There is a Wall Behind the Shadow

Song Shiyue didn't bring much rice and flour back from the castle.These days, the flour was used to make noodles, and I made a few simple buns and dumplings. I haven't eaten much yet, and the flour bag is quite empty.Although everyone is greedy for white rice, but the rice is really reluctant to open, and I always feel that I will eat it soon after it is opened.It's better to leave it alone, and still have some thoughts.

I can't bear to touch the rice and noodles, so I can only eat sweet potatoes and potatoes as the staple food most of the time.It can only be said that it is a good thing that Song Shiyue got back two packs of potatoes. If the staple food is only sweet potatoes, and he eats them every day, then he really... 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 harvested.

Of course, it is definitely better to use flour.However, sweet potato starch is also a good thing. It can be used to make vermicelli vermicelli and ordinary dim sum.Most importantly, it leaves the starch inside the sweet potato, not the sweetness.

It’s not easy to eat this sweet staple food once in a while, and to eat it every day, every meal, regardless of whether it goes with other dishes or not.

Feng Qianqian, a handicraft enthusiast, once made sweet potato starch by himself in the village watching the kang bed, and he is very confident that he can perfectly reproduce the original procedure.

Just ...

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

Simple math, anyone can do it.

Ning Chuyang made a calculation in his mind, and blurted out: "This is wrong, there are still eight catties? Sweet potatoes are not marshmallows. If you press it, it will shrink so much after washing it?"

"The starch is dry, and the moisture of the sweet potato itself must have disappeared. But the big head is still on the sweet potato dregs left after washing the powder slurry..." Feng Qianqian looked at the baskets, sacks and sacks of sweet potatoes on the ground.

Although it is a bumper harvest, the yield rate is less than one-fifth. If you really want to do it, it will be more distressing than just thinking about it.

"Can't you eat sweet potato dregs?" Song Shiyue, who had never seen sweet potato dregs before, had some doubts.

"In the village I went to, they fermented the sweet potato dregs after washing the starch slurry and then used them to feed pigs. It is said that after washing off the starch, the remaining sweet potato dregs tasted bad and had no nutrition." Feng Qianqian thought After thinking about it, he replied.

"That's what it should be. When coarse grains become fine grains, the nutrition will be transferred. I think it can be done. Let's make a batch with [-] to [-] catties. I just have to go out a few times next time, and put the sweet potato dregs in the oven to dry. Let me take some away as dry food." After asking clearly, Song Shiyue cast her vote without any further hesitation.

"I can eat it too." Yu Nianbing almost followed Song Shiyue's words.

"I'll eat. I'll finish eating after I go out twice." Song Shiyue was very firm and refused to give in.

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

It's just that during this period of time, even if Yu Nianbing cooks sweet potatoes differently, it's still difficult to cook a sweet sweet potato.

The rice and noodles at home were limited, and only after a few meals could they satisfy their cravings. Song Shiyue watched helplessly as Yu Nianbing's appetite gradually deteriorated, and she couldn't concoct more fine 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 it's not a big problem now, Song Shiyue thinks that she can eat anything anyway.

If there are fine grains to make, Yu Nianbing can eat a few more mouthfuls that suit his appetite, which is no better than anything else.

Song Shiyue felt that it was worth it to eat some sweet potato dregs that were tasteless and not nutritious, even some wolf meat without spices and unripe jujubes.

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

Not to mention following up immediately, Yu Nianbing said that the sweet potato dregs could be eaten by himself, even a few other people objected to Song Shiyue eating sweet potato dregs by himself.

Zhuang Jiachuan and Ning Chuyang, who had tasted wolf meat and dried jujubes, felt that no matter how unpalatable sweet potato dregs were, they would not be more unpalatable than those two.

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

Several people discussed it, and finally decided to get [-] catties to test the water first. If everyone can eat sweet potato dregs, they will slowly make more sweet potato starch later.

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

Anyway, there is no reason for Song Shiyue to clean up the scum if everyone eats well.

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

Feng Qianqian explained the steps of making sweet potato flour again, and several people dispersed to prepare things separately.

Song Shiyue poured [-] catties of sweet potatoes out of the sack, inserted some long bamboos brought back last time into the ground, and added some firewood to make what Feng Qianqian said was a wooden frame for filtering the slurry. Go out of the camp to find the stone.

Ning Chuyang and Zhuang Jiachuan picked up sweet potatoes in basins and went to the well to wash them, while Yu Nianbing went to the utility room and found a few clean sheets, and chose a line with the thinnest and most transparent lining facing the light outside. Yes, it was disassembled, and then scrubbed in water for a while before the wooden frame was tied.

After Yu Nianbing finished fixing the cloth for filtering the slurry, he joined Ning Chuyang and the others and started peeling the washed sweet potatoes.

Not long after, Song Shiyue also came back carrying the stone he was looking for.

When Feng Qianqian was making sweet potato starch in a farming village, he put the washed and peeled sweet potatoes into a machine, and then the machine directly beat the sweet potatoes into sweet potato residue.

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

Song Shiyue brought back two stones, a knee-length larger one with a hollow in the middle, and a smaller one like a thick-headed mallet.When the two things are put on the ground, it becomes a large stone mortar.

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

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

Feeling guilty, Song Shiyue pretended not to notice, and quickly rinsed the two stones several times with detergent.

Pieces of peeled sweet potatoes fell into the stone mortar, and Song Shiyue easily smashed them into crumbs.

It was obviously a hard sweet potato, but under Song Shiyue's hands, it was still as soft as tofu.

Soon, twenty catties of sweet potatoes were mashed.

Under the wooden shelf tied with filter cloth, there are all kinds of empty pots, pots, and buckets that Zhuang Jiachuan brought out and rinsed.

Batches of crushed sweet potatoes were poured with water, and the cloth was turned, and the slurry water was filtered out, and each container was filled.

The off-white slurry water in these containers only needs to be left for one night, and the sweet potato starch will settle down.Turn around and skim off the water on the top, break up the wet white powder that has settled below and dry it in the sun, it can be stored for a long time, and you can make all kinds of edible sweet potato starch.

There are still a few days left for the sweet potato starch to be formed, and the sweet potato dregs that have been filtered out of the slurry should be processed as soon as possible.

"I'm going to pick some green onions, break an egg into it, and try making some pancakes. Is there anything else you want to try?" Yu Nianbing stretched out his hand and twirled it, then looked at several people and asked.

Zhuang Jiachuan, who was thinking about this issue before, was the first to speak: "Add a little flour and water, I mean, a little flour to bind it together, and then steam it in a pan to make steamed buns?"

Yu Nianbing thought about it and nodded.

I have heard a lot about corn buns with miscellaneous grains. Although it is a bit extravagant to use flour, if it is delicious, you can continue to make sweet potato starch later, and use sweet potato starch to glue it together in the future.

Yu Nianbing thought about it and nodded.

"Why don't you try frying it directly with sweet potato vines? Chop two cloves of garlic and sauté it, and eat it as a vegetable platter?" Feng Qianqian also thought of one.

"Yes, if it's delicious, we can also serve fungus and mushrooms in the future." Yu Nianbing nodded again, and then looked at Song Shiyue.

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

Yu Nianbing: "..."

Everyone has suggestions, and Ning Chuyang thinks that he should also join in.

It's just... Everyone's sounded good, and Ning Chuyang really couldn't think of any new ways for a while.

"How about... boil it into soup and add some... um... sugar?" Ning Chuyang weakly suggested.

Feng Qianqian, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked up in surprise: "Is it the sweet potato soup I drink every morning?"

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

Ning Chuyang reacted, blushing for his limited creativity.

Feng Qianqian lowered her head, not letting Ning Chuyang see the soft smile on her lips.

The sweet potato dregs that had passed the raw water couldn't be kept, so Yu Nianbing took the amount everyone wanted for dinner, then packed the rest and squeezed it into the incubator to store it first.

Sweet potato slag feast for dinner.

Sweet potato pancakes mixed with egg liquid and chopped shallots are fried in a pan with a thin layer of oil.The little starch left in the sweet potato dregs made the fried pancakes a bit crispy, and there was a slight clicking sound when bitten down.The pancakes with eggs and green onions are very fragrant, and it has a special taste when paired with finely chopped sweet potato residues, even the pancakes made of well-mixed flour are not inferior.Because of the egg liquid, the sweet potato dregs did not disperse, but the shape of the pancake was not very regular, but for everyone, it was already a very delicious pancake.

Add a little water and flour, knead it into a steamed bun, and put it in a steamer. The fate of the steamed bun is relatively ordinary.Perhaps the sweet potato dregs were still too finely crushed, and the steamed buns that were molded in were all scattered when they came out, and the whole steamer was filled with... mushy balls.

Dig it out with a spoon, but it's still edible, the taste...it's so much worse than sweet potato dregs pancakes.It fully embodies what Feng Qianqian has heard, the dry taste of a mass of fibers, and it has no taste yet.

Feng Qianqian's idea of ​​cooking is not bad.Sweet potato slag is fiber, and sweet potato vine is also fiber. It has been sautéed with minced garlic. Although it needs to be chewed well, it is still... very fragrant and delicious.Just pay attention to the heat and water when frying, so as not to let the starch in the sweet potato dregs paste the pot.

As for Song Shiyue's and Ning Chuyang's proposals, Yu Nianbing kindly did it without discrimination, but they only used a small amount.

Dried sweet potato dregs...dry until the dregs fall off, and it is really not much different from cows eating grass when chewed.

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

Yu Nianbing could tell that when Song Shiyue said this, she meant it sincerely...it was really possible...

So the question is, what kind of life did this person live before?How could it be possible to eat the smelly wolf meat, the bitter dried dates, and even things like fodder...you can still eat it.

Even Yu Nianbing felt pain in his heart when he thought about it, and he really couldn't think of an answer.