As the first batch of sweet potato vermicelli was cut out and dried on bamboo poles, everyone seemed to see hope.

Now that the sun is shining, this sweet potato vermicelli will be very dry after three days of drying.

If this sweet potato vermicelli is really easy to sell, presumably business will be very good in the future, and the sweet potatoes in the ten miles and eight towns will become golden lumps in the future.

Everyone's eyes were hot, but Shen Qingyu heard the feedback from Uncle Li Zheng.

"Qingyu, someone came to ask me, why do you have to wash the sweet potatoes so clean? If you don't clean and you can't eat the dead, what can you do? I can't make sense with them......"

It turns out that some sweet potatoes have potholes on them, and it is especially difficult to wash them by hand.

In this case, if you want to dig with a knife or something, it will be very time-consuming.

They wanted to save trouble, but Shen Dasong directly took over the matter of checking the cleanliness of the sweet potatoes, and if they were a little unclean, they would call back and ask them to wash them again.

It also saves Xiao Taohua from being embarrassed to offend people because of human affection and face.

Anyway, he has no worries, no children and no daughters now, and he is not afraid of offending anyone.

Uncle Li Zheng listened to some people's complaints, saying that Shen Dasong was too stubborn and didn't let a little mud be there, and they couldn't figure it out.

Shen Qingyu thought for a moment and understood.

Rural people don't pay much attention to "standards" and "food hygiene", and they can't eat dead people anyway, so they won't be able to get it?

Therefore, they can't understand the fact that sweet potatoes must be washed, and it is normal for them to complain.

Shen Qingyu thought about it and told Uncle Li Zheng directly: "You inform me that you won't harvest sweet potatoes tomorrow, you ...... like this."

When Uncle Li Zheng heard this, although he was surprised, he also agreed.

If this thinking is not unified, it is inevitable that there will be conflicts with the villagers in the future.

So early the next morning, Shen Qingyu went to the sweet potato flour workshop.

There was already a long queue outside the workshop, all of them came to deliver sweet potatoes.

She checked it carefully, and although everyone had washed it carefully, it was inevitable that there was mud in some of the ravines, and they had not dug it up with a knife.

Seeing Shen Qingyu coming, everyone suddenly became noisy.

"Qingyu? Why haven't you started to collect sweet potato fans today? Everyone has been waiting for a long time. ”

Shen Qingyu smiled: "Everyone came early today, I see that some of them are still coming from other villages, they must not have had breakfast yet, right?" ”

Everyone was stunned and nodded: "Isn't it?" Come over early and it's not so hot, so it's good to go home and dig a picky of sweet potatoes and send them over. ”

Shen Qingyu smiled and nodded: "That's right, there is mud in the sweet potatoes sent by someone yesterday, and they haven't been checked, they have been made into sweet potato flour, and they can't be wasted, I invite you to taste half a bowl of hot and sour sweet potato vermicelli today." ”

Shen Qingyu beckoned, and everyone in the sweet potato flour workshop brought a large wooden plate when they made a banquet in the countryside.

On the plate are neat bowls of sour and spicy sweet potato vermicelli.

The red oil is poured on the sweet potato vermicelli, and the look makes people feel appetizing.

"Come on, one bowl per person, let's try it."

Someone hurriedly picked up a bowl and tasted it.

The hot and sour sauce was very well adjusted, and when they first ate it in their mouths, they wanted to praise it, but in the next second, they all changed their faces.

There is sand in the sweet potato flour, and if you are not careful, you will lose your teeth.

Someone bit so hard that they almost put on a mask of pain.

"Ouch! You sweet potato vermicelli has sand in it! ”

"That's it, my teeth are clutched!"

Shen Qingyu continued to smile: "Yes, this is the vermicelli made from the sweet potatoes you sent yesterday." Eating this noodle, do you think a bowl of noodle can be sold for 30 yuan? ”

Someone has a quick mouth, and directly sneered: "Just this mouthful of powder, there is still sand, can it be sold for thirty wen?" I don't even want three articles! ”

Shen Qingyu looked at the other side of the conversation, nodded and smiled: "But this sweet potato flour, in the Guiyun Tower in Fucheng and the capital, is ready to be sold for one or two pieces of silver!" Counted, this bite is thirty Wen! ”

"Hiss......" Someone gasped!

"Why is it so expensive?" Some people questioned.

"Who is willing to eat such an expensive dish?"

Everyone was shocked at once.

Shen Qingyu's smile was put away: "If this sweet potato flour is of such quality and is sold so expensive, who wants to buy it?" ”

"Whoever buys is a fool!"

"Even if he buys it, he eats a mouthful of sand from time to time in his mouth, will he buy it a second time?"

"If no one buys it, what will I do with these sweet potatoes from all over the country? Give everyone a high price of ten cents a pound? No matter how much I do, I can't sell it! ”

"If I make a loss, then I might as well not do it!"

"When the time comes, your sweet potatoes will have to be kept for yourself to eat or fed to the pigs. Pay ten pennies a pound? ”

"You can go to the town and ask, fresh sweet potatoes can be sold for five cents a pound, it's good! Not many people want it yet! ”

"Do you want that?"

Everyone fell silent and looked at each other.

No wonder Shen Qingyu repeatedly asked everyone to wash up, it turned out that the consequences of not washing were so serious!

Xiao Taohua lowered her head with guilt on her face.

When she first started harvesting sweet potatoes yesterday, she also felt that she didn't need to take it too seriously, just look at the difference, and she let go of the mud and sand in the gaps.

Later, when Shen Dasong inspected it, it was extremely strict, and many people's sweet potatoes were returned for rewashing.

The sweet potatoes in the back are considered to be clean.

Shen Qingyu simply added the 60 catties of sweet potato flour that was ground out at the beginning with "ingredients" and directly made sour and hot noodles for everyone to taste.

Well, everyone understands the importance of cleaning up the sediment.

Seeing that everyone had tasted the hot and sour sweet potato noodles with the ingredients, and explained the reason himself, Shen Qingyu looked at the people in line.

"Check for yourself, if you don't wash it, you can go to the spring stream at the door and wash it again. In the future, everyone will wash it and send it over. ”

Everyone looked at their sweet potatoes, but more than half of them needed to be rewashed.

There were also Xiao Ban who washed it carefully, and sent it directly to the front and asked Shen Dasong and Xiao Taohua to check.

Xiao Taohua inspected very carefully this time, and soon heard the sound of copper coins, someone successfully passed the scale, got a string of money, and happily prepared to go home.

When Shen Dalazi's sweet potatoes were delivered, Xiao Taohua squatted down to check it, and then stopped talking.

Xiao Taohua subconsciously looked at Shen Dasong, her eyes full of pleas for help.

Shen Dasong was just about to intervene, but was grabbed by Shen Qingyu and motioned to him not to go over with his eyes.

Shen Dasong was dragged and had to stop talking, Xiao Taohua's expectations were disappointed, and when he looked at Shen Qingyu's eyes again, he also subconsciously pleaded.

Shen Qingyu didn't speak, and looked at Xiao Taohua expressionlessly.

If Xiao Taohua is soft-hearted this time, her sweet potato flour workshop will not use her in the future.

People with too cowardly personalities can't afford to do things, so they can only go home to cook and watch the children.

Shen Dalan looked impatient: "Hurry up!" Why are you so slow? All washed ......."

Shen Qingyu looked at the sweet potato, which was a little cleaner than yesterday, but it was far from the extent that the mud and sand in the potholes were cleaned.

Shen Dalan didn't dig up the mud in the pothole, and sent it over directly.

(End of chapter)