The next day, the filtered and settled sweet potato starch showed distinct layers.
With the village head and several households as witnesses, Shen Qingyu poured out the water, placed the sweet potato starch in a large bowl, and steamed it layer by layer until cooked.
It came out as a large piece.
After letting the sweet potato starch blocks dry, Shen Qingyu invited the village head and several households to come over for breakfast the next morning.
The next morning, under everyone's watchful eyes, Shen Qingyu cut a whole block of sweet potato noodles into thin strips, chopped pickled cabbage and chili peppers into soup, added the sweet potato noodles and cooked them, then divided them into bowls, and sprinkled a little chopped green onion on top.
Xiao Taohua and Liu Cuixi placed bowls of spicy and sour sweet potato vermicelli with red broth and green scallions in front of everyone, their eyes filled with pride.
They felt proud that their boss was so capable!
The village head picked up the hot and sour sweet potato noodles, picked up a mouthful with his chopsticks, and found that the noodles were not easy to break and were quite elastic.
The moment he put it in his mouth, the village head's eyes lit up!
It's chewy and smooth, and paired with a sour and spicy broth... He'd never tasted sweet potato noodles this good before!
"This tastes really good!" the village head exclaimed, beginning to savor it.
The representatives from several companies also started eating, and then nodded in approval.
Shen Qingyu explained the production process in detail.
She hadn't intended to keep it a secret anyway, since making sweet potato starch doesn't require much technical skill and isn't complicated.
Even if you don't tell others, it's not difficult for people to figure it out on their own.
However... even if an ordinary person makes it, where can they sell it?
How much can it sell for?
How much effort does it take to sell it?
Shen Qingyu patiently waited for everyone to finish eating before speaking: "If I were to sell these sweet potato vermicelli, I would first dry them in the sun, and then bundle them up and sell them in bundles."
The village head and several men and women exchanged glances: "How much can this stuff sell for per pound?"
Shen Qingyu smiled: "You don't need to worry about how much I sell it for per kilogram. I only do two things in the village."
Two slender, white fingers are held up.
"The first thing is that you dig up the sweet potatoes you grow, wash them clean on the same day, and bring them over. I'll charge you ten coins per pound. I only accept white sweet potatoes, not yellow ones."
White sweet potatoes have a higher starch yield than yellow sweet potatoes.
"The second thing is that when my sweet potato vermicelli workshop started, the people from the village who came to work for me would be paid twenty coins or two jin of mixed grains for every hundred jin of sweet potato vermicelli they ground and filtered."
"For every thirty catties of dried sweet potato vermicelli made from the filtered sweet potato starch paste, I would give you twenty coins or two catties of mixed grains."
“Under normal circumstances, 100 jin of sweet potatoes can make 30 jin of dried sweet potato vermicelli.”
"If everyone thinks it's a good idea, you can go home and plant sweet potatoes as soon as possible. I'll wait for Uncle Village Head and everyone to confirm."
"If everyone is sure they want to do this, and you've planted your sweet potatoes, then come to my house to build a house for making sweet potato flour..."
The group looked at each other in bewilderment, then dispersed in a flurry, all heading home to discuss their plans.
Uncle Lizheng hadn't left yet. He was very excited, looking at Shen Qingyu's face as if he were seeing Guanyin Bodhisattva.
"Qingyu... I really don't know what to say..."
Shen Qingyu chuckled: "Uncle Village Head, please don't be so polite. I've already calculated the business, and I'll make a profit too."
You can still make a lot of money.
One hundred catties of sweet potatoes, when made into vermicelli, can be sold for three taels of silver.
However, the production cost is only about 1,100 coins.
Even including the profit for the sales channels, you can earn at least half an ounce of silver for every hundred pounds of sweet potatoes you get.
If you produce 50,000 catties of sweet potatoes a month and sell 1,500 catties of sweet potato vermicelli, you can earn at least 250 taels of silver.
Although the money may not seem like much, sweet potato vermicelli is easy to transport, can be stored for a long time, and can be sold far away.
They can even sell them in the capital.
The village headman's face hardened: "You came up with the idea, so you should naturally earn the money! Besides, repairing the workshop will cost money! And all of this is your money..."
Shen Qingyu chuckled and pointed towards the backyard: "Uncle Village Head, since we've come this far, let me make things clear first."
"The backyard is too small. To make sweet potato starch, we need to dry it. That's not something that can be done in just a little space."
"Therefore, the village will provide space to build workshops and places to dry sweet potato flour."
Since it involves food, for the sake of food safety and for the convenience of quality control, Shen Qingyu felt that it was better to do it in a centralized manner.
The village head slapped his thigh and said, "What's so difficult about that? There's a large open space next to your backyard, probably about three acres. See if that's enough for you."
Shen Qingyu thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up: "That's enough. I wonder how much it costs per acre?"
The village head looked around, lowered his voice, and spoke mysteriously.
“You’re doing this to help the villagers make a living, so I can’t let you suffer a loss. The village sells barren hills for ten taels of silver per mu, so I’ll just say eight taels for you, is that acceptable?”
Shen Qingyu grinned: "Sure! Of course it's sure to be true."
Uncle Village Head was happy and cheerfully prepared to leave.
Shen Qingyu called out to him again: "Uncle Village Head, there's something else I need your help with."
"What is it? Tell me."
"You need to oversee who in this village is capable and who is not. I would also like to ask you to help them keep accounts."
"In the end, I just need to pay according to the amount of sweet potato vermicelli produced."
Before the village head could even ask for a solution, Shen Qingyu immediately offered her terms: "I won't say anything else, I'll just give you ten coins for every thirty catties of sweet potato noodles, is that acceptable?"
The village head's eyes lit up instantly!
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