"Miss, what is this red noodle?"

"Chili noodles."

"Chili powder? Never heard of it."

Zheng Shao was unfamiliar with the word "chili" and didn't know what it was.

However, he asked again with a studious attitude.

“What is chili powder used for?”

"You'll know in a moment."

Mengyue didn't say it directly, but kept it a secret.

Speaking of these peppers, I have to praise the system, this little foodie.

In the past, she made spicy seasonings with dogwood picked from the mountains.

But Tuanzi complained that the taste was not very good, and the spiciness was not as good as chili peppers, not stimulating enough, so he insisted on eating chili peppers.

She ignored the system. She never thought that Tuanzi would work so hard to eat it in one bite. He had to dig out several kilograms of durian from between his teeth and exchange them for tens of thousands of kilograms of chili peppers in the mall.

In other words, the current space not only has mountains of food, but also piles of peppers.

Even though she likes spicy food, she couldn't help but feel a headache when she saw so many peppers.

However, it’s not that Tuanzi has no use for these peppers.

She discovered that peppers were not yet a crop in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the diet was relatively bland, with few people having tasted spicy food.

In the spring of next year, she decided to plant some peppers in her own fields and also let villagers from seven villages plant some. No matter how much they planted, she would buy it back at a high price.

Perhaps in a few years, as spicy food becomes popularized, Qingshan Town will become a chili production base, with merchants from all over the country coming here to purchase goods, driving the town's economic development and improving the villagers' living standards.

As for food, there is no need to worry about this issue.

After all, the food stored in the space is not fake, and the villagers will harvest hot peppers in time.

As long as you bring it to her, you can sell it for money or exchange it for food. Even if you don’t plant a single rice in the field, you don’t have to worry about having nothing to eat.

With the help of the villagers, big pots were quickly set up, and some people consciously sat in front of the stove to light the fire.

The big pot was heated, and Mengyue used a spoon to scoop out a large amount of lard. Under the high temperature, the lard melted in an instant.

Mengyue kept watching the oil temperature. When it was about 50% to 60% hot, she drained the locusts and poured them into the oil pan.

“Crackle!”

“Squeak…”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…”

All kinds of sounds came out of the pot.

"A small fire."

"Okay."

After the high fire in the stove turned into a low fire, the locust's belly slowly swelled up.

After becoming a token of allegiance, Mengyue picked up a bamboo sieve from the side, scooped up the fried locusts in the pot, and poured them into the winnowing basket.

Zheng Shao, Sun Biao, Wu Zhen and others standing nearby were already stunned.

From Meng Yue's movements, they realized that these fried locusts were meant to be eaten.

Zheng Shao felt that this was Lanlong County, and as the county magistrate, he had to take the lead and not offend the young lady.

Besides, he saw clearly how Mengyue processed the locusts before eating. Every locust was washed clean and edible.