There is a Wall Behind the Shadow

The rice and flour that Song Shiyue retrieved from the castle were not much.These days, the flour is used to make the second noodles, and several simple dumplings have been made. I haven’t eaten them much, and the flour bag is empty.Although everyone is greedy for white rice, but the rice is really reluctant to open, I always feel that I will eat it soon.It would be better to let it go, so that you can still think about it.

Reluctant to move the rice noodles, most of the time I can only eat sweet potatoes and potatoes as staple food.I can only say that fortunately, Song Shiyue got back two packs of potatoes, or the staple food is only sweet potatoes, and he eats them all over the world, then it’s really a bit...can’t stand it.

Before the sweet potatoes could be harvested in large quantities, Feng Qianqian planned to use sweet potatoes to make some sweet potato starch when they were ready.

Of course, flour is better to use.However, sweet potato starch is also a good thing. It can be used for vermicelli, and it can also be used for general desserts.Most importantly, it leaves the starch in the sweet potato, not the sweetness.

This sweet staple food can be eaten occasionally and still fresh. It is not easy to eat every day, every meal, no matter whether it matches with other dishes or not.

Feng Qianqian, a craft enthusiast, once personally made sweet potato starch in a village where people watched the Kang Bed, and was confident that he could perfectly replicate the original procedure.

Just...

"Ten catties of sweet potatoes can only produce less than two catties of sweet potato starch..." After talking to everyone about the various benefits of sweet potato starch, Feng Qianqian honestly stated the biggest flaw in this matter.

Simple math, anyone can do it.

Ning Chuyang made a calculation in his heart and blurted out: "This is not right, there are still eight catties? Sweet potatoes are not marshmallows, squeezing it, washing it will shrink so much?"

"The starch is dry, and the moisture in the sweet potato itself must be gone. But the bulk is still on the sweet potato dregs left after washing the powder slurry..." Feng Qianqian looked at the baskets of sweet potatoes on the ground, one sack and one sack of sweet potatoes.

Although it was a bumper harvest, it was less than one-fifth of the finished product rate. I really have to start doing it. It's more distressing than just thinking about it.

"Can't you eat the sweet potato residue?" Song Shiyue, who had never seen what the sweet potato residue was, had some questions.

"In the village I went to, the sweet potato dregs after they washed the powder slurry were fermented and then used to feed the pigs. It was said that after washing off the starch, the remaining sweet potato dregs tasted bad and lacked nutrition." Feng Qianqian thought After thinking about it, he replied.

"That should be the case. The coarse grains become fine grains, and the nutrition is transferred. I think it can be done. Let me make a batch of 20 or 30 kilograms. It happens that I have to go out several times below, and the sweet potato residues are dried in the oven. I will take a part of it as the dry food." Song Shiyue, who asked clearly, did not hesitate anymore, and cast his vote.

"I can eat too." Yu Nianbing almost followed Song Shiyue's words at the end.

"I'm eating, I'll finish eating after two times out." Song Shiyue was very firm and didn't give in.

Since ancient times, when there is a shortage of food, fine grains are exchanged for coarse grains, and they are comfortable for the stomach.Of course Song Shiyue understood this truth.

It's just that during this time, even if Yu Nianbing changed the way of cooking the sweet potatoes, it was difficult to burn a sweet potato so sweet.

The rice noodles at home are limited, and it takes a few meals to relieve her gluttony. Song Shiyue watched Yu Nianbing's appetite slowly getting worse, and she couldn't make more grains out of thin air.

Song Shiyue has been thinking about Feng Qianqian's sweet potato starch.But I didn’t expect the conversion rate to be like this...

But now the problem is not big, Song Shiyue feels that he can eat anything.

With fine grains to make, Yu Nianbing can eat a few more mouthfuls, no better than anything.

Not to mention eating sweet potato dregs, which is tasteless and nutritious, but also some unspiced wolf meat and undercooked jujube. Song Shiyue also felt that it was worth it.

It's just that Song Shiyue felt that there was no problem, but it was unanimously opposed by everyone.

Not to mention keeping up immediately, Yu Nianbing said that the sweet potato dregs could also be eaten by himself. Even a few other people also opposed Song Shiyue's taking the sweet potato dregs to eat.

Zhuang Jiachuan and Ning Chuyang, who had tasted wolf meat and dried jujube, felt that no matter how bad the sweet potato dregs were, it wouldn't be worse than those two.

No one in the room had ever eaten sweet potato dregs, Feng Qianqian, and only heard hearsay about the taste of sweet potato dregs.

Several people discussed it and finally decided to make a 20-jin test of water first. If everyone can eat the sweet potato dregs, then slowly make more sweet potato starch.

If everyone can't eat it, sweet potato starch will stop there.

Anyway, there is no reason for everyone to eat well and let Song Shiyue sweep away the scum.

Song Shiyue didn't object. In fact, Yu Nianbing next to her was a little angry. For safety, obedience was necessary.

Feng Qianqian repeated the steps of making sweet potato flour, and the people dispersed to prepare their own things.

Song Shiyue poured twenty catties of sweet potatoes out of the sack, and put a few long bamboos on the ground, and added a few sticks of firewood to make a wooden shelf for filtering powder pulp as Feng Qianqian said. Out of the camp to look for stones.

Ning Chuyang and Zhuang Jiachuan took the pots and picked up the sweet potatoes and went to the well to wash, while Yu Nianbing went to the sundries room and turned a few clean sheets out, and chose the thinnest and most translucent lining against the light outside. Yes, I took it down, then rubbed it in the water again before it was tied to the wooden shelf.

After Yu Nianbing set up the cloth to filter the slurry, he joined Ning Chuyang and the others, and began to peel the washed sweet potatoes.

Not long after, Song Shiyue also returned with the stone she was looking for.

When Feng Qianqian made sweet potato starch in a farm village, he put the washed and peeled sweet potatoes into a machine, and then the machine directly broke the sweet potatoes into sweet potato dregs.

Of course there is no such condition here, but fortunately there is Song Shiyue.

Song Shiyue brought back two stones, one that was knee-length larger, the center was sunken, and the other was smaller like a thick-headed club.When two things were put on the ground, it was a large stone mortar.

Feng Qianqian didn't know where Song Shiyue got this, so he didn't dare to ask.

On the contrary, Yu Nianbing became more aware of it, and while peeling the sweet potato, she gave Song Shiyue a helpless look.

With some guilty conscience, Song Shiyue pretended to be unaware, and quickly rinsed the two stones with detergent several times.

Pieces of peeled sweet potatoes fell into the stone mortar, and they were smashed easily by Song Shiyue a few times.

Obviously it is a very hard sweet potato, but it is still soft as tofu under Song Shiyue's hands.

Soon, twenty catties of sweet potatoes were mashed.

Below the wooden shelf tied with the filter cloth are all kinds of empty basins, pots and barrels that Zhuang Jiachuan has moved out and washed.

Batches of crushed sweet potatoes were poured with water, the cloth was turned, the powdery water was filtered out, and the containers were filled.

The creamy-white powdery water in these containers only needs to stand overnight for the sweet potato starch to settle.Going back and skimming the water on the top, disperse the precipitated wet white powder underneath and dry it. It can be stored for a long time and can make all kinds of sweet potato starch for eating.

There are still a few days before the sweet potato starch is formed. What needs to be processed as soon as possible is the sweet potato residue that has been filtered.

"I'll pick some green onions, beat an egg into it, and try some pancakes. Is there anything else you want to try?" Yu Nianbing stretched out his hand and twisted, looking at several people and asked.

Zhuang Jiachuan, who had been thinking about this issue before, was the first to speak: "Add a little flour and water, I mean, a little flour to glue it, and then steam it into a pot?"

Yu Nianbing thought for a while and nodded.

I've heard a lot about the miscellaneous grains Wowotou. Although the flour is a bit more luxurious, if it is delicious, you can continue to make sweet potato starch, and then use sweet potato starch to glue it.

Yu Nianbing thought for a while and nodded.

"Or, try to fry it directly with the sweet potato vine? Take two cloves of garlic, sauté, and eat it as a vegetable platter?" Feng Qianqian also thought of one.

"Yes, if it is delicious, I can still serve fungus and mushrooms in the future." Yu Nianbing nodded again, and then looked at Song Shiyue.

Song Shiyue, who was caught off guard, was stunned for a moment, and her instinctive pursuit of shelf life made her answer: "Dry... dry?"

Yu Nianbing: "..."

Everyone has suggestions, and Ning Chuyang thinks he should probably make a share too.

It's just...Everyone sounds good, and Ning Chuyang really couldn't think of a new way.

"Why... cook it into soup and add... um... sugar?" Ning Chuyang weakly suggested.

Feng Qianqian, who was in a wheelchair, raised her head in surprise: "Is it a sweet potato soup that I drink every morning?"

"Hahaha..." Zhuang Jiachuan couldn't help laughing.

Ning Chuyang reacted, blushing at his limited creativity.

Feng Qianqian lowered his head, and didn't let Ning Chuyang look at the soft smile that couldn't be stretched at the corner of his mouth.

The sweet potato dregs after the raw water couldn't be kept, Yu Nianbing took the amount everyone wanted to eat for dinner, and then packed the rest and squeezed it into the incubator.

Sweet potato dregs feast for dinner.

The sweet potato cakes mixed with egg mixture and chopped green onions are fried in a thinly oiled pan.The residual starch in the sweet potato dregs made the fried pancakes a bit crispy on the outside, and there was a slight click when I bite.The pie with eggs and green onions is very fragrant, and it has a special taste with finely crushed sweet potato dregs, and it doesn’t even lose the omelet made of flour.Because of the egg mixture, the sweet potato dregs did not fall apart, that is, the shape of the cake is not regular, but for everyone, it is already a very delicious cake.

Add a little water and flour to mix thoroughly and knead the sweet potato dregs into the steamer into a wowotou shape. The fate is more general.Xu is the sweet potato dregs or too finely shredded, the wowtou that has been formed into it has scattered when it comes out, and the whole steamer is...

The spoon was dug out, and it was still edible. The taste...It was so worse than the sweet potato dregs. I don't know where it is.It fully embodies what Feng Qianqian has heard about, and the taste of a mass of dry fiber is not good.

Feng Qianqian's idea of ​​cooking is not bad.Sweet potato dregs are fiber, and sweet potato vine is also fiber. Stir fragrant with minced garlic. Although you have to chew it, it's...very fragrant and delicious.Just pay attention to the ignition temperature and moisture when frying, and don't let the starch in the sweet potato dregs paste into the pot.

As for Song Shiyue's and Ning Chuyang's proposals, Yu Nianbing kindly did it equally, but only a little bit of it.

The dried sweet potato dregs...Dried to the point of dregs, chewing and grazing on the grass, it really makes no difference.

However, Song Shiyue said that it was good, and she could eat it. When she had nothing, she could take the road as dry food.

Yu Nianbing could see that when Song Shiyue said this, she was sincere... it was really possible...

So the question is, what kind of life has this person lived before?How could it be possible to eat fishy wolf meat, bitter dry jujube, even forage-like things... you can still eat it.

Yu Nianbing felt a pain in her heart, but she really couldn't think of an answer.