing eyes fell straight on Ding Xuewei.

Zhang Qiang, who was winking at old man Ding one second, corrected his posture the next second, and strode back to the car.

"My lord, this is Ding Shaoqi, who has put forward ideas for benefiting the people several times, and this little girl is Xuewei, who designed the waterwheel."

"Grassman Ding Shaoqi, pay homage to the magistrate."

Old man Ding knelt down, Ding Xuewei kowtowed to An He, Wang Dazhu and others.

Old man Ding is the head of the family, and he is the only one who has the right to speak at this time, and because it is only a child's voice, he can only call himself a grassroots.

"rise."

A simple word spit out from the sickly white lips of the middle-aged man.

There were no pictures of government officials and people being close to each other on TV, nor were there any vile things that made people kneel down to answer.

Kowtow to kowtow, he was called out.

Afraid of trouble, Ding Xue kept her head down slightly, so she didn't realize that the eyes on her were longer than those on old man Ding.

"I heard that you have grown many crops from other prefectures?" the magistrate cut to the chase.

Old man Ding has seen the world, and said in a leisurely manner, "Master, I have tested several types, and one of them is being verified."

As he spoke, he turned to the millstone on the side. When the magistrate turned his gaze, he explained: "This crop is called sweet potato. It can be eaten raw or boiled. It is said that it can also be made into powder."

He said this very clearly, except for powder, it has been verified both raw and boiled.

The magistrate went to the millstone, and after the roller rolled away, he reached out and picked out a piece that was two fingers wide and half a finger long.

Old man Ding was blessed to his heart: "It's edible."

The grown-up didn't dislike it because it was run over by a stone, but he took it into the mouth after careful study.

Apparently, the crisp texture of the sweet potato strikes him as miraculous.

"I boiled some earlier, please allow Caomin to send someone to fetch it." Old man Ding bent down: "The heavy rain washed away some fruits before, and the ripeness of the fruits seemed to be similar, so I dug some and tried."

It's not because you came to prepare specially, but because you came by coincidence.

The magistrate stopped savoring carefully, stared at old man Ding for a few seconds and then swallowed the food in his mouth: "Then take it and taste it."

Not to mention the magistrate, if a county magistrate came, everyone in Yuequan Village and the whole village should sweep the village to greet them. With one look, An He retreated. Not long after, more than a dozen boiled sweet potatoes appeared in front of the magistrate. , the village head arrived with all the villagers and Aunt Qin who was planning to leave but failed. After another moment, all the laborers also came to kowtow.

The magistrate said something routinely, and then dismissed the crowd. He didn't ask the price of the chickens and rabbits that the villagers had been worried about. He didn't ask about the hatching process of chickens and ducks, the survival rate, etc. There are no words.

When Ding Xuewei wanted to retreat with the villagers, the magistrate opened his mouth, so the cooking was handed over to Mrs. Li, Aunt Zhang Qi and others. clicker.

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