[Comprehensive Classics] Different Jane

At breakfast the next day, Mrs. Bennet encouraged everyone by saying that there were no potatoes at all, and everyone got a sun omelette, slices of bacon, vegetables, bread and butter.

"By the way, Jane." Mr. Bennet took out what Jane asked him to make yesterday, "What are you making this for...?"

This is a strange thing, with several rows of uniform holes knocked out with the largest nails on an iron sheet nailed with wooden strips all around.It was easy to make, and Mr. Bennet had it ready in the morning.

"I have a new idea to see if I can use those little potatoes to make something new to eat." Jane swallowed the bread and said, "Although it will take a little work, I really don't want to eat boiled potatoes and baked potatoes every day." Mashed potato cakes... when will those two bags of potatoes be eaten!"

"I don't want to eat baked potatoes either."

"Neither do I."

The other girls looked pale at the thought of eating that thing every day.

"Jane also made a pair of gloves yesterday." Elizabeth snickered, "She brought the ones for peeling potatoes."

"Really, Jane?" Mrs. Bennet asked curiously, "How do you peel your gloves?"

"Dang Dang Dang." Jane took out the gloves from the apron pocket, and everyone unanimously disliked the ugly appearance, "Using this to grind the potato skin is better than a knife." Jane demonstrated, "We can try it later. She rubbed her hands together and made a "chacha" sound. Everyone felt goosebumps, and everyone hurriedly told her to stop.

"That's the kind of thing you like to do," said Mrs. Bennet skeptically. She took the glove and looked at it. "It's rough. Not a decent job."

"Mommy, emery cloth is a waste of scissors and needles. Anyway, it's just for flexible use." Jane is a pragmatist, and anyway, it's for people to see.

"Okay, I'll try it later." In fact, Mrs. Bennet was also very curious.

This glove is too big, it doesn't matter, Mrs. Bennet found two straps to fasten the mouth of the glove to the wrist.She took a potato that was simply washed off the mud and rubbed it with both hands, and it was really easy to use. Although the gloves looked very ugly, it was convenient and quick to rub the skin of a small potato.

Mrs. Bennet tried two potatoes and then she grasped the strength. After a few turns of "rubbing and rubbing", most of the skins of a few small potatoes were rubbed off in an instant, and then she only had to focus on the few remaining small places. That's fine, then you just need to pick out the bud eyes with a knife.

But there was a problem with the iron sheet that Mr. Bennet helped to make.This thing is too big to stand on the bowl, but too small to stand on the basin, and the wooden strip is too narrow to hold, and the iron sheet is too wide to use force.In the end Jane had Mr. Bennet nail another handle to the wood, and it was barely usable.

"What is this for?" Mary asked curiously.

"Like this." Jane took a small potato that had been peeled off the skin, removed the sprouts and cleaned, and rubbed it on the iron sheet. The potato turned into crumbs and fell into the basin below.

"But what's the use of it?" Elizabeth still didn't understand.

"Actually, I would rather have a blender, but this is the only way I can do it by hand." Jane said while rubbing the potatoes, "I want to make the potatoes into a powder like flour, so that we don't have to eat boiled potatoes directly, but flour to make noodles or snacks."

The sisters looked at each other, it sounds really troublesome, but think about hundreds of catties of boiled potatoes... well, trouble is trouble.

Mrs. Bennet promised her daughters to experiment with a pile of potatoes first. Anyway, there are so many, even if they fail, they don't feel bad.

Everyone re-divided labor and cooperated, because this way there is no need to classify potatoes, and they can be used regardless of size, unless they are full of bud eyes or crooked ones.

Everyone worked together to wash the potatoes first, and then Jane, Elizabeth, and Mary rubbed the skins one by one, picked the buds by one, and rubbed the potato crumbs by one, taking turns in turn.Catherine helped hold down the tin tool, and Lydia was responsible for picking out the unusable potatoes.

It's a tough job, but everyone has confidence in Jane's creativity and is still very motivated.

After a whole day's work, the five girls finally made a pot of potato paste.Jane wrapped the potato paste in a clean gauze cloth and soaked it in a bucket filled with clean water. She kept licking, then changed a bucket, and continued to lick until the potato paste turned into potato scum, and it was not sticky at all. there is none left.

Finally, put the bucket aside and let it settle quietly.

"That's it?" Elizabeth asked.

"After it settles, scoop off the water on it." Jane rubbed her shoulders, exhausted. She knew how to do it before, but she had never actually operated it. Now she doubts how many potatoes she can make with such a lot of effort. Powder here.

"Then what about this one?" Catherine pointed to the potato dregs on the gauze.

"This? Well, feed the pigs." Jane said indifferently.

The other four: "..." In the end, they still fed the pigs.

The next day, everyone ran to see what was in the bucket with great anticipation. Sure enough, the water and sediment were clearly separated.

Jane scooped up the clear water with a spoon, and what was left was wet starch.Jane first stirred the wet starch evenly, poured half of the pot and heated it slowly.

"Who will help me get a basin, and brush the inside of the basin with oil." Jane called while slowly stirring the potato flour in the pan.

"I'll come." Mary brought a small soup pot, and Elizabeth took a piece of butter and wiped the pot.

When the potato flour in the pot began to turn translucent white and bubbled, Jane was about to pour it into the small soup pot.

"Oh, let me do it, Miss Jian." Mei, who had been watching from the side, hurried forward to take over, and poured the contents of the pot into the basin.If she said that Mrs. Bennet was good at everything, she spoiled her children too much.

Elizabeth: "What's next?"

Jane: "Wait until it cools down."

Elizabeth: "I know that."

Elizabeth filled the well water with a washbasin, and put the soup basin in the washbasin, so that it would cool faster.

After the pot of potato flour was completely cooled, it turned into a pudding-like elastic and translucent object, which amazed the Miss Bennets.Jane cut off a small piece, cut it into strips, ready to make a salad, cut the remaining potato powder into small pieces and cooked, sprinkled onion and garlic, mixed with some salt and vinegar, added a few thick slices Sizzling bacon and sausage...

"good to eat."

"too delicious."

"Mommy, I can't fork it!"

"Jane, how can you be so capable?"

In the face of praise, Jane was very indifferent.jpg, "It's delicious, but it's too difficult to grind it into pieces. Anyway, I don't want to grind it anymore."

Oh yes, this thing is really exhausting.

The Miss Bennets suddenly calmed down.

"Can't you use a stone mill?" Mr. Bennet scooped up the last bit of soup with a spoon. The noodles made of potatoes were delicious to him. "I remember there is a hand mill, maybe it can be used."

"No, Daddy, it's not ground into flour, it's like grinding potatoes into crumbs." Mary corrected.

Mr. Bennet said that he was a bit puzzled. It is so troublesome, can't it be directly ground into powder?

It really doesn't work. Potatoes are ground into wet starch, which is similar to beans ground into soy milk.

The Miss Bennets had to give up.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Bennet found a hand crank from the warehouse the next day.

"Why do we have this in our house?" Mr. Bennet checked and found that the thing was still working, not rusty, but a little dirty.

"You bought it back, have you forgotten?" Mrs. Bennet asked, "I used it once and threw it in the warehouse for ten years, a waste of money!"

"What is this for?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Bennet's eyes wandered.

"Anyway it works," said Mrs. Bennet.

Well, now that the hostess has spoken, the host has no choice but to take the worker to clean the machine diligently, after all, it is something to be imported.At this time, the women sewed a few emery cloth gloves, washed the potatoes, rubbed off the skin and cut off the sprouted part.Because the potatoes are small, there is no need to cut them. They are thrown directly into the machine. Mr. Bennet shakes the handle and the saw teeth cut the potatoes into pieces.If it is not small enough, you can cut it again and it will be broken.

Mrs. Bennet distressedly took out a large piece of gauze, just like Jane and the others did the day before, wrapped the broken potato residues and put them in clear water.They moved out a large bucket and set up a shelf to hang gauze. Al was the strongest, so he took care of it.

It took the five sisters a day to make only three to five catties of potatoes and they were exhausted. It took Mr. Bennet and Al only three days to finish the two big bags of potatoes.

The remaining potato dregs are good for cooking and feeding chickens and pigs, and there is no waste.

In addition to making potato flour "pudding" in a pot, other flours are precipitated and dried and mixed with flour to make noodles. The noodles are cooked as soon as they are cooked.

At Jane's suggestion, these noodles were diced and served in a beef broth...so good, the dish ended up being a new family heirloom in the Bennet family.And making potato flour has become a must-do job for the Bennet family after the potato harvest every year, just like the Bennet family raises a turkey every year for Christmas.

This Christmas, the dishes on the table are extraordinarily rich and varied. This year, Jane and Elizabeth are helping in the kitchen, and Jane even makes Christmas desserts by herself, which saves Mrs. Bennet a lot of worry.Mr. Bennet specially asked someone to bring some beautiful cloth from London as gifts for everyone, and the girls were very happy.

"We also have a gift for you, Daddy." Jane, as the eldest sister, took out the gift that everyone prepared together.

"Really?" said Mr. Bennet in surprise.

Mr. Bennet's present was a self-made account book, which he opened. It was not the same as the one he bought in the store, but much simpler.

Inside are all hand-drawn forms. The small grids for distinguishing numbers have been merged into a large grid. The date is changed to the top. The product type is written vertically, and income or output is written horizontally. Money or physical objects only need to type "√ "It's really very suitable for Mr. Bennet's bookkeeping novice... In fact, Mr. Bennet has long wanted to say that family bookkeeping doesn't need to be so complicated, but only this kind of account book is sold in the store.

"Thank you, kids, it's really great." Mr. Bennet felt that he could finally write accounts that he could understand, so happy (＾－＾)V

"It was Jane's suggestion, she designed the form." Elizabeth said, "We did it together."

"Lydia helped with the cover." Lydia claimed the credit, "I drew that cute picture."

"Yes, I wrote the words," said Catherine.

"We all chipped in to buy the paper," said Mary.

"Actually, Daddy, me, Elizabeth and Mary, the three of us taught ourselves a little accounting, using those books in your study, so we want to practice it." Jane said.

"...Operation? How to operate?" Mr. Bennet didn't understand, so he asked.

"That's it." Elizabeth and the sisters winked, "We want to help you clean up the ledgers for the past two years, and then record them in... the ledger we made. Uh, just want to practice, Daddy, don't you think the notebooks we made ourselves are more convenient than the ones we bought?"

The author has something to say: Jane: A failed attempt, has it been mechanized at this time?What in the world has been invented!Damn, I don't know at all!