Wear to the Ming Dynasty to farm

With so many potatoes added to the family all of a sudden, Qiao Jiwei felt a little tricky.These two bags of potatoes would not be enough for a family of three to eat for a year, and eating half of them would be a huge amount of food.

After harvesting the wheat, the farmer had some free time, and Qiao Jiwei was thinking about how to make potatoes all day long.

Soon he peeled three potatoes, cut them into slices and steamed them in a pot.After a quarter of an hour, he picked up the potato slices, crushed them into mash with a small hammer, and put them back into the pot to steam.

Then he chopped some green onions, Qian Dayong walked to the kitchen and looked at him, "What are you doing?"

Ever since Qiao Jiwei came to his house, he has always thought of some strange ideas in his opinion, but they are quite useful.As the head of the family, he doesn't know these ideas, but it is still possible to support his ideas.

Qiao Jiwei buried his head in chopping green onions and answered Qian Dayong's words, "I'm steaming mashed potatoes."

He also often eats this kind of food in modern times, and coming here can be regarded as revisiting the old taste.

"Is this kind of food delicious?"

After speaking, the fragrance of potatoes floated into Qian Dayong's nose. It smelled good, and nine out of ten it also tasted good.

When the pot of mashed potatoes came out, Qiao Jiwei filled a small bowl, sprinkled some salt and chopped green onion, and put the bowl in Qian Dayong's hands, with a smile on his bright face: "Taste it."

Qian Dayong scooped up a little bit with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. The sweetness and softness of the potatoes carried the fragrance and salty taste of chopped green onions. The whole taste buds seemed to be activated, enjoying the fragrance of potatoes.

Qian Dayong squinted his eyes intoxicated, Qian's mother had already come back from the outside after visiting the door.Glancing at the mashed potatoes in Qian Dayong's bowl, he hissed: "It's useless to do this all day long, but you've learned from him and failed, and you won't do any legitimate business."

Qian Dayong lowered his head and silently listened to his mother's instruction, and after his mother finished speaking, he went to his bedroom.

Qiao Jiwei stayed in one place silently, and only moved his hands and feet after Qian's mother left. "Yong, I want to sell this thing in the market."

Qian Dayong's generosity was abnormal, "Wouldn't it be better to share these dishes with neighbors? Why are you thinking of making money again?"

Qiao Jiwei lightly slapped his scalp in anger: "Silly!"

Mother Qian opened the curtain to see this scene, and was stunned on the spot, both shocked and angry.This kid dared to beat his son when she was at home. If she wasn't here, she would have to pay back, why wouldn't she ride on her son's neck?But Qiao Jiwei noticed Qian's mother's eyes and turned to other things. Qian Dayong picked up the broom and cleaned the yard.Mother Qian made fun of herself, so she put down the curtain, lowered her eyelids, and walked back to the chair in the bedroom to sit.

Although Qian Dayong objected to Qiao Jiwei's approach, he still obeyed Qiao Jiwei's words.

If the price of mashed potatoes is low, he will definitely not sell them. Qiao Jiwei thought about it and felt that the purchasing power of the township market is not enough.So I decided to open the market for mashed potatoes in the streets of the county.

He first went to the county with Qian Dayong, and set up a stove and tent in a small corner of the city street, and set up a chopping board for cutting vegetables.The good places have already been taken by local merchants, and Qiao Qian has no choice.

The day before departure, the two of them peeled the potatoes first, and Mother Qian also helped.Qiao Jiwei reckoned that it would be impossible to sell too much for the first time, so he only shaved off a little.I borrowed the neighbor's weight and weighed it, and it came out to be twenty catties.

Before dawn the next day, Qiao Jiwei woke up early.Qian Dayong fell into a deep sleep, Qiao Jiwei pushed him on the back: "Wake up! Wake up!"

Qian Dayong was wearing only a pair of underpants, and when he touched the skin on Qian Dayong's back, Qiao Jiwei shrank his hands in fright.The skin was bronze, smooth and shiny.He still doesn't dare to touch a man's body directly, and always thinks of physical contact when he touches a man's body.

However, Qian Dayong was woken up by the call, opened his dazed eyes and groaned, and quickly got up from the bed after a short rest.No pants on.Qiao Jiwei was not as anxious as he was.

It is twenty miles away from here in the county seat, and this distance is acceptable for the two of them.The county seat in this mountain village is still very close.Some remote mountain villages are eighty miles away from the county seat, and some mountain people live alone and have never been to the county seat in their entire lives.

Qian Dayong carried [-] catties of potatoes on his back, and in his other free hand held onions, ginger, garlic, salt and other seasonings.Qiao Jiwei carried a pot on his back and held a knife and pestle in his hand.After walking less than four miles, after passing a village, Qiao Jiwei felt a little pain in his waist, legs and back, and his whole body was a little weak.In fact, the pot weighed less than three catties, but Qiao Jiwei was too delicate.

Panting, he put the pot down and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.Qian Dayong turned his head and glanced at Qiao Jiwei with tenderness in his eyes, followed him to find a stone slab and sat on it.

After a while, Qian Dayong felt that it was almost time to rest, so he stood up and carried the potatoes on his shoulders: "Let's go."

Qiao Jiwei objected loudly: "Sit down for a while."

Qian Dayong had no choice but to put the potatoes on the ground again.

At this time, an ox cart was coming from a distance, and it was driven by Ma Er from the neighboring village.Qian Dayong waved his hand, and as soon as Ma Er retracted the rope, the scalper would not stop. "Master Ma, where are you going?"

"Go to the county town to breed cattle, and sell the pheasants you beat. You also go to the county town? Who is this little brother?"

Qian Dayong really didn't have the face to tell Ma Er the truth, so he replied, "It's my cousin."

"It doesn't look like it!" But Ma Er didn't bother about Qiao Jiwei's appearance, he stretched out his hand and beckoned them to get in the car: "Come on."

Speaking of breeding, Qian Dayong thought of the calf of Ma Er's family.This little calf fled to the village where Qian Dayong lived this winter. Although the calf looked delicate and fragile, it jumped quite fast. More than a dozen men from the Ma family union village couldn't catch it for a long time.So this little calf was deeply impressed in the hearts of the villagers. "Master Ma, is that little calf still naughty?"

Ma Er lightly swept the cow's back, and the cow moved on all fours: "It's much more honest. But occasionally it's still disobedient."

The cow walked slowly, only a little faster than the pedestrians on the road.Plantain and calamus can be seen everywhere on the roadside, wild flowers attract bees and butterflies, and a burst of floral fragrance pours into the nostrils.From time to time, voles poked their heads out and quickly hid in the grass when they saw pedestrians.

The sun had already risen high when the ox cart arrived at the county seat, about Si time.It's not too late, some vendors have already woken up early, yelling at passers-by from time to time.

Arriving in front of his own stall, Qiao Jiwei opened the cloth bag containing the potatoes. The skin of the potatoes had turned black, and the appearance was not very good.This is because the oxygen in the air has oxidized the starch in the potatoes, but it is not poisonous.But Qiao Jiwei already regretted that he had prepared too early yesterday.

Due to the last accident, Qiao Jiwei cut the potato slices himself.Qian Dayong lit a fire.

The water in the pot beeped white steam, and Qiao Jiwei put the sliced ​​potatoes into the cage.Then I cut the onion and ginger myself, and chopped the two kinds of food into fine pieces.No need to keep watching the fire, Qian Dayong smashed the garlic cloves.Qian Dayong smashed the garlic cloves very carefully, and then knocked them into the garlic mortar a few times.

The aroma in the pot is getting stronger and stronger, frequently teasing the noses of passers-by.A man selling fish was next to the stall, breathing heavily through his nose, "What kind of meat is cooked in this pot? It doesn't smell like pork, lamb, or chicken."

A smile appeared on the corner of Qiao Jiwei's mouth: "This is a potato, a kind of vegetable."

The name "Potato" has never been heard of by this man in his life. He has seen the world in all his travels. "What kind of food is a potato?"

Qiao Jiwei took out a peeled potato from the sack and showed it to the man: "This is it."

The man picked up the potato and looked left and right, as if studying some kind of calligraphy and painting, then looked at Qiao Jiwei with doubts on his face, "I've never seen it before."

"This thing came from the Western Regions. You will see it more often in the future. It is in your grave." Of course, Qiao Jiwei didn't say the last sentence.

The place name "Western Region" immediately gave Li Tudou a lofty connotation, and many people gathered around hearing this word.

Qiao Jiwei took out the potato slices, mashed them into a puree, and put them into the pot to cook again.

This mashed potato looks delicious and smells delicious. A brother wants to buy a copy, "Brother, how much is this thing?"

Qiao Jiwei replied without a moment's hesitation: "Twelve essays."

Suddenly there was a commotion around, and everyone was talking about the price of the food.Chicken is only ten yuan a catty, so this thing costs twelve yuan?Some frugal people flinched, and the little brother also disappeared into the crowd at some point.

In fact, Qiao Jiwei really set the price up for a bowl of mashed potatoes. As the saying goes, rarity is the most expensive thing. This potato is probably only owned by Qiao Jiwei in the entire state capital, so it is not surprising that the price is high.

Soon the mashed potatoes came out of the pot, and there were three full bowls.Although the mashed potatoes are delicious, the price is too high.So no one bought it for a while.

Suddenly, a girl's crying sounded from the crowd, "Daddy, Daddy, I want to eat that bowl of food, buzzing..."

The father had no choice but to buy a bowl of mashed potatoes for his daughter.Qiao Jiwei put the smashed onions, ginger and garlic in front of him so that he could mix them up by himself.

The little brother who asked about the price of mashed potatoes appeared in front of the stall again, and took out the ten cents in his pocket. "I'll buy a bowl."

Seeing that there was only one bowl of mashed potatoes left, the man who sold the fish couldn't hold back, "Can I exchange one of my fish for your bowl?"

Qiao Jiwei smiled, "Just change two bowls, it's only fair."

In the future, he and Qian Dayong will have to rely on the fish merchant's support if they want to gain a foothold on this street.The man picked up the biggest carp and gave it to Qiao Jiwei.

After selling out the three bowls, Qian Qiao and the two started to prepare another pot of mashed potatoes, but the news spread in the county town.

"There is a stall selling mashed potatoes on Dongcheng Street. The food smells delicious."

"That little brother is also handsome, probably not."

"It's just a bit expensive."

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