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

Ding Xuewei thought about it, and brought the white fungus over to cook, and let Xiaohua and Qiao's young and old eat there, but the two families were very afraid of those adults, so they just pushed the door.

"Don't worry about everyone, there are a lot of white fungus in the forest. If you want to eat, there is never a time when you can't eat it." Aunt Zhang Qi didn't talk to her, packed the white fungus and drove people out.

Thinking about this, Ding Xuewei didn't insist anymore.

Last night, An He only told old man Ding and the old village head what the adults said about getting up early this morning, but he didn't think they were still a step late when they came.

When old man Ding and the old village head arrived, An He had already waited on them to wash up, let alone when Ding Xuewei and the others arrived.

"Chicken soup is fine, let's cook some noodles." An He said when he saw Ding Xuewei.

Ding Xue nodded subconsciously, staring at the bubbling water in the cauldron.

"I'll try sweet potato flour first." She changed her words after nodding her head halfway.

An He was silent for two seconds before saying yes.

Yesterday, before the ice was made, she had someone collect the precipitated sweet potato powder into the baking room. After a night of heating, the fluid was completely dry.

The sweet potato flour that was taken out was lumpy and hard, and it took a lot of work to grind it, and the colander prepared earlier in the morning was full of mistakes.

She has eaten a lot of noodles, and was lucky enough to see raw noodles, but the craftsmanship of making noodles is not rough, and it looks like that, but it is rare to make people bite their teeth.

First, the noodles were mixed too dry, and when the batter was put into the pot smoothly, there were no vermicelli in the pot, and the whole pot of boiling water directly turned into a sticky soup.

When Ding Xuewei thought that she might need to add cooked noodles, she couldn't drip because there were too many cooked noodles!
"Why don't we cook the noodles first?"

While Ding Xue was tinkering with the sweet potato flour, Aunt Zhang Qi was making noodles and hot soup, always preparing the second plan that the sweet potato flour would not succeed.

At this time, the water in the small pot boiled for the sixth time, and the time has passed Maoshi.

Aunt Zhang Qi was afraid that the masters would be unhappy, but she didn't want all of them to be dazzled by Ding Xuewei's various manipulations. After listening to her, they all expressed that they were not hungry.

I ate a lot last night, and I really didn’t feel hungry. Next, I couldn’t suppress the desire for victory and defeat inspired by sweet potato flour.

"Add more cornstarch." The magistrate couldn't wait.

When it was dry, add water, dilute the noodles, and unknowingly the dry powder was consumed. When Ding Xuewei was about to make some more cornstarch, Xia Li panicked: "There is no flour." Spit it out.

"No more faces?" The Master Master raised his voice.

Xia Li tugged at the hem of his clothes uneasily: "The one before is already the last dustpan."

The thinner the sweet potato flour fluid, the faster the water will evaporate. This dustpan doesn't have much quantity, only about two catties.

Before, Xia Li had already told him when he brought out the last dustpan dry powder, but at that time, everyone was focused on Ding Xue's fine-tuned batter, and no one paid attention to it.

"Bring over the ones that precipitated this morning." Ding Xuewei's mind was spinning.

Most of it was collected yesterday, but only one-third was collected this morning.

This will be just to thin the batter, there should be no problem with wet flour.

Ding Xuewei felt unaffected, but the magistrate was afraid that she would mess it up: "Scoop some, scoop some out."

If these wet powders are used up, the experiment will start with digging sweet potatoes!
Having failed too many times, Ding Xuewei also knew that it was right to be cautious, and scooped out part of it obediently.

Maybe it was due to too many failures before and accumulated enough experience, or maybe it was Ding Xuewei's luck that the powder was mixed just right this time, and when a circle of gray silver floated in the pot, no one reacted immediately.

"Seventh Aunt, grab it, hurry up!"

Ding Xuewei's joyful voice woke everyone up, and Aunt Zhang Qi hurriedly went to the bamboo drain to scoop up the powder.

"This?"

The vermicelli in the whole pot are connected, and a bamboo drain can't be used up at all. What's more, Ding Xuewei kept shaking the drainer and continued to flow out the powder slurry.

"Crush." ​​Ding Xuewei almost gave her a supercilious look.

Aunt Zhang Qi is usually very shrewd, but today she made such a low-level mistake.

Ding Xuewei's thoughts, Aunt Zhang Qi, who decisively crushed the fans by the side of the pot, didn't know, if she could hear her inner thoughts, she would definitely refute that she was not to blame, there were two big men in the house standing next to her , It is quite normal for this kind of short-circuiting of the mind to occur.

"Grandpa, you taste it first."

When scooping up another scoop of powder paste, Ding Xue called out to old man Ding who was standing on one side.

"I'll do it." The master suddenly puffed up his chest.

She didn't say to taste it, and the crowd surrounded by it didn't expect to taste it. As soon as she opened her mouth, half a pot of freshly cooked fans was divided up within minutes.

It's not just soup, just hot noodles one by one.

Speechless for a second, Ding Xuewei returned his attention to the ladle in his hand.

She doesn't even know how to make noodles, if she opens her mouth to point out how it is delicious, it will make people suspicious!
Ding Xue didn't care, and everyone didn't bother to pay attention to her little expression, and all their thoughts were seized by the smooth Q-bouncing feeling in their mouth that they had never felt before.

"It's so strange!" Disregarding any etiquette, the chief secretary said to the prefect with a powder in his mouth after another mouthful of powder.

The magistrate just swallowed the food in his mouth: "It's very weird, it has nothing to do with noodles!"

Sweet potato flour looks the same as flour. Subconsciously, they classify it. It is not until they taste it that they are forced to introduce that it is not only different from noodles in appearance, but also has a huge difference in taste.

"Personally, I don't like this feeling." The master frowned.

The magistrate, who picked up a chopstick of powder and was about to put it in his mouth, paused slightly: "Personal preference has nothing to do with the surplus food at home."

You have a salary and no shortage of food, so you can choose naturally, ordinary people, if you don’t eat, you will be hungry!
The Master Registrar was not angry, and nodded: "If it can be stored dry, the problem of taste can be ignored."

"The grown-ups should take this pot home." Ding Xuewei interrupted suddenly.

The two adults were about to say that it would be good to take it home for everyone to taste, but Ding Xuewei said: "The sun should be good today, and you don't need to hang it to dry. Just spread it like this and it won't take long. These powders will be dry."

"..."

The two adults who misunderstood were indifferent.

Co-authoring, she didn't want people to taste it, but she was afraid that they would let her into the government office!

"...If the adults are afraid of trouble, it's okay to send the daughter to the government office after drying it for evaluation by the two adults." Ding Xuewei said dryly.

Don't blame her, the eyes of these two are too straightforward, telling her bluntly that she should not shirk responsibility!
"This is the most transparent girl I have ever seen." The master said without changing his expression, staring at Ding Xuewei and said.

When the magistrate heard this, his brows raised, "It's also the most transparent I've ever seen."

Ding Xue, who was too smart, was silent.

It's really not a good thing to be in an environment that is too simple...can you make up for it?

Looking at the eyes of the two adults, it was obvious that nothing she made for her could change what they decided to do!
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