Chapter 153: Making Bo Zai Gao with Jelly Flour
In the afternoon, Xu Zhiyi followed everyone to the field carrying a hoe. Old Man Su pointed to an acre of plowed field, which was plowed by borrowing a plow from the village chief's house yesterday and harnessed to his own mule.
"The fields are plowed, but they have been left uncultivated for many years and the soil is very poor. I am afraid that crops will not grow well."
Xu Zhiyi heard this and looked at these fields. They were indeed not fertile fields. In ancient times, there was no fertilizer, so people used animal manure. There were too many fields, so where would they get so much manure to fertilize the soil? It would be great if there was fertilizer.
Huh? How could she forget that she can make fat!
"Grandfather, I have a way to ensure that we can grow good crops in this barren soil."
Old Man Su: "What method?"
Su Ze: "It's okay, at worst we can go out with baskets on our backs to pick up animal manure together, this is the most effective method."
Hearing this, Xu Zhiyi thought of going out to pick up cow dung every day. Oh, she didn't want to do that, so she quickly interrupted: "Leave it to me. Starting tomorrow, when you urinate, save it in the urine bucket. I will use it when the time comes."
Su Shi, who was standing by, heard Xu Zhiyi's words and believed them completely. She looked at everyone and said, "Okay, then everyone should do this from tomorrow!"
Shen Wuyou led the mule over and asked Old Man Su to put the yoke on the mule's back. After finishing the plow, he whipped the mule's butt with a whip, and the plow was driven all at once, and the land it passed through was turned over.
The rest of the people, those who had hoes or rakes, broke up the soil and made it smooth. Those who didn't have tools followed behind and raked the grass into small piles and put them on the ridges of the fields.
Everyone was busy, I occasionally told jokes, and the afternoon passed quickly!
Before going back, Old Man Su saw that it was not getting dark so quickly, so he took Su Zechen Wuyou up the mountain to chop some firewood.
the next day.
Xu Zhiyi picked up the dried yam flour that was drying on a winnowing basket. He took a rolling pin and rolled the flour into fine powder.
After the powder is ready, put some in a bowl and take it into the kitchen, boil some water, take out a small basin, divide the powder into two parts, mix one part with cold water and the other part with boiling water.
After the batter made with boiling water is cooked, pour it all into the cold water batter and mix together. Pour in the remaining sugar at home and continue stirring. The batter should not be too thin or too thick.
When it is just right, take out the small bowl and pour the batter into it, about 80% full. Then take out the hawthorn and chop it up, and sprinkle some winter berries on top. Finally, put it in the pot and steam it.
Steam for about fifteen minutes, open the lid, take out and cool, then unmold.
After it cooled, Xu Zhiyi looked at the bowl of rice cake and felt very successful. This was her fourth time making it. Except for the first failure, the next three times were successful. Especially since this time she made it in ancient times, it was successful at the first try. Oh, what a damn talent!
After pouring it out, the bowl was too big, so I cut it into a few small pieces with a knife, put hawthorn and winterberry in it, and the color was dyed a little red, which looked very beautiful.
Then he put all the food on a big plate and carried it to the yard, shouting, "Mom, grandpa, grandma, uncle, aunt, everyone, come out first."
When everyone heard Xu Zhiyi's shout, they all ran out of the room in a hurry. Only when they saw Xu Zhiyi holding a plate and smiling did they breathe a sigh of relief. They had been wondering what had happened.
Xu Zhiyi: "Everyone come and try the cakes I made and give me your comments. Come on! To be honest, if these get unanimous praise, I plan to make some and set up a small stall in town."
Old Mrs. Su looked at the transparent pastries, some of which were dotted with red, and were very pleasing to the eye. She said in surprise, "Zhiyi, let alone eating these pastries, they are pleasing to the eye just by looking at them. Even before eating them, I feel that they must taste good."
Qin: "What...what is this made of? How can it be transparent? It's amazing."
Su Manman on the side was also very excited: "Cousin, this cake looks so delicious, I can't bear to eat it."
Shen Changan immediately thought of the ground jellyfish flour: “Wife, is this made with that jellyfish flour?”
Xu Zhiyi nodded upon hearing this: "Yes!"
Then he quickly urged everyone: "Hurry up and try it. If you have any opinions, please tell me. If they are not good, I will improve them next time."
Upon hearing this, everyone picked up a small piece and started eating.
Old Mrs. Su happened to get the hawthorn flavor, which suited her taste: "Hmm, sour and sweet, I like this very much, no objection at all, it can whet the appetite, it's delicious"
When Su Manman finished the second piece, she nodded wildly: "It's delicious, the hawthorn one is a bit sour, and the others are sweet. I like them all."
Shen Wuyou: "My wife, this is the most delicious pastry I have ever eaten. Uh, although I haven't eaten pastries many times, I am sure that my wife's pastry must be no worse than that made in the pastry shop."
Shen Changan: “My wife, I have only eaten mung bean cakes and date cakes, but now I eat this jellyfish cake, which can compare with these two cakes”
Old Man Su: "Not bad, even I, who don't like sweets, couldn't help but eat three pieces."
After hearing everyone's favorable comments, Xu Zhiyi was a little unsure. He thought about leaving some for the other households and sending some to them. This would allow more people to try the food, and the effect would be better.
"Okay, keep this plate for everyone to eat. I'll go to the kitchen and divide the rest up and give some to Xiao He and a few other households."
Su: "Go ahead! They will definitely like it. This cake is not worse than the ones sold in the shop. I think it would be feasible if we really set up a stall."
Shen Changan pondered for a moment and looked at Xu Zhiyi: "Madam, if this cake sells well, will there be so many yam on the mountain? Wuyou and I ground thirty kilograms of yam, and it seems that we only got about six kilograms of flour."
Xu Zhiyi heard this and explained, "But I can make at least thirty or forty of these with this pound of flour, so even if there aren't many yam on the mountain, we'll still have enough to sell for a while."
Everyone was surprised to hear Xu Zhiyi say that one pound of cake could make forty cakes, and that this one was much larger than most cakes in the cake shop.
Shen Changan was also surprised when he heard this. This pound of flour and dough could actually make so many things?
Xu Zhiyi took a basket, filled it with seven bowls, waved to everyone, and ran straight to the other two thatched huts.
Wang Xiaohe was very happy to see Xu Zhiyi coming over: "Sister Zhiyi! Why are you here?"
"I'll give you some of the pastries I made. When you try them, tell me what you think. OK?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaohe took Xu Zhiyi's arm and muttered, "Sister Zhiyi, I, Wang Xiaohe, never lie. I will always say what I mean."
Xu Zhiyi took out a bowl of Bozai Gao, which had three flavors: hawthorn, winter berry, and the original flavor with only sugar.
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