When Wang Guihua came to visit, Ning Jing was in the kitchen making meatballs!

With so many children in the family, all of whom are growing up, and Fu Hongxing, who also loves meat.

Therefore, most of the dishes prepared at home for the Lunar New Year are meat dishes.

For this batch of meatballs, Ning Jing specially bought two sections of lotus root in the county town. She peeled and chopped one section and mixed it with the minced meat before frying it into meatballs. Even after it cooled down a bit, it tasted great when eaten directly.

“Ningjing, what should we do? Your brother Dazhu told them before that corn and sweet potatoes could only be brought along, but we didn’t expect that at least half of the grain delivered this time would be these coarse grains.”

Wang Guihua looked troubled. The sweet potatoes and corn didn't taste good, and very few people in the city were buying them.

She noticed that many people around the shop would rather buy much more expensive rice than eat this stuff that could only fill their stomachs.

Of course, the people Wang Guihua knew were only a part of the city.

In fact, many people in the city are hungry. They would not complain even if they were asked to eat sweet potato peels, let alone sweet potatoes.

Not to mention, many educated youth returned to the city, causing overcrowding in the city.

Especially those educated youth who had no jobs, so they could only receive a little bit of the most basic food, but how could that little bit of food be enough for such a big and strong man?

Therefore, mixing in some whole grains is naturally unavoidable.

These coarse grains should naturally be bought from this grain store.

“Sister-in-law Guihua, I suggest that when you and Brother Dazhu open your shop in the spring, you take the stone mill from your house with you.”

"A stone mill? What's the point of bringing that thing? It's not big, but it's incredibly heavy."

When Wang Guihua heard Ning Jing say that, she asked in surprise.

The stone mill in the house was made when she and Zhao Dazhu had their daughter, Gendi. Her mother-in-law separated them from the family, and since they didn't have the money to grind grain at the village mill, her brothers asked an old stonemason to make a small stone mill for her and brought it over.

Back then, there wasn't much food, so this small stone mill was just about enough for Wang Guihua and her family.

But now, if you take it to the store to grind grain, it's too small. You probably won't be able to grind many kilograms in a day.

“The corn grits ground in the village are too big. If you want your corn to sell well, you should grind it into powder completely. That way, even when you make corn cakes, they won’t be as big as the corn grits we grind in the countryside. They might not even cook properly even after a long time.”

Upon hearing Ning Jing's words, Wang Guihua suddenly understood.

But now that the corn is taken care of, what about the sweet potatoes and potatoes?

These two items are estimated to weigh tens of thousands of kilograms each.

Ning Jing kept scooping meatballs that had been fried in oil with her hands, while she was thinking about how to cook sweet potatoes so that people would rush to buy them.

"Sister Guihua, why don't you make sweet potato flour? There will definitely be a lot of people buying it then."

As for the potatoes, let me think about it some more.

Ning Jing scooped out all the meatballs, first draining the oil through a mesh strainer, then setting them aside with a layer underneath so that any oil that dripped down would be collected in the bowl and not wasted.

Looking at the remaining oil from frying the meatballs, Ning Jing suddenly became lost in thought. Wang Guihua, seeing this, wondered if she should ask Ning Jing if she was thinking about something.