Chapter 176: Corn Stalk Juice
The corn stalks have been collected and piled all over the yard, making the road difficult to walk on.
Ye Zhen walked around with his hands behind his back. The plant had been grown and there were quite a few seeds left, but what should he do with the corn stalks?
We can't eat so much even if we chew it every day at home. Oh, it would be a problem if we plant too much.
"Dad, what should we do with these corn stalks?" Whenever I am in trouble, I go to my dad.
"What's there to do? Just rinse it with the tap and when it's almost done, go to the village to make juice and sugar." Father Ye said in a muffled voice, pinching his nose as a matter of course.
Little Brother Ye had a really big stomach. He ate piece after piece of durian flesh and even spit out a bunch of seeds, but he still wasn’t full.
The smell was so pungent that Ye's father almost suffocated.
Unable to bear it any longer, Father Ye said, "Please stop talking. Do you want to eat later?"
Little Brother Ye chewed on the fragrant durian flesh, his eyes rolled and he laughed, "I'm going to eat it as a meal today, how about you try it too?"
Father Ye declined the offer and waved his hands repeatedly, "Take it away, it stinks!"
Little Brother Ye snorted and shook his head, "Dad, you really don't know how to enjoy yourself. How delicious is this durian? And it's so expensive."
"No, eat it quickly! After you finish eating, wash the corn stalks with me and we'll make juice later."
Unable to bear the sight of little brother Ye showing off, Ye's father has already booked a task for him. Today he will help wash corn stalks, and later he will help with juice making.
Brother Ye felt that the durian in his hand was no longer fragrant.
Still have to work?
Can't you take a break? You should rest when you come back from vacation!
Little brother Ye cried, "Dad, you are too cruel!"
Father Ye smiled proudly, "It's good enough that I didn't ask you to go to the fields to help cut rice, dry millet, and herd cattle."
When he was a child, he had holidays at this time. There was endless work in the fields, endless rice to harvest, endless millet to dry, and he also had to carry rice stalks and harvest soybeans.
How can you spare time every day? Even if you put on a fake face, your face will be several shades darker, and your skin will be cut by rice.
In other words, people's lives are better now. They don't have to go to the fields or farm, as they use machines to do the work.
"It just so happens that the rice at home is ripe. Do you want to follow me to harvest the rice, or follow me to squeeze the corn stalks to make sugar?"
Is there any need to choose? Although there are machines to harvest rice, it still needs to be turned over and dried, and the rice ears left in the field need to be picked up, otherwise they will be eaten by wild birds and sparrows in the field.
Don’t think that picking rice ears is easy. You can’t stand bending over all the time, and the leeches under your feet are not easy to deal with.
"No, no, I'd better go make the juice." Little Brother Ye cried and shook his head.
Father Ye snorted. Would he say that Dao Ziye really knew how to harvest using magic?
Let’s not talk about the suffering of little brother Ye for now, Ye Zhen is in trouble.
This trip to the mountains is fun, and there are all kinds of fruits and vegetables to pick, but you can’t eat them all!
It's too big. I can't sell it all. I can't finish it at home. The storage talisman can't keep it still for a long time, so it will rot.
When Grandma Ye heard this, she was shocked.
Some of these vegetables and fruits cannot be kept for long. It would be so sad if they rotted a little. One vegetable weighs several kilograms!
While little brother Ye followed his father out to move corn stalks to make juice, after the yard was empty, a few people closed the door and prepared to see how much stuff there was.
When Ye Zhen put the things out, everyone was dumbfounded.
Ye's mother's eyes widened in disbelief, "We picked so many?"
She felt that she hadn't picked much! Just a few piles here and there, and she was picking them so fast.
Now not only is the entire yard filled with them, but the kitchen and empty rooms at home are also full.
"Oh my god! What should I do?"
I can’t finish it!
Grandma Ye touched this and looked at that. The vegetables were all enlarged versions, and the fruits were bigger than each other.
The pomegranates were like small lanterns, some even had cracked skins, and the plump pomegranate seeds were more beautiful than rubies.
These pomegranates are piled up into small hills, not to mention the pears as big as footballs and the huge durians that are too big for one person to hold.
It’s fun to pick them, but how can we consume them all?
“First, separate out the ones with less obvious changes and sell them, and dry the rest.” Ye Zhen made the final decision.
"That's the only way. It would be great if they could all be sold." Mother Ye lamented.
How much does this sell for!
After picking up the pieces like this, it was finally done and Ye Ma exercised her fingers.
After resting for a while, several people sat down to share oranges and chat. Mother Ye was planning to go to the mountain with Grandma Ye and the others to pick eggs later.
When the weather gets cooler, the free-range hens on the mountain start laying eggs very diligently. There are already a lot of vegetation on the mountain, so these chickens and ducks just stick their butts out and find a place to lay eggs. We have to look for eggs every day.
Before the others could complain about how well the chickens and ducks lay eggs, Ye Zhen calmly stopped the conversation between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, smiled, and brought out a pile of mixed fruits and vegetables, "Mom, there's more."
The eggs may have to be picked up tomorrow.
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Dad Ye drove a pickup truck and pulled the corn stalks to the juice extraction site one by one.
This is a place in the village that specializes in oil pressing. The owner charges some money. Anyone in the village who grows sesame and peanuts can come here to press oil. There are several types of juice pressing machines, and pressing sugarcane juice is naturally a piece of cake.
Someone is squeezing sesame oil inside. They pour the sesame seeds in and press the switch. A fragrance wafts out and the shiny light yellow sesame oil flows out little by little.
Father Ye greeted, "Aunt Shuiying is here to press oil?"
Zhang Shuiying planted half an acre of sesame this year. The rain was good and the sesame harvest was good. She was able to harvest several more buckets of sesame than in previous years. After drying, she kept some for frying glutinous rice balls during the New Year, and prepared the rest for pressing oil. She usually mixes it with cold dishes, and drops a few drops of it in noodles, which is very fragrant.
Zhang Shuiying responded with a smile, "It's Haizi, are you here to press oil today too?"
Father Ye shook his head. "We have corn stalks harvested from the field. They look thick, juicy and sweet. Let's see if we can squeeze them to make juice and sugar."
Zhang Shuiying was surprised, "Can corn stalks be used to make sugar?"
How big can this corn stalk be? At most it is as thick as an adult's thumb, dry and chewy, so where does the sweetness come from?
Zhang Shuiying thought that Ye's father was joking. She was about to finish squeezing the sesame oil. "Haizi, I'll bring some sesame oil back later."
Father Ye didn't explain much and agreed with a smile.
After the corn stalks were brought over, more people came to press oil. You pressed rapeseed oil, I pressed camellia oil, and the small venue suddenly became bustling.
"Hey! Haizi, this is the corn stalk you were talking about!"
Zhang Shuiying was about to leave, but when she saw Ye Xiaodi moving things, she put aside the sesame residue and oil barrel in her hands and planned to go over to help.
I didn't expect that when I walked closer, I would see the clean green skin and thick roots. It was clearly sugarcane.
"Yes, this is a new variety that my family got. This is corn stalks."
As soon as these words came out, people gathered in groups of three or four. Some people squatted down and took a look at one, saying in disbelief:
"It really is a corn stalk, but why is it so long?"
Someone on the side helped Ye's father to reply, "Didn't Haizi say that this was a new species brought by the girl? It's not normal that we haven't seen it before."
"Haizi, can this really be used to make juice and sugar?" The person who was speaking was very curious and asked the question that echoed the thoughts of everyone in the group.
Father Ye was not particularly sure, and said modestly: "We don't know either, we just want to try."
"Then you squeeze first and we'll watch, okay?"
What's wrong with that? After Ye's father agreed, the people who came earlier were no longer in a hurry and let Ye's father start.
Corn stalks are put into the machine one by one, and the juice immediately flows into the container.
"Yes, yes, there is a lot of juice!" someone exclaimed.
Someone came closer to take a look. The juice flowing out was light green and smelled sweet and sticky. He nodded affirmatively, "Yes, the amount of juice here looks much greater than that from sugarcane."
"Haizi, where did you get these seeds? Do you have any left?" Someone wanted to plant some at home next year.
Father Ye nodded, "Yes."
The people around were delighted, and wanted to order the seeds at a glance. Father Ye kept saying something, his head was buzzing and his scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but raise his voice, "We have everything."
Everyone was satisfied and their eyes returned to the juicer.
Dad Ye brought over too much sugarcane, and the existing large barrels could not hold all the squeezed juice. There was no choice but to boil a batch first. He brought the remaining corn stalks with him and was too lazy to transport them back.
After putting the corn stalks at the oil press, the group was no longer in a hurry to press oil and followed Father Ye home to see if they could make sugar.
Ye Xiaodi was squeezed in the passenger seat feeling uncomfortably, with Ye Facai also squeezing in next to him. There were five people squeezed into the back seat, and more and more villagers joined in from the car seat.
Fortunately, there are no traffic police in the village, otherwise I would get a ticket in minutes.
When they got home, Ye Xiaodi jumped out of the car first, "Mom, there are guests."
Ye Zhen and the others sorted the things here, and put the fruits and vegetables that were ready to be shown in the utility room. Ye Zhen put all the original things in the room into the storage talisman, and now they were all filled with various fruits and vegetables.
As soon as they walked out of the room, they were faced with a large group of curious villagers.
"What's going on?" Grandma Ye thought something had happened and asked quickly.
Brother Ye took a sip of water and shook his head, "It's okay, I just want to see how the candy is made."
Ye's father had already moved out several large iron pots from home. It would definitely not be possible to boil sugar in the kitchen. It would be difficult for so many people to turn around.
Dad Ye was helpless as he brought back a bunch of waste from making the juice.
The stove built by the farmer is simple. Just pick up a few large paint buckets and cut them into pieces.
The villagers nearby helped to wash the pots and light the fire. Soon, several large iron pots started working.
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