Martial Sage

"Oh, I like the new crops my husband is researching so much. Okay, I'll subscribe another million catties for our house. Let's eat slowly." Tang Hao said.

"Huh?" Li Wanqing immediately slashed three slashes on her forehead, "Officials, you remember correctly, you are not confused because of the harvest, are you? We can't finish the potatoes in our house, you still..."

"The old man's house bought two million catties, Master Cheng bought 1.5 million catties, and Master Changsun bought two million catties. Every store in our house bought a thousand catties, as well as the people of Chang'an. In this way, there are still more than 10 million catties of potatoes that have not fallen in the fields. I have added another million catties to the army's granary..." Tang Hao said separately.

Li Wanqing, Princess Changle’s eyes instantly stared like copper bells, and even the Zhenger on one side showed different cute expressions. Look at the potatoes drying in the yard, and then look at Tang Hao, who is embarrassed underneath.

This food shortage is a problem, and there must be a solution when the food is high yield. This time, all the wealthy merchants in Chang'an have rigidly assigned the task of subscribing for potatoes, which, at least, started at 100,000 catties.

After several rounds of marketing, Tang Hao looked at the experimental field, as if there were still so many potatoes in the field. He remembered that the corners of his mouth became angry, and several blisters formed overnight. All the farmers have filled their own granaries, not counting rice stalks. By this month of next year, they will basically eat potatoes for three meals a day.

But the servants of the palace found that all three meals of own have become potatoes. In the morning, they have potato shreds and served with rice soup. At noon, there is pork belly stewed with potatoes, and it is also fatty meat with a lot of oil. In the evening, the chef will work hard to press the potato lumps into mashed potatoes and eat them with soybean sauce.

In the past, I didn't care about any dishes, I just lost the little spoon. Now the chef slams two large spoons into the bowl and asks: "Is it enough? Is there enough?"

This thing is really full, but the flatulence that it produces makes many ladies Miss very embarrassed. Especially at the elegant moments of Fuqin chanting poems, whoever bloats in his stomach for a while, it is really a bit destructive to the atmosphere.

But eating potatoes is a hard task at present, better than being hungry during the famine, right?

During this period of time, the General's Mansion was eating potatoes all at once, and Tang Hao was also changing his way of eating. Peeling potatoes is a physically demanding and boring job. When there is nothing wrong with it, Wu Tong will automatically start the peeling job.

At noon that day, I made stir-fried potato shreds. When Wu Tong cleaned the wooden tub soaked with potato shreds, he found a thick layer of white substance deposited under the wooden basin. At first he thought it was the last wave of steamed bun noodles. The basin was not cleaned, so I wonder if this flour can't be wasted.

Wu Tong dug up the white matter deposited in the basin and prepared it for drying. After drying, he rolled the noodles, but when he touched these unidentified substances in the basin, he discovered that it was not wheat flour.

Because the texture is slippery and it feels a little loose to the touch, he took a sip with his index finger and tasted it. It felt similar to cornmeal. There were pigs in the backyard and they needed feed.

He tried to gather these white substances together, made a small bucket, and boiled and fed them to the pigs first. As long as the pig is not poisoned after eating it, then this thing is non-toxic. At present, this is also the most direct way to experiment with food.

At this moment, Tang Hao walked over and saw the bucket of paste-like objects. He tasted it with his index finger. The taste was okay, but the shape was a little unacceptable, and it looked like that kind of object.

what. . . this is not. . Tang Hao suddenly thought of going back to the countryside to celebrate the New Year when he was very young. He saw people in the village yard grinding the cassava into a paste and drying the vermicelli.

Isn't this kind of paste-like object a vermicelli when it is air-cured? Shabu-shabu, the kind of stewed meat? If you can make vermicelli successfully, the potatoes in the fields will not be a burden.

Tang Hao was very excited at this time, and the worries in his heart for many days were wiped out. Potatoes are made into vermicelli, which has a higher taste and a variety of cooking patterns. At the same time, the added value of the processed vermicelli will be ascension.

In the past, Changan merchants thought that just selling potatoes wouldn't make money. In addition, this thing was heavy and the transportation cost was high, so they could only sell them locally.

After the vermicelli was made, the profit doubled, and the transportation cost dropped all at once, which meant a larger sales market and audience, which was a potential business opportunity.

Bold ideas filled Tang Hao's brain like magma, and he couldn't wait to turn this idea into reality.

"It will definitely be possible to make vermicelli." Tang Hao was confident. The most important thing in this world is the transformation of thinking. Once you have a bold idea and put it into scientific practice, this thing will definitely succeed.

The General Mansion itself is not short of money, plus Tang Hao's smart IQ, everything will come naturally. Wu Tong took the funds drawn by Tang Hao's accountant and the tool drawings drawn by Tang Hao and hurried to the West Market.

Within a day, the equipment for making vermicelli was completed. Of course, after the carriage returned the thin iron plate, Tang Hao took the tools and made small holes one by one, neatly arranged from thick to thin.

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