Cowardly Stepmother Dressed As the Hero

When Jirong City began to build houses vigorously, the sweet potatoes outside the city also quietly matured.

When the time enters autumn, people in this era do not have the custom of the Mid-Autumn Festival, but they will determine the harvest date according to the twenty-four solar terms.

Cao Mi had some regrets, so before the fifteenth day of August, he fiddled with the mansion for a while and baked golden moon cakes.

The crust of the moon cake is a kind of pastry made in this era, it tastes crispy, and the filling is a delicious and inexpensive bean paste filling, with sugar added, the whole moon cake tastes very delicious.

Afterwards, Cao Mi distributed thousands of moon cakes in the name of wishing a good harvest.

A few days after eating the moon cakes, after being reminded by an experienced old farmer, Jirong City officially entered the harvest season.

It was already summer when the first group of people came to Jirong, and in places like the north of Liaozhou, if they missed spring ploughing, they almost missed everything.

Therefore, the farmers did not grow rice and not much wheat.

They brought sweet potato seedlings and pepper seeds, and planted a large number of fields with shorter-growing crops such as sweet potatoes and peppers.

The harvesting of sweet potatoes is much simpler than that of rice and wheat. After harvesting, there is no need to go through multiple processes.

So that day, Cao Mi and several children's yard received a large basket of sweet potatoes from the outer city.

Before, because the sweet potato planting area was not large and there were concerns about keeping seeds, the palace was not able to open its appetite to eat.

So this time, the three children, especially Qi Ran, were so happy that they could not wait to eat sweet potatoes at every meal.

When Cao Mi saw sweet potatoes at dinner for the third time, she was already a little tired.

Looking at Qi Ran, who was full of sweet potato dregs, Cao Mi thought about it and said, "Let's make sweet potato flour tomorrow."

Qi Ran raised her head from the bowl and asked earnestly, "Mother, what is sweet potato flour?"

"Sweet potato flour is... vermicelli made from sweet potatoes," Cao Mi explained.

Dong Li smiled and asked: "Princess, sweet potato... can you also make vermicelli from the left?"

"Of course." Cao Mi said.

In the countryside, in autumn and winter, farmers will make sweet potato flour from some of the sweet potatoes that cannot be stored.

The next day, she greeted people, ground the sweet potatoes into a fine powder, and then washed them with water.

Qi Rui and Qi An were reading in the house, only Xiao Pangdun couldn't sit still and came out to watch the cooks busy with her.

He reached out and stirred it in the tank, and while playing with the water, he asked, "Mother, where's the fan?"

Cao Mi pointed at the white sweet potato powder waterway in the tank: "Take your hand away!

"The white water is sweet potato flour. Let's put it on for a day, and when the sweet potato flour settles down tomorrow, we can just dump the water on it."

Qi Ran's mouth widened: "What is 'precipitation'?"

Cao Mi supported his forehead: "Sweet potato flour is very heavy and will sink. As long as you don't stir it up, after a night, he will sink down by himself."

Qi Ran nodded thoughtfully.

The next day, when Qi Ran came to see it again, he saw the sedimentation phenomenon on the upper and lower layers.

The upper layer is clear water, and the lower layer is white, which is the main material of sweet potato flour.

Because the children at home were eager to eat, Cao Mi didn't do that complicated set of things, and directly asked the cook to mix the sweet potato flour precipitated below, add water and starch to form a batter, then scoop out a thin layer and spread it on the top. Steamed.

After steaming, the original paste solidifies into a translucent solid, and it is considered finished.

Then, Cao Mi started by himself and cut the whole sweet potato flour into strips of powder.

"...You can treat him as ordinary rice noodles." Cao Mi instructed the cook: "Add some bone broth and cook it, and you can eat it."

In fact, Cao Mi wanted to try the classic way of eating sweet potato noodles—hot and sour noodles, but considering that there were three children at home, he couldn’t eat anything too exciting, so he replaced it with a lighter bone broth.

The cook nodded and said, "Yes."

That night, everyone in the palace ate this new food.

Sweet potato flour is actually quite different from ordinary noodle rice noodles. It is translucent and tastes smoother and chewier.

Qi Ran held the bowl and almost buried her whole face in it.

"It's delicious!" Xiao Pangdun cheered after he was full.

He asked Cao Mi, "Mother, do you want to give this reward to everyone too?"

He still remembered the bean paste mooncake made by Cao Mi on August 15th.

Cao Mi thought for a while: "This...it's not done much, so there's no way to reward it."

She really didn't think so at first.

After all, modern people often give moon cakes as gifts during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but few people give worthless sweet potato flour as gifts.

Especially in Cao Mi's hometown, sweet potato flour can be made by every household as a gift... It's really "not on the table".

But Qi Ran's words reminded her.

Cao Mi said: "Speaking of which, this sweet potato harvest is bumper. Although the farmers haven't finished harvesting, but because they don't need to arrange shelling and grinding like wheat, there is nothing to do.

"But it's better to tell them about sweet potato flour so they can make some."

Dong Li reminded next to him: "Princess, after the farmers have a bumper harvest, don't they have to prepare for building a house?"

Cao Mi smiled and said, "Although the cement workshop and the blue brick workshop have expanded their scale, the output is limited, so how can everyone start building houses together?

"After harvesting, some people are arranged to make sweet potato flour."

Dong Li nodded: "Yes, the maid will go to Rong Guan tomorrow to discuss with him."

Cao Mi said, "Wait."

She touched her chin and said, "If you want to make sweet potato flour on a large scale...don't use what Fuzhong just did. Steaming them one by one is a waste of time."

Dong Li was stunned.

She quickly realized something and asked, "Is there any other way to make sweet potato flour?"

Cao Mi smiled: "Of course."

She thought about it for a while, and talked to Dongli carefully.

Compared with the common practice, the second method of making sweet potato flour is somewhat different.

The precipitated sweet potato powder needs to be dried and stirred into a paste with water.

Finally, use a scoop with holes to squeeze the goo out of the bottom of the scoop and let them fall into the scalding boiling water to cook.

The sweet potato flour produced in this way is the common dark cylindrical strip, not the flat noodles that Cao Mi and others have eaten these days.

A few days later, when Dongli brought people to the sweet potato shop that was temporarily prepared, he brought several scoops with holes.

I found a master who is used to making noodles, beat the scoop with even hand strength, and after several tests, I got a slender and uniform sweet potato flour.

"These sweet potato flours can already be eaten directly." Cao Mi looked at the finished products that Dong Li brought back, and said directly, "But if you don't eat them, you can dry them all and keep them for a long time."

Dong Li was slightly stunned: "So it is."

She smiled and said, "This year's sweet potato harvest is bumper, but manager Rong Guan is still thinking about whether to mobilize people to build more cellars.

"If the sweet potato flour can be stored after drying, it will save this matter."

Cao Mi nodded: "Well, let them try it. Sweet potato flour doesn't need to be sent to the cellar, as long as it doesn't get wet, it can be stored for a long time."

On this day, in the rejection of Rong Chengzhong, people who had been eating sweet potatoes for several days were greeted with sweet potato flour that looked gray and autumn.

The author has something to say: thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: dew ~10 bottles; pine cones 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!