Chapter 72 The Poor Little One Killed by His Uncle 28
Yuanchun's family was allocated 200 kilograms of sweet potatoes. She didn't like dried sweet potatoes very much, so she made sweet potato vermicelli at home and called Cheng Fang, a young laborer, to help her shred the sweet potatoes.

Cheng Fang knew that she loved to eat vermicelli, so he took half of the 300 kilograms of sweet potatoes that he was given and said, "Yuanchun, let's make more vermicelli, so that we can eat hot and sour vermicelli and garlic vermicelli every day..."

Yuanchun looked at the sweet potatoes on the ground and told him, "Shredding sweet potatoes is a strenuous job. As long as you can shred all of them, I can do the same."

"Okay, if I can't finish it during the day, I'll stay up all night to do it."

Cheng Fang worked for two nights to finish cleaning more than 300 kilograms of sweet potatoes.

Then wash the starch water and steam the rice noodles...

The two of them worked hard for more than ten days and were exhausted, but they finally finished making nearly 100 kilograms of vermicelli.

The yard of Yuanchun's house was full of ropes, and vermicelli were hung on them to dry in the sun.

The old lady came to her house and wanted to help her dry some sweet potatoes. When she entered the yard, she saw the whole yard full of vermicelli. She was stunned, "Yuanchun, why did you buy so many vermicelli? Can you finish them?"

"Auntie, you are here."

Yuanchun, who had been tired for almost half a month, was now leisurely eating roasted sweet potatoes in the yard. She smiled and handed one to the auntie, "It's freshly roasted, so delicious, auntie, you should have one too."

"If Auntie doesn't want to eat it, you can keep it for yourself."

These days, I washed and cut sweet potatoes, and my aunt couldn’t eat them anymore.

Yuanchun then answered the old lady's question, "Auntie, these vermicelli were not bought. Cheng Fang and I made them. I made vermicelli from 200 kilograms of sweet potatoes from my family and 150 kilograms of sweet potatoes from Cheng Fang's family. They are all here. There are about 70 to 80 kilograms."

The old lady's mouth was so shocked that a large goose egg could be stuffed in it. "Yuanchun girl, you still want to be a fan?"

Yuanchun nodded proudly, "Auntie, I learned this from a book. I thought I wouldn't be able to do it well, but I didn't expect to succeed."

The original owner was a spoiled girl who knew nothing.

But she can. Her uncle's family runs a flour mill, and when she goes home on holidays and has no farm work to do, she will go to the flour mill to help.

Not only can she make sweet potato flour, she can also make yam flour, potato flour, rice flour, and various starches and rice noodles...

The old lady was full of surprise and praised him, "As expected, people should read more books. You can learn skills from books. Yuanchun, I still have a lot of sweet potatoes at home. You can help me make 100 kilograms of sweet potatoes."

Yuanchun readily agreed.

In the afternoon, Yuanchun went to her grandfather's house, and then instructed her eldest and second cousins ​​to shred sweet potatoes, and asked her aunt to help wash the starch water...

The old village chief came to visit the captain's house and learned that Yuanchun could make vermicelli. He had an idea and discussed with the captain, "Tielin, you say, our village grows so many sweet potatoes, and everyone can't eat them all. Can our village set up a collective vermicelli factory?"

Liu Tielin: "This is a good idea. It can generate extra income for the villagers. However, the sweet potatoes have all been made into vermicelli. What will people eat? The food that the villagers have stored before will not last until the autumn harvest next year."

"Another point is that since we are going to set up a flour mill, we have to plant sweet potatoes on the land next year to supply the flour mill. If we don't plant food, the villagers will go hungry."

The old village chief said: "We have made vermicelli, so why should we worry about not being able to get food? We will use vermicelli to exchange for food and will never let the villagers go hungry."

Liu Tielin: "After three years of disasters, we are short of food. Where can we get food?"

The old village chief: "That's true."

Everyone is starving to death, who has time to eat vermicelli?

Who would be willing to exchange food for fans?

If we want to set up a flour mill, we have to wait until the three-year disaster is over and the grain economy recovers.

(End of this chapter)