Chapter Seventy-Seven: The School Flower's Pocket Sister (Seventy-Six)

Hundreds of photos from the digital camera were washed out immediately after descending the mountain.

The beautiful scenery, the shocking golden body of the Bodhisattva, and the various interesting expressions of the members of the family and friend group captured by You Yu.

Each family divided hundreds of copies, and two new copies were added to Grandma You's album, which were circulated immediately after returning to the village.

An elderly old lady, who is not confused when she sees the golden body of the Bodhisattva?

Look at the old lady Renyou's life? You can go to the mountains in the summer to escape the heat!

Or their own sons are not angry, they lack a God of Wealth granddaughter than the old lady!

It's not that they don't want to go, they have to stay outside for one night to watch the sunrise, and most of them retreat, and the older they get, the more they can't leave home.

You Yu's ears were hot for two more days, and on this day he received a call from Yang Erwa:

"Sister, my family's red lotus can't grow anymore, I dug a few and tasted it, it's crispy and sweet when eaten raw!"

Hoarse? Sweet potato!

You Yu patted his head, he was so happy on the mountain that Hongyu forgot the back of his head, "You dig out all the Honglu first, wait for my call, and let my eldest uncle go up the mountain to find you in a few days." ”

The old man listened to the rough waiting, and went to the sand with a hoe on his shoulder.

I went happily, but when I came back, I was still angry.

"What's the matter?" took over a large basket of red hair carried by the old man, it looked small, about three or four two, and the largest should weigh half a catty.

The skin of the red root is purple and red, and it is grown in fine sand, and the surface looks very smooth.

In addition to the small size, the appearance of the vegetables and fruits is online.

"Our family dug late, and we were bitten by rats a lot!"

The red vines are spread all over the ground, and they are not usually inspected next to each other.

The old man walked around about once before digging, and found clues when he uncovered the sweet potato vine.

"Let's dig it all out today, there are rats stealing their mouths, which means that our red lotus must be very sweet!"

The newly dug red lotus has a lot of moisture, and the old man let it be left on the ground to dry for a few days.

On the identification of the quality of red lotus, it has to be the eldest aunt Fang Hongbing, who uses more than 20 years of experience to popularize science for his niece:

"The red pork is too dry, and it gets stuck in the throat when you eat it; It's too powdery, you can't eat it without drinking water; It's too watery, and after boiling, it will be rotten and unformed; There are many silks on the surface, stuck between the teeth; It's not sweet and not tasty; It's not fragrant when it's baked, and it doesn't taste like a child! ”

You Yu nodded straight when she heard it, her eldest aunt is a professional!

Tibetan oven, charcoal fire on a hot day.

It's not ripe yet, and the unique smell of red lotus comes to your nose, and you can smell it in the yard.

The roasted skin is not sticky at all, and it is quite smooth to peel.

When you open it hot, the orange-red flesh is covered with caramel-colored molasses, and the color is quite attractive.

And the family members who have eaten it all said:

In one word, sweet!

Two words, delicious!

Three words, I still want to eat!

To sum up: the taste is dense, the meat is delicate, no silk and no tendons, and it melts in the mouth.

Fang Hongbing shouted, "The best red lotus!" Roast the handle of the red weed! ”

He really wasn't a person who didn't want to study, he used to have red, yellow, white, and purple hearts of red roots.

In order to buy red roots, I also heard which mountain is sweet and which mountain I ran to.

At the moment, the sugar content and taste of this category are beyond all else.

And being small also has the advantage of being small, so you don't have to cook it first and then bake it.

If it is in the large oven of his house, it can be cooked for 20 minutes at medium and high temperature, and it will be cooked for half an hour at most.

It's so delicious, a roasted red lotus doesn't sell for a dollar, and he can't afford it!

You Yu's fertile sandy land has a yield of 6,000 catties of fresh potatoes per mu, and the yield of Yang Erwa's alpine and hilly land has been halved.

Fang Hongbing only bought a total of 4,000 catties.

The rest, of course, will be used for seeding!

He patted his thigh excitedly, "As long as next year's red lotus sells me tens of thousands of catties, I can rent a shop to bake!" ”

The original intention of You Yu Honglu was originally to do business for his family, so he nodded and said: "This can really be there, auntie, you try a small hand this year, and do a big job next year!" I am willing to buy my red roots, and I will help you say yes! ”

You Fengxian's heart is as sweet as the red lotus she just ate, this is really her dear niece, and she can also buy high-priced varieties for her family's roasted red lotus business.

The old man is not the one who does good deeds without leaving a name, and told his eldest daughter plainly that he said that the one hundred and twenty catties of red seeds, plus the freight, will cost more than one pound a catty.

The couple thanked them and said them over and over again.

Children have the ability to make a fortune, and the happiest person is the father and mother, the old man and the eldest aunt got drunk happily.

Yang Erwa's father couldn't believe his eyes when he watched his son take the money home, his family's bright red lotus was actually sold for eight dimes a catty.

In other words, planting two acres of red lotus and selling tens of thousands of catties of sweet potatoes (Shakud) on top of his family's mountain!

In addition to returning 1,000 catties of red lotus to the goddess of wealth to pay for seedlings, selling 1,000 catties to the relatives of the goddess of wealth, the rest are all left to plant, and next year plant it a mountain!

How much money do you have to make!

Yang Erwa is also excited, the female god of wealth really lives up to her reputation, he just asked, and accidentally pointed out a way to get rich for his family!

Not to mention the gratitude of Yang Erwa's family to You Yu, now You Yu's every move has attracted the attention of the villagers, and the harvest of Hongyu has also received a wave of hot searches.

When asked about Grandpa You, he couldn't help but be proud: "It's not that her eldest aunt's roasted red lotus business is not working, and Xiaoyu is also a good breed of red lotus bought by someone else!" ”

"What was the result?" The crowd craned their necks and waited for the next words.

The old man was slow and reasonable, smashing his mouth and reminiscing about the red porridge in the morning: "Anyway, I haven't eaten sweet red porridge in the first sixty-eight years, and it was bought by her eldest aunt for a pound of eight dimes." ”

"Shhh

"The red lotus is getting more expensive."

"I just want to taste it, it's so sweet!"

It's useless to think about it, the seeds of the red lotus are the red lotus itself, which was cellared by the old man like a golden baby.

As far as the enthusiasm of the villagers to grow greenhouse vegetables, it is definitely not possible to plant red lotus with a cycle of up to half a year and the benefit is not high.

Who is it sold to? You Yu hasn't thought about it yet, anyway, it's still early to raise seedlings next year, so let's put it away.

The family is not restricted to eating, relatives and friends each sent dozens of catties, and even You Ci, who is far away in Beijing, has received "hometown specialties".

It's not that You Yu took the initiative to send it, but her grandmother thinks that this thing can go through the postal package, and it is no more afraid of bad than cherry radishes and tomatoes.

When the Su family saw the red lotus, they didn't know what they thought in their hearts, and they said, let's be too polite.

The hand is very honest, and no one touches the chopsticks on the plate of red lotus steamed out that night.

The one-and-a-half-year-old baby didn't understand the lawsuit of adults, and after his grandmother peeled a small piece of red root, he was very face-saving.

(End of chapter)