PFC Chapter 354: The real original ecology
Chapter 354: The real original ecology
The next day, Wang Biao started the live broadcast at dawn.
"This is the tool we use to make flour. Throw the sweet potatoes in from here. This side is the sweet potato residue, and this side is the sweet potato flour water..."
- [Why is this machine a bit dirty? Are you sure it is for pounding sweet potatoes? ]
- [Sweet potatoes contain starch, which will turn white if splashed on them. People who don’t understand this should not talk nonsense.]
- [That’s right, those of you who like fake sweet potato noodles can leave the live broadcast room. There’s no need to show off your presence. ]
However, Wang Biao's powdering was not smooth. At first, the machine did not work. After it finally started, the electrical wires burned out again.
After a lot of trouble, it finally restarted, but the sweet potato was too big and it got stuck again.
Several elderly people who were involved in making sweet potato flour couldn't stand it anymore and said that today was not a good day.
But Wang Biao just didn't believe it. "You are old, what do you know? The sweet potatoes are just too big! Come over and help cut the sweet potatoes!"
It was he who proposed the plan of keeping the sweet potatoes to grind into powder. Now he is naturally the boss, and others dare not disobey him.
Although the process of beating the sweet potatoes was a bit bumpy, it was still going on.
After a whole morning, Wang Biao and his group didn't harvest many sweet potatoes and were exhausted.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Brothers and sisters in front of the screen, you can see that it is very hard for us to make this sweet potato. This kind of handmade vermicelli can't be bought outside."
-【Although, it is indeed a bit troublesome. 】
-[It looks interesting. Can I buy sweet potatoes and cook it at home? 】
-【With this progress, can we eat vermicelli before the Chinese New Year? 】
-[I have been watching the live broadcast these past two days. The method of making sweet potato vermicelli is indeed not easy. I just don’t know how it will taste in the end. 】
-【Oh my god, making sweet potato vermicelli is so complicated, it's reasonable to sell it at a higher price. 】
-[No wonder those vermicelli sold online are so cheap, they must be fake! ]
Wang Biao felt even more proud when he saw someone comforting him in the live broadcast room.
The people in this city are easy to cheat. Once the sweet potato vermicelli is made, they will definitely raise the price.
People who watch Wang Biao’s live broadcast will naturally not miss Xia Anan’s live broadcast. After all, both of them are broadcasting the same live broadcast content of making vermicelli.
One is made by hand in the village, and the other is made in a factory.
Netizens are still curious about what the difference is in the final vermicelli.
In fact, Xia Anan also wanted to know what the vermicelli this person made in the end would look like. The more arrogant she was today, the uglier it would be if she failed in the end.
So, Xia Anan’s pastime these days is to open his live broadcast room every day.
The powdering is finally finished, and it is time to pour out the waste water on the top and filter the starch.
Because Wang Biao and his team did not cover the sweet potato water, a layer of flies attracted by the sweet smell landed on it.
It's mixed with the green sweet potato juice, which is disgusting no matter how you look at it.
-【What's the difference between this and witch's soup? 】
-【Clean and hygienic, brothers. 】
-[It looks like vomit. My toilet is cleaner than this. 】
- [Sister Xia's is cleaner. I can't accept this.]
Xia Anan really couldn't stand it anymore. It was bad enough that you were giving birth in the village, but the production environment was actually like this.
Not to mention selling it to others, I can’t even eat it at home.
Xia Anan wanted to make a comment, but Wang Biao’s live broadcast room had already banned her from commenting.
It seems that the other party also knows that what they produce will be criticized.
Since netizens cannot speak freely, more people go to Xia Anan’s live broadcast room to watch.
The mechanization in the factory is definitely faster than the few small machines Wang Biao has in the village.
On the third day of Wang Biao's sweet potato harvesting, Xia Anan's factory had already crushed all the sweet potatoes and filtered out the residue, which had begun to settle.
The first step is the first sedimentation. After seven or eight hours in a full tank of starch water, the starch will sink to the bottom and the wastewater will be on top.
Wang Can appeared at the first scene with a mobile phone in hand. "This is the sweet potato starch that has been precipitated for the first time. The layer of water on top is a little green. This is normal. If you buy sweet potatoes and don't finish them in one meal, the side that comes into contact with the air will turn green the next day. We will pour out the top layer of water in a while, and then we can see the starch underneath."
-[As expected, technology changes our lives. The progress here is so fast, while the sweet potatoes are still being harvested over there. 】
- [Although I know it's normal, it's still a bit weird to see such green water. ]
-[Is it normal for sweet potatoes to turn green? Then what about the ones I threw away before? 】
-【It's a waste for you.】
- [It turns green because of the reaction between the contact surface and the air, not because it is broken! ]
- [Do we pour all the water from the upper layer into the sewer? It seems like such a waste...]
"Now the wastewater on the upper layer has been poured out and you can see the starch underneath."
After the slightly green water was poured out, the white starch was revealed.
Wang Can introduced: "This is a non-Newtonian fluid. Don't worry, it won't pour out. The water on the top was taken away by the aunt in the cafeteria. She said it can be boiled into sugar. I don't know if it will succeed."
After pouring out the first batch of waste water, continue to fill it up with water to stir up the starch settled at the bottom.
"Ours has already been filtered. The more times it is precipitated, the whiter the starch will be."
-【Ah! This is the clean production environment, so cool! 】
-【When can we eat this vermicelli? Are the vermicelli sold at the snack street stalls made by you?】
- [Don’t mention it, I want to buy some too, but unfortunately vermicelli is not sold separately…]
-[Making vermicelli is really amazing. I also want to try it myself. 】
Soon, the news that the starch at Xia Anan's factory had begun to precipitate reached Wang Biao's ears.
These days, he has been washing and beating sweet potatoes, and the number of people in his live broadcast room is getting fewer and fewer. He used to receive four-digit gifts for a live broadcast, but now it is only a few hundred yuan.
Wang Biao could only open the comments in the live broadcast room and mark the words "original" and "purely handmade" above the live broadcast room.
Speed up the process and start the precipitation of sweet potato powder.
However, the starch water he had made before had never been changed or filtered, and the temperature outside was high at noon, so the starch had already deteriorated and could not settle.
When pouring out the wastewater, the starch below was also poured out.
After working hard for several days, only a little starch is left.
Wang Biao was confused, and the netizens in the live broadcast room were also confused.
-【Is this correct? Can this really make vermicelli? 】
-【Did it fail? I said it’s not that easy to make vermicelli by yourself.】
- [How come there is only so little starch in such a big tank? ]
-[Isn't there a lot of starch in the factory? Is the starch from sweet potatoes different?]
-[Although the wastewater produced by Xia Anan's factory is also green, it is a very clear green. What's going on? 】
-[The starch made over there is still white, but the starch in this tank seems to have impurities. ]
When they heard that Wang Biao had started to filter the starch, those who had their own sweet potatoes rushed over.
The result was this scene: there was only a little bit of starch, an unignorable sour smell, and black dots of unknown stuff in the starch.
An older man couldn't hold it in any longer and fainted.