Although the yard of Xiaotang Village is also five main rooms, the area of ​​the house is larger than that of the other rooms, so the yard also looks more open.

My grandmother's bedroom was in the west. Xiaoxiao was led by the clouds and passed through the full moon door of the two red sandalwood partitions. Each room was lit with amber corner lights, and I felt more and more deeply in the inner house.

My grandmother was not good at incense, and there was always a faint smell of hawthorn and tangerine peel in the bedroom. There was a wall-mounted cabinet on the east side of the kang, and there were neatly arranged small drawers. When counting, there were as many as thirty. There were painted paintings on each door, all of which were finely crafted flowers and fruits.

Every time Xiaoxiao comes, he has to look at the painted paintings carefully: "This is mint, this is dogwood, this is forsythia!"

Grandma once smiled and said, "This medicine cabinet is my mother's dowry. Now that I don't open a medicine shop, I just use it to hold some daily necessities. I can clearly divide it one by one."

At this moment, the room was quiet, and Xiaoxiao walked in with the food box himself.

My grandmother did not lean against the kang as usual, nor did she sit on the couch. Instead, she stood by the window and was in a daze. Her grandmother looked younger, wearing homely clothes and combing her, without any wealth and dignity in the past.

"Grandma," Xiaoxiao personally brought out the snacks from the food box. "My granddaughter went to He's house to go to the cherry bamboo shoot banquet today. How many snacks are there fresh? Do you want to try them?"

Grandma looked at her and smiled, sighed softly: "Time flies, and the granddaughters are all grown up."

Xiaoxiao stood beside her grandmother and looked at the moonlight in the yard, but the dark clouds covered the moon. Where can I see the moonlight?

My grandmother has never been a person who saddens the spring and autumn. She also sighed that her youth is gone. She smiled and said softly: "Spring is good for spring, spring is good for the past." What a writer who admired very much in her previous life once said.

Grandma smiled faintly: "It's all over, what else can I do?"

"Spring has passed and summer is available, and all seasons can be appreciated." Xiaoxiao said seriously.

"I haven't seen anyone who likes the deserted winter so much, no flowers or trees, and it's so cold." Grandma laughed, sat down, and personally made tea for Xiaoxiao.

"I'll do it. I used to watch my mother make it." Xiaoxiao then realized that there was a stone tea tray on the couch. I was afraid that I would have drunk tea alone for a long time. Xiaoxiao picked up the teapot and blanched it with boiling water first. "Winter is the best. When the twelfth lunar month comes, it's delicious. I love cat winter the most. I count the days and look forward to it. I can drink red bean porridge at Laba, eat Guandong sugar for the Kitchen God. There are endless delicacies in New Year's Eve!"

Grandma shook her head and smiled: "You really look like your father. When he was a child, he had to have a toothache every year for the Kitchen God."

Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly: "Grandma, our sweet snow shocked them all today."

Grandma took the tea handed over by Xiaoxiao and drank it: "Now I'm worried about these chewing valleys."

"Xiaoxiao loves to eat and drink the most. Grandmother talks to her granddaughter!" Xiaoxiao said angrily.

Grandma sighed: "It's not your useless grandfather."

Xiaoxiao was stunned and blurted out: "What's wrong with my grandfather?"

When my grandmother heard her granddaughter calling her grandfather according to the ordinary people's call, she couldn't help but laugh: "Your grandfather didn't know who you heard, saying that the sweet potatoes last year were well harvested and the price was high..." She seemed too lazy to continue to say the following words.

Xiaoxiao had to continue, "Did we plant a lot of sweet potatoes in our fields this year?" Sweet potatoes are sweet potatoes, so there should be no problem with growing too much.

"It's time to grow sweet potatoes. The thing tastes sweet and can be eaten with porridge," grandmother sighed. "Your grandfather said that others have grown sweet potatoes this year, but we don't grow them, and we have planted hundreds of acres of Dutch potatoes!"

Dutch potato? Xiaoxiao didn't know what it was, because sweet potatoes, taro and potatoes came to China in the 16th century. They were not often eaten in the Yuanlong Dynasty today: "Is it the kind of horse bell-like thing? Or the one with thick skin and white flesh..."

"A round egg like a bell." Grandma was unhappy and was not so particular about speaking.

Potatoes? This is delicious.

Xiaoxiao: "Dutch potatoes have come to the Central Plains, why bother to be called Dutch? Why not just call them potatoes?"

"Potatoes have no sweet taste, but they are hard to drink when cooked. If they are steamed, they have no taste. They can barely be eaten with sugar and honey," Grandma quickly adapted to the new term potatoes. "This year, there is still a high yield. Some of the precocious ones have been harvested. The yield per mu is nearly a thousand kilograms, and hundreds of acres are only hundreds of thousands of kilograms! There are so many round eggs, and there is no place to pile them if they are rotten!"

My grandma, don’t be afraid or not. It’s not difficult to make some classic dishes for potatoes. Besides, my granddaughter has watched “Potatoes on the Tip of the Tongue”, so there is no need to doubt the value of potatoes!

Before his grandmother finished her words: "Even the tribe field, he advised others to plant potatoes, and then they would rot in the fields... The sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial

Xiaoxiao comforted his grandmother first: "Grandma is too worried. If the potato is stored properly, it can be stored for half a year. Moreover... my granddaughter has also eaten dishes made of potatoes overseas, which are not as unpalatable as grandmother imagined."

"So what if I put it for a year? Isn't it still rotten if no one buys it?" Grandma smiled and said, "How delicious can that thing be."

Xiaoxiao decided to impress her grandmother with facts, so she smiled and said, "Let's take a step back and say, potatoes are rich in starch, just like sweet potatoes, and they can be made into vermicelli. Those dried vermicelli will be stored for a long time."

"Verin?" Grandma was a little confused and thought for a while: "But something cut from the crust?"

Xiaoxiao suddenly realized that he had never eaten vermicelli vermicelli in Yuanlongchao, but had eaten stewed pork with vermicelli. The so-called vermicelli is also made of mung bean flour or rice flour. Oh my God, this is another big discovery: "Grandma, sweet potatoes and potatoes can be made into vermicelli! If you use something similar to a sieve, it can leak down to form vermicelli. If it is air-dried, you can make many delicious dishes, which tastes more chewy than vermicelli!"

Grandma seemed to be unable to digest these words at once: "Then let the kitchen try to do it first, but there are two people who are good at making powder."

"Also, the potatoes can be sliced ​​and air-dried, and the dried potato chips can be kept for several years!" Xiaoxiao looked at his grandmother with big eyes, "Dried potatoes are delicious, and they can be stewed and stewed, and you can also stir-fry them with spicy chicken and bacon!"

Grandma narrowed her eyes and thought: "Have you eaten these?"

"Some have stuttered, some have heard of it." Xiaoxiao could hardly make it up anymore, "I once ate potatoes made by a Dutch chef on the boat..."

Grandma looked at the little girl in front of her who looked like herself, and touched the top of her head: "Okay, I'd better have many ideas for Xiaoxiao."

Xiaoxiao always felt something was wrong with her grandmother today. After talking for a long time, she didn't seem to be excited at all. With her grandmother's usual temperament, even those potatoes really rot in the ground, the Tang family can't collapse half of the sky because of this.

Qingsi came in and said softly: "Old lady, Mr. Zhi has arrived."

"Let him go to Dongjiya." Grandma drank a glass of Chinese tea.

Xiaoxiao followed her grandmother through the full moon gates and walked to the main room. When she saw Helu standing and waiting, she looked at her opposite her eyes and walked past another partition to the east room.

Xiaoxiao looked at the black-colored robe of the man standing by the window. His hair was not tied high, but was casually tied behind his head. The side lines on his face seemed to be that the ancient Greek statue was not the same as Brother Zhi.

Zhiqin bowed to the old lady: "Yuan Mou has met the old lady and the girl."

The old lady waved to him and sat down on the chair himself: "Let Mr. Zhi come to my old lady's yard in the middle of the night, sir, don't mind."

Zhiqin hurriedly said, "The old lady has broken the evil spirit."

"I guess Hong Chui told the Mr. about the Dutch potato." The old lady asked the Mr. to show the tea.

Zhiqin said: "Yuan Mou has heard that hundreds of thousands of pounds of Dutch potatoes are really going to take some thought. I just don't know what kind of shipping method the old lady wants?" Seeing that the old lady did not answer immediately, he said: "It would not be difficult to sell it without losing money or making money. If the price is raised, I wonder how much the old lady wants to make this time?"

"Mr. Zhi is confident that he can guarantee his capital, so my old lady will have the confidence." The old lady smiled heartily, and she still had her usual style in front of outsiders. "I invite you here today to raise the identity of Dutch potato. After all, you have been with you for several years, and he has opened more than a dozen restaurants. If people can recognize Dutch potatoes from the table, the price will naturally increase."

Zhiqin looked up at the old lady. The other party's words seemed to be different from what he had expected before, so he could only smile and said, "I just don't know how long this Dutch potato can be stored?" The implication is how long can the old lady give herself to prepare for the war.

The old lady answered the question terrible: "I know that trading is your best bet, but today I want to try to sell this Dutch potato in a real way, without having to do the bartering plan."

Zhiqin had some questions in his eyes. When he heard about Dutch potatoes before, he was already planning various ways of trafficking. It was just a little loss. It was hard to say that using Dutch potatoes to exchange for some goods that were not available for the time being. Today is a waste, and tomorrow may turn waste into treasure. It depends on whether the merchant's eyes are long-term. However, food like Dutch potatoes does not wait for others. If it is bad, it will be bad. Let's think of a way to do it first and then tell me the truth. This is the first time I've been "selling vegetables".

Unexpectedly, the old lady knew everything in her heart, but she insisted on selling cabbage to the price of pork, which was not easy.

"Xiaoxiao, how long can Dutch potatoes last?" said the old lady.

When Xiaoxiao saw Brother Zhi, she felt friendly. She did not feel as tempting as an ancient woman when she saw a man. She said naturally: "If stored properly, fresh Dutch potatoes can be stored for six months; if Dutch potatoes are transformed into starch and dried powder, they can be stored for at least two years; if they are directly made into dried Dutch potatoes, they can be stored for many years."

Zhiqin frowned, as if thinking about the most appropriate way.

Xiaoxiao broke the silence again: "Grandma, do we have potatoes at this moment?"

The old lady was angry when she mentioned this: "I'll make porridge tonight."
Chapter completed!