Sweet potatoes are either refrigerated or they have to be made into sweet potato powder. The wisdom of the working people is indeed endless.

Liang Chuan is not omnipotent, he has experienced his own life, so he has a solution to these difficulties.

Everyone looked at Liang Chuan and thought to himself that he could prevent this sweet potato from rotting?

Yi Niang had long thought that this sweet potato was brought back by Liang Chuan, but she was afraid that he had learned the method of preserving this sweet potato outside.

Liang Chuan said to Nihu: "I have a method, but it's quite tedious. Do you want to learn it?"

Nihu responded to the substitute for the Baozheng, "I'm afraid you are stingy and unwilling to teach you, so how could we refuse to learn!"

Liang Chuan said: "Transfer sweet potatoes to the mountain first. The more people learn this method together, the more they may 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 that so many sweet potatoes are rotten in the warehouse every year. If they can be preserved for a long time, they can save thousands or tens of thousands of kilograms of food rations a year.

Life is not a reason to squander. Who knows that one hard day will come again? She doesn't want to go back to the kind of time when she rubs her stomach and is hungry every day.

"You want to learn from me and find opportunities to teach you in the future. Now many of the sweet potatoes they pick back will be broken. Let them deal with these sweet potatoes first!"

Will sweet potatoes be unpalatable? No, when I was a child, the smoke from the cooking pot on the roof of gray tiles and moss passed through the lanterns decorated with stars on the persimmon trees. When the rain, fog and dew frost were rare in the year, the sweet potatoes that grew for a summer and autumn were ripe.

As long as you don’t eat it on an empty stomach, you won’t get greasy. A pot of porridge will be thrown into a few fat red melon heads, and the mouth will be soft and sweet. People who go to the fields to work will be most hungry when they eat this thing.

It is because it is so hungry that it tastes bad if you eat too much!

As soon as the mountain people picked up the sweet potatoes, Liangchuan rose a fire in the square. The flames jumped on the firewood, and the plump sweet potatoes were thrown in directly. The mountain people were a little anxious. Isn’t this food? Why did it burn it like this?

The temperature of the flames is extremely high, and the red-skinned sweet potato turns black and zooms in the flames. When the flames are extinguished, they will be pulled out like a piece of black burnt charcoal.

Liang Chuan took out the largest piece inside and broke it hard. The crispy skin was peeled off, revealing the golden sweet potato meat inside. There was still a hint of heat on the flesh. I haven't eaten this thing for many years!

Liang Chuan handed it half to the mud bean. He put it in his mouth and bit it. A sweet and fragrant smell spreads in his mouth. It smells really fragrant! It is really fragrant! In this wet and cold weather, eating a few bites of this hot sweet potato is a great enjoyment in life!

The black melon peel was so muddy that his mouth was covered with black slags. Now he ignored his image. He thought that the pig food was so delicious and he didn't have to make anything. He even put it on the fire and roasted it even if it was roasted. If this was pig food, the pig wouldn't be too happy!

He has lived for so long but never expected to be able to eat such food in his life!

"It smells so good!"

The villagers looked at the mud jackals and swallowed their saliva for a few greeds: "Is this thing Li Zhengye delicious? Didn't you say it was for pigs?"

The mudhu was covered in black hands and even darker, so he reached out and slapped the kid.

"Clean your mother's random talk, when did I say such nonsense?"

He is talking about him, he doesn't recognize him, who can do it?

"You can't be so greedy, pick it up and eat it while it's hot!"

At the command of Nihu, these people grabbed the pile of charcoal like digging treasures, pulled it hard, grabbed a sweet potato and broke it hard, and didn't care about being hot, and immediately stuffed it into their mouths, as if they were afraid that others would come to grab it!

fragrant!

It is fragrant and sweet, like wild honey in the mountains, and it is sweet in the mouth and heart when eaten!

People in Fengshan were so tired of eating such good food, and 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 I could eat sweet potatoes every day!" the villagers sighed.

Liang Chuan sighed. This is the world. The rich family smells of wine and meat, and the road is frozen to death. A full man will never feel the feeling of hungry in the stomach of a hungry man. The sweet potatoes that children at the foot of the mountain look down on are a hot commodity in their eyes!

"Lyong Master, let's start growing this sweet potato too. The children are so hungry that even adults love to eat it!"

Mihu wiped his mouth and looked at Liang Chuan. Liang Chuan waved his hand to calm the villagers down and said slowly: "Sweet potatoes are easy to plant, but they can only be planted in the spring of the next year. If they are buried in the ground at this time, the north wind will fall in a few days, and they will all die!"

"What should we do now? You can't roast all the sweet potatoes to eat. It's okay to eat one and a half. How can you finish the sweet potatoes in these baskets?"

The villagers' eyes stared at Liang Chuan straightened, and they were even more eager.

The ground on the mountain is too thin, and the yield of rice is so low that it makes people feel distressed. Good paddy fields can only be planted in the first half of the year, and at other times they have to be left there to grow grass. Starting from their ancestors, except for a few people who have made a fortune and had a full meal, God has never pitied them!

"You can carry this basket of sweet potatoes to the river first, wash them with clean water, and don't leave a piece of sand on it!"

The water in the mountains and streams is clear, and local people drink water directly. Few people will boil it again in one go. It is OK to drink it, let alone wash fruits and melons.

It's not like washing it and eating it raw...

The villagers didn't dare to ask too much, and they picked up sweet potatoes and washed them. They were honest. It turned out that the red-skinned sweet potato was about to peel off, revealing the white sweet potato meat.

To make sweet potato flour, the best sweet potato is this kind of sweet potato that has not been improved in the early stage, with red skin and white hearts, and the flour production rate is the highest.

Nihu felt a little distressed when he saw it, and cursed in his heart, asking you to wash sweet potatoes instead of peeling sweet potatoes!

"Where is the mill?"

The stone mills are probably useless for some years, and they are covered with a layer of dust. There are not many such farm tools. There are more than one or two in a village. The patina on the mill rack has been eroded by wind and rain, and its original rough face has been revealed.

Nihu pointed to the millet and said, "It turns out that there are people who are crushing some corn and vegetable oil here. Now the village is poor and even the cows are reluctant to pull them out. This millet has been useless for many years."

The villagers looked at Liang Chuan and wondered whether this sweet potato could still be used to squeeze oil?

Liang Chuan touched his hand and it was covered with dust: "Get water and rinse it!"

No one could have imagined that the sweet potato and the millet were washed with clean water. Liang Chuan threw the sweet potato on it. At a glance, a few villagers asked the villagers to pull the millet. The stone millet was originally a big guy who could only be pulled by the animals. It was not easy for people to move this thing. The two strong men worked together to force this thing to turn.

Once the stone mill is running, as long as it doesn't stop, it will be much easier afterwards. The big rock crushed the sweet potatoes on the milling table, and the white slurry burst out instantly. The plump sweet potatoes were squeezed into cakes, and the slurry flowed all over the table.

"Go and pick up the wooden barrels from a big one!"

The villagers went to Nihu's house to bring the wooden barrels for the large prey they slaughtered in the mountains for blood. This big barrel was larger than the wooden barrel for bathing. The sweet potato residue on the millstone was crushed over and over again, washed with clean water, and finally became fine and all flowed into the wooden barrel.

The wooden barrel soon filled a bucket of white juice.

In order to demonstrate this process, Liang Chuan did not keep crushing sweet potatoes. If there were too many, he would not finish it, which would cause the powder to deteriorate and rot.

"Take the gauze that made the gauze cover last time!"

There was still some gauze left, and I never thought it would come in handy at this time.

Liang Chuan asked Nihu to find a wooden barrel and poured the mixture of clear water and sweet potato residue into the gauze. Two people on the left and right pulled the gauze and kept shaking it so that the sweet potato residue would not block the gauze's eyes. The filtered white powder was purer and filled a wooden barrel alone.

This kind of filtering twice is enough, and there will be no sweet potato residue in the wooden barrel. The filtered sweet potato residue can be fed to the animal. The cows like to eat these filter residues and gain weight quickly.

This operation is difficult and simple, but the villagers don’t understand why this operation is done. Liang Chuan asked them to cooperate, and they did it mechanically, without any hesitation.

The newly filtered wooden barrel Liangchuan asked someone to cover the barrel to prevent dirt from falling into it. The melon slurry was placed in this way for a day until in the afternoon and evening, a layer of oil film floated on the barrel. Several great men worked together to pour out the water in the barrel.

The barrel is filled with the sediment of sweet potato powder!

"Get a spatula!"

Liang Chuan asked Mihu to pick the melon powder off and put it in the pre-prepared lid. There was also a layer of gauze underneath to prevent the melon powder from being stuck on the lid.

"Take it out after the sun comes out tomorrow morning and flip it from time to time, so that it will work faster!"

Hu Ni looked at the tofu powder and murmured, "Can this thing be eaten?"

Liang Chuan gave him a blank look and said, "Of course you can't eat this. The food has to be processed no matter how you do it. Today I can't demonstrate it to you. I'll make it for you after the sweet potato powder is dried tomorrow. You will know if this thing can be eaten! Ensure you can't stop eating!"

Nihu was a little suspicious, but the melon powder that Liang Chuan had made after spending this day was very delicate to the touch and had a faint smell of grain. It seemed that it was not as fake as it was.

He really didn't believe how delicious this thing could make. The taste of the roasted sweet potato just now lingers on his tongue. The sweet potato is so fragrant just after roasting it. Can it turn into flowers after such a fool?

Liang Chuan couldn't describe the food to them.

Just wait, I will let Yang Xiu show you something tomorrow!

Sweet potatoes are easy to get broken because they contain moisture and are not easy to store. After making sweet potato powder, put them in a cool place and take them out and dry them from time to time. This thing will last as long as you want, and there will be no risk of spoilage.
Chapter completed!