Chapter 17: Friends are released ()

Three days later, a total of four buds of sweet potatoes grew out. Wang Kuang was already very satisfied. With these four buds, you will receive several kilograms of sweet potatoes in autumn. If you sprout early next year, cut the sweet potatoes in sections for asexual cultivation, then you should study and plant a mu of land, so that you can harvest at least a few hundred kilograms of sweet potatoes. However, although it is late this year, Wang Kuang is not planning to give up cutting vines for asexual cultivation, but you have to wait until the sweet potato vines have bifurcation before you can do it. It is best to cultivate it at that time, but it is not possible to cultivate it, and there is no loss.

A few days later, the sweet potato seedlings had grown several leaves, and Sun Er had already finished picking up the ground in the yard. Wang Kuang picked up the sprouted sweet potatoes into several pieces, and brought a seedling on each piece, planted them in the field, slightly compacted the mud around the seedlings, and watered them a little. He always subconsciously felt that if the seedlings were moved during the day, the seedlings might be sunburned to death. In the evening, there was no sunshine and light, it could also be photosynthesis, which should be safer.

Worried that the sun was too big the next day, the sweet potato seedlings would be sunburned to death. Wang Kuang thought about it and thought he would still have to be safer, so he called Sun Er to cut off a few bamboos and set up a shelf on the sweet potato seedlings. If the sun was too big, he would cover it with straw mat.

In the following days, Wang Kuang almost stayed in the inn after dinner, and returned to the yard from time to time to see the sweet potatoes, hoping to take root and grow up quickly. Sun Er and the others saw that Wang Kuang was so concerned about these seedlings, and they knew in their hearts that this was a treasure, so they often came to help Wang Kuang when they had time. After all, they were all from poor families and knew much more about the things in the fields than Wang Kuang. Although they had never seen or planted these sweet potatoes, no matter how magical it was, it was still a crop? Under the care of everyone, the four sweet potatoes grew very well, and they all broke into pieces in a few days.

Even Wang Xian returned to the yard early to see the sweet potatoes after school, instead of writing a piece in the school as usual after school. He was so disappointed that he said that his old man was not changed. This situation continued until the old man could no longer bear to sue the lawsuit in front of Manager Sun. After Wang Kuang found out, Wang Xian scolded him for a few words before he could not change his mind.

It was not until the sweet potatoes were split too much that Wang Kuang started to split the buds. He cut more than twenty pieces of vines with buds and buried them in the ground, and was still careful to take care of them. This action was unanimously opposed by the inn. I had never seen such a tidy. What if the four female vines were to be killed? Everyone watched the sweet potatoes grow up, and they had already vaguely placed the sweet potatoes in a very important position in their hearts. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were regarded as their own children. However, everyone knew that Wang Kuang was very capable, so he naturally had his own reason to do this, so he could only mutter in his heart.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, the more than twenty sweet potato vines separated were actually mostly alive, and they all looked good. Everyone was amazed. Wang Dalang was really capable, and he didn't know why he was so sure. It seemed that it was in vain that he would sit in front of the hall and listen to the diners bragging every day.

Wang Kuang was happy to see that more than ten plants were alive, and he took good care of him from then on. Although he knew that sweet potatoes were very good, this was the first batch of Jian'an. If something happened, the loss would be great. At least he would have to wait for one more year. During this period, Sun Ming had also visited them several times, and he also wanted to know how magical the mountain powder in Wang Dalang's mouth was if the sweet potatoes were planted. He also called the farmhouse that chose to specialize in sweet potatoes next year, and fought with Wang Kuang, hoe weeds, watering, etc., so that he would become familiar with them when planting next year.

Wang Kuang was busy taking care of sweet potatoes, and there was no stop listening to diners bragging. In the eyes of outsiders, Fulai Inn had almost no changes except for the business of the business becoming more and more prosperous day by day, but he didn't know that a vigorous diet revolution was coming, and it was the first-hand director of this young boy who often smiled and listened to them bragging and occasionally gave him a pot of wine.

Wang Kuang himself knew the importance of mountain flour. It can be said that in later generations, mountain flour played an extremely important role. Its status in the Chinese diet is far from being replaced by potato starch and mung bean starch that appeared later. With mountain flour, the meat can be slurried and thickened to make the soup better hang on the vegetables. The effect of mountain flour hangs the slurry is much better than potato starch. At the same time, the vermicelli made of sweet potatoes is much better than potato starch, so in northern Fujian dialect, mountain flour is also called friend flour, which means friend of dishes. In later generations, it was spread rumors that mountain flour was called raw flour and became other starch including potato starch. But the word "you flour" always refers to sweet potato starch.

Wang Kuang is very grateful to the Minbei dialect in later generations, and has retained a lot of ancient vocabulary. For example, in Minbei dialect, call the wife "bride", call the son-in-law "she" and the father "big", call the mother "milk", and many people call the parents "brother, sister".

In the autumn of the second year of Zhenguan, Wang Kuang was destined to leave a lot of money in the history of diet. In this year, Wang Kuang harvested the first batch of sweet potatoes in total. Although it was not the first batch of sweet potatoes grown in the Tang Dynasty, Wang Kuang was the first to use sweet potatoes to make friends.

In addition to leaving more than ten kilograms to store for next year's germination, Wang Kuang asked Mrs. Zhu Si to help mash the remaining sweet potatoes and grind them into slurry. Then filter the residue and precipitate and evaporate naturally for a few days. After a few days, the income was friend powder. More than 140 kilograms of sweet potatoes were also more than ten kilograms of sweet potatoes. There were also some gray-black impurities on it when they were precipitated. Wang Kuang was reluctant to throw them away, so he continued to precipitate with water, but he actually got more than one kilogram. Fortunately, Wang Kuang saw his cousin making friend powder once when he was a child, and he still had a little impression on him, otherwise he would have scratched his head.

On the night after the Youfen flour was made, Wang Kuang personally cooked. UFIDA fried a plate of combo meat for everyone, and thickened UFIDA to make a bowl of tofu water celery soup. After tasting these two dishes, Kuang Da understood why the little Dong family saw the sweet potatoes. It was true that the combo meat with UFIDA was smooth and crispy. The taste of the first time I ate this dish until it got old, which made Kuang Da miss it very much.

In the autumn of this year, diners who ate in Lai Fulai Inn found that many of the food in Fulai Inn had changed their appearance, and the soup was thick and thick, unlike the past when they were clear soup. When they were eaten, they were slight and sound. They didn't know what was covered with the fried lamb slices and fish fillets. They were crystal clear and beautiful, and they were smooth and soft when they were eaten. One by ten, ten to one hundred. In a few days, the whole city of Jian'an knew that the food in Fulai Inn had a unique taste, good taste and good appearance. Several other inns also secretly sent people to see it, and after studying it, they always thought it was wrapped in flour, and they couldn't make it when they went back, so they had to look at the bush of copper in Fulai Inn.

Fortunately, Wang Kuang had no intention of hiding his own private life. He knew that after a film company invented the point-and-shoot camera, he passed on the technology of the point-and-shoot camera and made money by himself. Under his explanation, Sun Mingqian decided to announce the cooking method the next year, but he controlled the supply of the fans. But this year's fans were only enough for his inn and could not be sold to others. Kuang Da, who brought sweet potatoes, was also sealed by him with a large amount of money. No one outsiders knew how this thing was made by Fulai Inn called the fans.

After seeing the magic of Youfan, Sun Mingqian felt that the previous arrangement was too unsafe, so he raised the wall around the ground where he was preparing to grow sweet potatoes next year. Ordinary people could not see what was planted inside. They also raised a big yellow dog in front of the door, and specially selected two of the children of their clan to go to the ground to take care of them. The yard where Zhu Si Niang lived was also expanded and the wall was increased. In the future, Youfan would be specially made by Zhu Si Niang and Sun Er. Wang Kuang knew that one day, the production method of Youfan would still be studied by those who were interested, but now it would be a one-day monopoly to keep it secret. Sun Mingqian also understood this.

From late autumn to the autumn of the next year, for a whole year, Fulai Inn can be said to have changed every month, with more and more famous diners coming to the door, and even diners from neighboring prefectures and counties came here specifically to taste the taste.

Now, the area of ​​Fulai Inn has more than tripled. At Wang Kuang's suggestion, the inn's table tables and door panels were brushed with tung oil, which looked shiny and shiny. Even the straw mats on the floor tiles were soaked in tung oil. They were no longer like before, and they felt uncomfortable sitting on the rainy day.
Chapter completed!