The peeled taro is washed in the stream and put into a large wooden frame. The rotary cutter accelerated by the gear driven by a waterwheel inside the frame rotates rapidly, beating the taro into taro paste.

The constantly vibrating large wooden frame shook out the finest taro paste from the outlet and dropped it into the bamboo drawer.

You don't need too much, just a thin layer inside the bamboo drawer. Someone will then take the bamboo drawer away, put it in the steamer and steam the taro paste for two minutes.

Peel off the steamed taro, cut into strips, and hang on bamboo poles to dry for half a day. The taro vermicelli is ready.

The water is already boiling, put the taro vermicelli in and blanch it until soft, then take it out immediately. It is already cooked food, so there is no need to cook it for a long time. Pour the remaining boiling water into the prepared kudzu powder, and it will immediately become kudzu soup.

After adding a little salt, Wang Zheng mixed the vermicelli and kudzu soup evenly. After eating, he said, "I ate this for three meals and didn't feel any heartburn. Although it still can't be used as a staple food, I think it won't be a big problem if I eat it a few more times."

Chen Fengning put down his bowl and chopsticks and praised: "The Ge soup has a little sweetness. It's actually quite delicious to eat it just like that."

No one says that this is a bad thing. People just say that low grain prices hurt farmers. If this continues, farmers will be unwilling to farm. Grain prices have already fallen to the bottom in recent years and they really can't withstand such an impact.

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Anyway, whoever eats a bowl of rice can just throw a penny into the bamboo basket.

"It's a bit expensive. Wheat in the grain store is only one penny per pound. How much do you sell your kudzu powder for?"

Since Wu Zetian was already taking care of it, Li Zhi didn't want to get involved and continued with a sigh, "Taro has existed in Bashu for thousands of years. In the past, people were only willing to eat it during famines.

In the end, Wang Xian found that he was still too busy, so he simply gave up and asked those who wanted to eat to put the vermicelli in and scoop it out to eat by themselves. Two eunuchs were responsible for adding a spoonful of kudzu soup, and he just held the salt shaker and added salt for people.

Wang Zheng hesitated for a moment and said, "I won't collect taro. You teach them the method. I will directly buy vermicelli. Three catties for one penny and kudzu powder for one catty. If someone offers a higher price, let them sell it at will."

Wheat has to be ground into flour, but vermicelli is so convenient, just throw it into water and cook it. Many people are willing to buy vermicelli, and for a time, the sales volume of grain in Chang'an dropped by half.

Luo Wu weighed the matter in his mind, clasped his fists towards Wang Zheng and said, "Then I will bring my people here to thank the steward for his kindness."

Li Zhi pondered for a moment and sighed, "Let's wait a little longer. He has offended too many people this time, and it's difficult for me to make any arrangements at the moment."

"So be it."

The imperial farms under the Ye Ting Bureau are now purchasing grain in a steady stream, and the price is still the same as last year, one penny for two kilograms. They will buy as much as they can, and the price will remain the same in the future. Your Majesty can rest assured.

After all, people can't just eat food, they also need other daily necessities. If food can't be exchanged for other things, people's lives will not be easy either.

Wu Zetian covered her mouth and laughed, "I really don't have a suitable place for him to be in charge here. If I let him enter the palace, Wang Xian would have to be hanged immediately. If Your Majesty has a position, I will give him to Your Majesty."

This is because they are worried that Wang Zheng doesn't want their things anymore.

"Boss, do you sell dried vermicelli here?"

The next day, Wang Zheng invited Cheng Bokang to eat a bowl of vermicelli. "You and Luo Wu go together to buy this stuff, and then directly transport it to Chang'an. At the same time, help me take a letter over."

When Li Zhi found Wu Zetian, she didn't care. "Those who are shouting are people whose families have grain businesses. The grain in Chang'an can't be sold, but the grain in the hands of the people can still be sold.

On the day the store opened, when Wang Xian put up a sign that said one cent per bowl, people immediately gathered around him. After the first person who did manual labor tried one bowl, he immediately ordered a second bowl.

Luo Wu thought for a moment and asked, "Taro is everywhere. Do you want to buy some? I can ask the Ba people from other places to collect them for you. It only costs a little money."

Business immediately became booming. At first, Wang Xian cooked three taels of dry vermicelli in a bowl as Wang Zheng had instructed. Later, he was too busy and had no time to weigh the vermicelli, so he simply filled a bowl with it.

"KuZhu powder is five cents a pound. You can buy it if you want. That's the price anyway. It's not mine."

Luo Wu went out and came back. Within half a month, he went straight to Wang Zheng and said, "Those who are quick have already stored a batch of vermicelli. They want the steward to buy a batch first."

The low grain price proved that both the country and the people had surplus, which was a sign of peace and prosperity in the country. It showed that the emperor governed well and the times were prosperous. However, the grain price was too low, which made Li Zhi a little confused.

More than a month later, Wang Xian took two young eunuchs to open a vermicelli shop in the West Market of Chang'an. It only cost one penny to get a big bowl of kudzu soup vermicelli. One bowl would be enough for an ordinary person, and two bowls would be enough for those who did physical work.

After waiting for more than a month, they found that the supply of vermicelli was still endless. Many people could no longer sit still. During the grand court meeting, someone raised the issue. This matter was caused by the Yunting Bureau, and the emperor had to help solve it.

"Yes, I sell it. One penny a pound."

It was really difficult to make arrangements for Li Zhi, and Wu Zetian knew about Wang Zheng's stay in Bashu and thought it would be better to keep him there. She had no intention of recalling Wang Zheng back to Chang'an.

Wang Zheng is really a talented person. He made taro so casually, but it actually won people's love. This is a bit unreasonable. Doesn't the queen plan to recall him back to Chang'an?"

She may not recall the people, but she must win their hearts over. After all, there are not many people who can help her earn tens of thousands of strings of cash in a few months, not to mention that there are many things to look forward to.

A month later, when Wang Zheng was sitting in a rocking chair, leisurely reading an obscure novel of strange stories, Zhu Guichen's carriage appeared in front of Wang Zheng.

Seeing Zhu Guichen getting off the carriage with a smile on his face, Wang Zheng was somewhat surprised and quickly stood up and saluted.

Zhu Guichen did not let Wang Zheng bend his waist, but walked a few steps quickly to support Wang Zheng and said, "Oh, no need to be polite, I am so happy to see you.

"I am the supervisor of this project, and it is a blessing for our subordinate Huangzhuang to have such a talent as you. It is really a blessing for our family to have cultivated for several lifetimes!"