Chapter 120: Make it a specialty of Wuxian

Dozens of people were busy in the front yard of Wuxian County Government Office.

Some were hammering the hammer, some were filtering, and some were pouring out the residue. They were all busy, looking like real work.

The legal advisor and the household clerk ran back and forth, looking here and there.

The lectures are taught in a clear and straightforward manner. It is such a simple and straightforward thing, but when it comes to practice, there are always people who find it stupid and make mistakes here and there. They are so stupid.

The leaves of Pueraria lobata and Pueraria lobata were placed there, and everyone said they could see them clearly.

When digging, some people always do it the wrong way, and after digging for a long time, all they find is firewood.

Don't break it when you hammer it, just hit it a few times and then ask if it's done?

Really, you refuse to open your mouth even when food is handed to you, you deserve to starve!

The lawyer was furious. These people didn't believe that fern roots and kudzu roots could be squeezed into powder. They thought the county was going to assign new labor service, so they deliberately made trouble by not knowing how to do this or that.

On the contrary, Niu Er and his gang of yamen runners learned very seriously. Niu Er had seen County Magistrate Hu's respect for Su Bucheng, and had also seen fern root powder, kudzu powder, and vermicelli, so he believed it was real.

They wanted to learn as soon as possible so they could go back and teach their families, so that they could have more food at home and their wives and children wouldn't have to go hungry.

"I'm asking, do you really not know how to do it or are you doing it on purpose?" The master saw through it.

"The County Magistrate, out of pity for the people's hunger, has devised a brilliant plan and has invited you to learn it. Once you've mastered it, you can return and benefit the villagers, using it for yourselves or selling it. How can you not appreciate his kindness? Are you truly worthy of his kindness by being so perfunctory?"

The noisy crowd quieted down.

"Master, it's not that we are not diligent in learning, it's just that we have never heard of it. How can these things be squeezed into powder? It's clearly just juice. If the county government wants to assign labor service, it should just say so. Why use such methods to torture people?" A village chief said bluntly.

During the busy farming season, I was notified to go to the county government office immediately because of an important matter.

They came here in a hurry, but ended up digging up wild vegetable and tree roots, saying they could be used to make flour. Isn't this nonsense?

Our ancestors have lived here for generations and have eaten it before. Who has ever seen it in other ways?

"You! Is the county magistrate that kind of person? Our Wu County is poor, but think about it yourselves. Are the taxes and labor service imposed by the county government too much? Have they ever oppressed you? Before each levy, the county magistrate would be extremely worried, fearing that it would embarrass the people. He knew that it was not easy for the people to survive.

I finally got a good method to teach you, but you didn't cherish the opportunity and were so perfunctory. I guess you're not hungry enough!"

The lawyer was a little sad. It is said that poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people. The ancients were right!

We rolled up our sleeves with full confidence and got to work, but reality slapped us in the face and we were left in awkward silence.

"Master!" Niu Er quietly tugged at the master's sleeve, "Take out those things and let them see them, and they will naturally believe it!"

The lawyer then came to his senses and realized that he had been busy for a long time and forgot to show the real thing to the village chiefs. He hurriedly asked someone to bring the flour and vermicelli.

"Look, everyone. These are the powders squeezed from fern roots and kudzu roots. These are the vermicelli made from the powders." The lawyer placed the finished product on the table for everyone to see.

The village heads picked up the granular powder and squeezed it into powder with their hands; then they picked up the vermicelli and squeezed it into strips, which were tough and not easy to break.

"Is it really squeezed out of these roots?" One village chief still didn't believe it.

"Really? The filtered juice will have sediment tomorrow. The sediment will be taken out and dried to become powder. The powder can be kneaded into a ball to make noodles. After being cooked and dried, it will become vermicelli!" The master said affirmatively.

"This was made by Mr. Su, a new villager from Huanggou Village. Knowing the wildness and poverty of Lingnan, he hopes this method can help everyone avoid starvation! The County Magistrate, upon learning this method, wishes he could teach you all right away!"

I believe everyone here has their own opinion on how to judge a person's character. Is Jiangdong Plow good? The Second Young Master didn't think about making money, but about how to get the villagers to use it as soon as possible.

Not only do they offer low prices, but they also provide processing services on demand. Where can you find such a good person?

Now, the master and the second young master have gone to the provincial capital to find a way to sell these things, hoping to find a way to sell them so that they can earn some money to supplement their family expenses in the future."

"We were wrong!" After hearing the county magistrate running around for them, the village heads finally realized how wrong they were and lowered their heads in guilt.

Picking up the tools and working again, this time everyone was serious, no longer being perfunctory or complaining about not knowing how to do this or that.

The rhizomes were pounded into a pulp and filtered several times without being thrown away until the juice squeezed out lost its color.

"Don't mix the kudzu root residue and the fern root residue together. The kudzu root residue can be fermented and used as agricultural fertilizer." The master reminded loudly.

"I know! Haha!" This time the village heads answered in unison.

After the processing is completed, the master uses the flour in his hands to make vermicelli on the spot for everyone to see.

"Look carefully, this powder has particles, so it needs to be ground into fine powder first; this powder is not sticky, so you must add some water to dilute it, cook it into mature juice, then add cornstarch and mix it, and knead it into a ball!" The master emphasized the key points of production.

The village heads watched attentively, and the smart ones participated and helped.

"You must remember the ratio of cooked juice and raw starch, otherwise the vermicelli you make will either not be formed or be too hard to cook!" The master was afraid that everyone would not take it seriously and the vermicelli they made would be unqualified.

"These fern roots and kudzu roots are not only found in Wu County, but can be found all over the mountains and plains of Wuzhou. Once the word gets out, everyone will be able to make them. If we want to make them into a specialty of Wu County, we must first make them well, make them meticulously, and make them better than anyone else."

The lawyer explained the truth in detail, not wanting anyone to ruin the reputation of Wuxian's specialty due to their eagerness for quick success.

"Making vermicelli is just the beginning. There will be better things in the future. We must all work together. In the future, no one will have to go hungry anymore, and every household will become prosperous."

“Will this day really come?” The village heads felt like they were listening to nonsense.

Not going hungry is a blessing from heaven, so how could we dare to expect every household to be prosperous? Those who are afraid of poverty dare not even imagine that day will come.

"You guys! Just listen to the arrangements made by the adults and wait. It won't be long before you will have new things to learn!" said the master mysteriously.

"Master, is there anything else? Please tell us quickly! Don't make us feel anxious and uncomfortable!" The village heads were itching to find out.

"No hurry, no hurry. You should learn how to make the vermicelli first and then we'll talk about it after you've finished it!" The master smiled but said nothing.

County Magistrate Hu brought Lu Zhaoshi in. The place was bustling with activity and he was very happy.

"Greetings, Your Excellency the Governor! Greetings, Your Excellency!" When the legal advisor saw the master of the house with a man in a light crimson official robe, he guessed it was the Governor and hurried forward to greet him.

In the Tang Dynasty, the rank of the provincial governor ranged from the third rank to the fifth rank according to the level of the prefecture.

Wuzhou was a lower-level prefecture, and the governor was of the fifth rank or below, and his official robes were light crimson.

"Thank you for your hard work! How are you doing in your studies?" County Magistrate Hu said in a friendly manner.

"My lord, I have almost finished learning. I will study and dry the sediment tomorrow and then return." The lawyer replied.