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Chapter 140 White Flour Steamed Buns

"Or we can ask if anyone wants to learn, and then go to Brother Hua Ming's workshop to become a master after learning."

"This is a good idea. We will train the masters here and then assign them to different places." Zheng Huaming also agreed with this method. The skill of making vermicelli is now in the hands of the Yang family.

"It's actually not that difficult to make. Grandma, Mom and Dad, do you think it's difficult to make vermicelli? It's not difficult. As long as there is a willingness to research, someone will figure it out soon. There's no need for us to hold on.

"As long as we occupy the market first, we don't have to worry about them catching up.

It is not good to leave your hometown. If you want to be a teacher temporarily and come back to the church, I believe many people would like to go out and travel. "

"Have you thought about another important question?" Xiao Caoer asked.

"What's the problem?" everyone asked together.

“That’s because we don’t have that many sweet potatoes here. Instead of going to faraway places to collect them, why don’t we just build a workshop far away?

This can help more people, they can grow more sweet potatoes, earn more income, and provide them with employment opportunities, isn't it killing two birds with one stone? "Xiao Cao clapped his hands and put them to both sides: Perfect.

"What is a job opportunity?" Tang Yanshu is indeed a talented man who deserves to be a county magistrate.

In addition to the Yang family, Qi Xingyun and the others also looked over.

"Employment opportunities are opportunities to work," Da Mao explained to everyone. His sister had mentioned this term more than once at home and explained it to everyone, so Da Mao remembered it clearly.

"So it's a good thing?" Old Mrs. Yang asked Xiao Caoer.

Xiao Cao held Old Lady Yang's arm and leaned her head on her shoulder. "Isn't it? The leftover sweet potato residue from making vermicelli can be used to feed pigs. Pigs grow fast after eating it."

"Then should we raise two pigs? We are also making vermicelli at home. You asked us to dry and store the sweet potato residue, so it is not too late.

But pigs are a bit smelly, so we'll build the pig pen farther away from your yard so that the stink won't reach you." Old Lady Yang said to Xiao Cao'er.

"Yes, yes, yes, the pig pen will be built next to your brother." Li and Yang Dashan also agreed with their mother's arrangement. "You won't have to cut grass and feed the pigs like the little girls in the village. Your father will do it."

"Thank you grandma, thank you dad, thank you mom, you are so kind." Xiao Cao'er took the opportunity to turn around twice in Li's arms.

Seeing that they had gone off topic again, Zheng Huaming and the others were not surprised.

But Tang Yanshu, who did not have much contact with them, was dumbfounded: Aren't you talking about building a sweet potato workshop? It's okay to talk about raising pigs, because sweet potato residue can be used to feed pigs, but talking about how your Yang family is going to build a pigpen and who will feed the pigs is too much.

"This is a big matter. First of all, we need a detailed plan. We can't just do things one by one. Since it concerns more ordinary people, we have to think more thoroughly." Mr. Zheng made the decision again.

"Who will write the plan?" Zheng Huaming raised an important question.

Xiao Cao'er immediately buried his head in Old Lady Yang's arms: It's none of my business, don't call me, I can't write, and I don't want to write.

I don't want to do anything, I just want to lie down.

Mr. Zheng looked around.

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Qi Xingyun

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These three people only had a vague understanding of the plan, but they were able to write it down. There was no doubt that they had the ability to write down everything they had just heard, but they had trouble writing in more detail.

Well, I couldn’t write it even after listening to the whole thing myself.

Yang family: Several elders are not good enough, they can't even recognize all the characters. Of the two younger ones, one needs to prepare for an exam, and the other is still too young.

Alas, we are short of manpower, we are short of manpower as small as the grass.

"How about this, Xiaocao'er is staying here for one night, you can tell them what you think and let them write it for you. You can also tell them roughly where it can be extended to and how it can be done.

After they finish writing, you can help them review it. If there are no problems, let them find a way to implement it. What do you think?"

Through his understanding of Xiaocaoer over the past few years, Mr. Zheng knows that there are some things that should not be done when treating her like a child.

Xiao Cao'er looked at Old Lady Yang.

Old Mrs. Yang didn't really want her granddaughter to stay here, as she felt insecure without her around.

Qi Xingyun: "Why don't you stay here with Xiaocao tonight? I'm afraid she will miss you."

Old Lady Yang looked at Xiao Cao'er and asked, "What do you think?"

Xiao Cao smiled sweetly at Old Lady Yang and said, "I'll listen to you. I'll do whatever my grandma says."

Old Lady Yang: "Well, since Xiaocao has something important to do and needs to stay here, I will stay here with her so that she won't miss home at night. Dashan, you two should go home first, so that the house won't be messed up by those monkeys."

Well, that's a good reason. It's obvious that you miss her, but you can push it to your good granddaughter.

Damao: I slept with her last night and she didn’t say she missed home. She slept until dawn.

Old Mrs. Yang: Not saying it doesn’t mean not wanting to think about it.

The three young boys who were called monkeys had just finished their lunch.

They were forgotten. When Yang Dashan and his friends went to the county town, the three brothers were exercising. They left them breakfast and left, but did not prepare lunch, thinking that they could take care of themselves.

After exercising and having breakfast, the brothers began to study and review according to the arrangements made by Mr. Zheng at his house.

I don’t know if it was because I was too serious or the house was too quiet, but I didn’t realize it was getting late until noon when my stomach started growling with hunger.

A few of them walked around, and when no one was home, they remembered that they were going to see the master. There was no food at home, so they thought about making their own food and clothing.

Cooking porridge is easy, but it makes you hungry. Making steamed buns is also easy. I have seen my mother make it so many times that I have learned it.

The three boys who were full of confidence in making steamed buns were now looking at the watery white flour in the basin, not knowing what to do.

Ermao: "Simao, didn't you say you could do it? Have you learned how to do it after watching it for so many years?"

Sanmao: "Is this what you said? Where's the dough? I can't even lift the flour now."

Simao: "It's all your fault for pouring too much water. I told you enough is enough, but you still poured more water in."

Ermao Sanmao: Then is it our fault?

"What are you doing?" Yang Bailin came over after lunch.

The three boys' eyes lit up when they heard his voice: "Brother Berlin, can you make steamed buns?"

Yang Bolin looked at the water in the basin and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure that steamed buns are made like this?"