"My dear, can flour made from this thing be delicious?" After the three people were shocked, Chen's mother asked hurriedly.

Su Xia thought about the actions in the later videos and nodded slightly.

"You steam the potatoes and add some flour, and that's potato pancakes."

Chen Jianjun's father looked at Chen's mother, and Chen's mother knew this.

But I feel guilty and say, “I didn’t do it well!”

Forehead--

The father and son thought of their wife and mother's tasteless art.

Su Xia was not speaking casually. In fact, this thing is available in cities or good county towns. It's just that the villagers nowadays think that steaming it is easier and more economical.

Of course, I didn't think about it. Besides, they couldn't even eat enough, so how could there be any extra food to grind into flour?

In ancient times, wheat would be ground into flour and made into bricks for use in times of famine.

Father Chen thinks this is feasible. Whether it is ground into flour or made into vermicelli, it can be preserved longer than it is now.

As for the method, they can make vermicelli themselves, but they have never ground it into flour.

Chen Jianjun was a little anxious. He thought this was a good idea because it could generate income for the village, so they could get more money.

He looked at Chen's father anxiously, "Dad, should we call the captain over?"

Father Chen did not respond immediately, but looked at Su Xia and said, "Old man, what do you say?"

Su Xia shrugged indifferently. Now it's a collective economy era, and individuals are not allowed to do it. In this case, it's better for the village to do it.

"Dad, you guys decide. Besides, I'm just saying, which aunt in the village can't make this?"

Chen Jianjun breathed a sigh of relief. He had forgotten that it was his sister-in-law who made the suggestion.

Father Chen nodded. What is vermicelli? We make some at home every year. Is there anything wrong with hiding it?

"It's from the old family. I think the older generation knows how to grind it into flour. The villagers nowadays don't know how to do it?"

Su Xia immediately said, "Dad, it's easier to grind it into flour. We can call the captain and the others over and make some ourselves first. If we think it's okay, we can see what they think."

"Dad, I'm going to find the captain!"

The three of them looked at Chen Jianjun running away, their mouths trembling. Chen's mother said in disgust, "Why is the third child still so impatient?"

Mr. Chen agreed. Among his three sons, the eldest was steady, the second was a little naive, and the third was impatient.

Su Xia didn't care. As for what the villagers thought, that was up to them.

But the captain and his men should be very happy. Every year, there is a bumper harvest of potatoes and sweet potatoes. The villagers have cornmeal and wheat. How could they possibly eat potatoes and sweet potatoes instead? That would cause heartburn.

Su Xia's guess was right. Before she had waited for half an hour, she saw a group of people coming in.

Looking over one by one, wow, the former team leader, the current team leader, the secretary, the accountant, the deputy accountant, Chen Jianjun, and several important people from the village were all there.

The eagerness on the faces of the group of people almost overwhelmed them when they saw Su Xia.

Su Xia glanced at the third brother and said with a look, "What's going on? What did you say?"

Unfortunately, Chen Jianjun was in his excitement and thought that since his family had brought in the crops, he should have a share, so that Aunt Li, who was feeding the chickens, could also get some work points.

Su Xia....

Well, let’s not hint at that. That’s like playing the lute to a cow.

The former captain stared at Su Xia with an expression as if he was looking at a rare treasure, thinking, "Su Xia is really good. She has brought some income to the village."

The current captain said, "Sister-in-law Jianguo, this man cannot be offended. He must be worshipped in the future. If he makes it, I will give it directly to you."

Secretary Accountant "Ouch...

It’s great that the villagers can share the money!”

Others said, "This is the God of Wealth, we must worship him more!"

Chen's father and mother looked at the strange group of people, just staring at them, and most of them didn't move. A strange sense of pride came over them.

Humph - if you follow the old man, you can do whatever you want in the village.

On the last afternoon, Su Xia was accompanied by Chen's mother and her two excited younger siblings.

Follow everyone to the village office, where there is a big pot and open space.

Zhao Dalin was the new team leader. He called over his wife, his younger sister-in-law, his mother, as well as several clean-cut aunties and young wives in the village.

Because Su Xia said, "This thing is simple and doesn't require much technical knowledge. It's better to learn more at once."

Just like that, after everyone gathered, the villagers came over to watch the fun and to show their affection to the educated youth who were far away.

After finding out what happened, all the Sun Min cheered, and some even said directly, "Captain, I have extra firewood at home, I'll go get it!"

"I still have some rotten potatoes and sweet potatoes at home. Bring them here and give me some vermicelli when the time comes."

The others were all looking forward to it. Zhao Dalin nodded, then explained the calling method and asked the accountant to write it down directly.

If you are literate, the ratio is about 5 potatoes to 1 vermicelli, and the same is true for sweet potatoes.

If the villagers want to exchange, they can give an extra pound. When they send it to the purchasing station, they can exchange 7 pounds of potatoes for 1 pound of vermicelli.

As for those who help, work points are still counted, after all, it is not a factory.

However, the money from the sales, except for the money earned by the villagers themselves, cannot be counted as money.

If you want to make a profit and get a share of the money, the villagers have to provide the raw materials. This means that when the grain is distributed in the future, each household should remember how much to keep, and then the money can be divided.

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole Zhaojia Village was instantly in an uproar. Everyone agreed, because they rarely ate these two things. If they were converted into money, the family could have an income. Some people were even smarter.

Thinking about my two mu of private land, I wondered if I could pay back the money.

The accountant nodded and said, "Okay, but you have to think about it. We will give the land to the benefactors first. After paying their salaries, the rest will be ours."

After Su Xia understood this division method, he didn't say anything. In fact, if it is developed into a factory, it will be purchased from the villagers, and then they will make finished products and sell them.

Now, we can appreciate the collective economy, which is good.

The villagers thought it was okay, after all, they couldn't do it together. However, those who were quick-witted had already thought about whether this job was the same as raising chickens and pigs.

It saves time and effort, and the work points are high.

It's a pity that he was beaten back.

The captain said without further ado, "It's not my job, why are you trying to get involved? Every year after the grain is distributed, don't forget that we are busy farming during this period."

......

Well, everyone suddenly realized that they had forgotten about it in just one month.

Su Xia almost burst out laughing, but Chen's mother Xia Lai Di and Liu Chunxia, ​​who were standing next to her, rubbed their breasts excitedly when they saw the envious looks from others.

This one 껩 has work points, which is already a lot for them.

In this way, Su Xia led everyone to pick potatoes and sweet potatoes, wash and cut them into pieces, add water and grind them into mud, and then filter and precipitate them.

There are a series of steps. First, make a batch of vermicelli. This is continued in the village. The team leader is not idle. He is recording the potatoes and sweet potatoes brought back by the villagers.

Su Xia taught me how to make potato flour. The steps were the same, but after filtering it at the end, the sediment at the bottom was dried.

The method of making sweet potato flour is even simpler. Wash the fresh sweet potatoes, cut them into small pieces, steam them, mash them into a paste, expose them to the sun, dry them, and then grind them into powder.

"Sister-in-law, what should we do with these things when the time comes?" Liu Chunxia asked, and the others looked at Su Xia.

Su Xiaxiao didn't refuse and directly suggested a few simple methods. "These two flours might be a bit sticky if eaten alone, but if you mix them with some wheat flour or corn flour, you can make steamed buns, steamed corn bread, pancakes, or noodles. You are all good at cooking, so you can try more when the time comes."

The others grinned happily when they heard this, and none of them paid any attention to Su Xia, as they were busy with their own things.

After seeing this, Su Xia thought the villagers were quite cute.