Don't panic in a famine, I live in the mountains with my golden finger

Chapter 394: The Magical Uses of Sweet Potato Stems

"So everything we experienced last night was an illusion." Zhang Mingxiu was really speechless now. No wonder he didn't hear the sound of insects when he entered the woods. He mentioned it to Lu Zishi, but he didn't pay attention to it. Then he heard the sound of wolves howling. Now think about it, it would have been better if he had noticed this detail.

Don’t old people always say that if there are no insects or birds singing in the forest, you should not go in, as there is a high chance that you will encounter a mysterious trap.

"Forget it. Let's not study it anymore. If we hadn't taken a shortcut, we wouldn't have encountered this situation. For safety's sake, let's get out of this forest first, and then we'll try to take the main road." Lin Zhian put forward his idea. Although it would take a few more days, it would at least be safe and they could make it in time. Lin Zhian now had an inexplicable fear of the mountains and forests.

"Yes, I fully agree with the public security proposal." Luo Xile agreed.

No one disagreed, and everyone started to pack up the tent. When Gu Qinghan left, he took the piece of wood with him.

Everyone started a new day. In order to avoid smelling anything they shouldn't smell, no one could relax and everyone covered their mouths and noses before leaving the forest.

The sunlight in the forest was not so strong in the morning, and we could even hear the chirping of birds. Everyone felt that the weather was getting good.

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Hsinchu Village

The villagers got up one after another amid the crowing of chickens. The fog in the mountains was very thick, and some villagers went to the rice fields early to harvest the rice before the sun rose.

Ye Qiuer and Ye Grandma both got up very early, but no one had gotten up yet. They both lowered their footsteps and just felt it was strange to see such thick fog.

The kitchen was a little dim, but there was a small fire. Something was cooking on the stove, and there was also fire in the big pot of boiling hot water on the other side.

"It's time to make a wish and do something else. Grandma, go wash up first. I'll watch the fire here."

After resting here for a night, Ye Qiuer already knew the layout of the wishing house. She opened the lid, scooped two spoonfuls of hot water and poured it into the bucket. The temperature was just right and there was no need to add extra cold water.

Xu Yuan came out of the vegetable garden, holding a bunch of sweet potato leaves and threw them into the yard. Then he went into the utility room and tinkered with it for a while. Then he carried a wooden barrel full of hay, chopped vegetable leaves, and bran into the kitchen.

Seeing Grandma Ye sitting by the stove, he asked in surprise: "Grandma Ye, why did you get up so early? Can't you sleep a little longer?"

"Not early, I usually wake up at this time." Grandma Ye replied.

"Xuyuan, you're back. You got up too early." Ye Qiu'er finished washing up and walked out of the bathroom. She asked again, "What are you going to do later? We can help you while we're still here."

Xuyuan scooped a spoonful of hot water into the wooden barrel, stirred it thoroughly with a wooden stick, and replied.

"There's nothing to do in the fields for now. In addition to drying the millet today, I'm also going to pickle some sweet potato stalks."

The sweet potato seedlings have been growing rapidly during this period. Not only are people tired of eating them, but the livestock at home are also a little tired of them.

"Oh, this pole can be pickled. Can I learn from him?" Ye Qiuer blinked at Xu Yuan.

"What's the big deal? It's very simple. You'll learn it after reading it once."

By the time Xuyuan finished feeding the livestock and entered the kitchen, everyone was already up.

A plate of fried sweet potato leaves had been prepared on the table, and hot white porridge had been poured out of a clay pot, with a bowl of porridge added to everyone's bowl.

"Sister, wash your hands, it's time to have breakfast." Xu Zhi shouted to Xu Yuan who rushed in.

"Come quickly, Xiaoyuan, we're waiting for you." Grandma Ye called.

"Yeah, I'll be right there."

When the sun came out, the fog in the forest dissipated and the ground in the yard was no longer so wet.

Everyone began to spread out the rolled up wicker mats and spread the millet evenly with a grain rake.

Xu Yuan looked at the dirt road in the yard, which became wet when it rained, and had other thoughts in his mind.

He lifted the tarpaulin covering the cart and threw all the sacks that had not been unloaded yesterday onto the ground.

"Those are sticky rice, put them over there to dry in the sun."

"Xiaoyuan, your wheat sprouts are pretty good, but why are they placed in the utility room?"

When Grandma Ye was helping to clean up the utility room, she saw some tender green sprouts on the shelf. She recognized they were sprouting wheat and asked in confusion.

"I have other plans. This sprouted wheat can be mixed with cooked glutinous rice to make maltose."

"maltose!"

"Sister, is this candy sweeter than honey?" When they heard Xu Yuan wanted to make candy, many people ran over, grabbed Xu Yuan's clothes, looked up at her with shining eyes.

Children of this age love to eat sweet things, and many Japanese confectionery are no exception.

But Xu Yuan tried to control it, as she didn't want the two children to have a mouth full of cavities.

"I don't know, I haven't eaten it." Xu Yuan replied. To be honest, he had never eaten it.

"No matter if it's sweet or not, it must be delicious. When will you make it?"

"Just wait for the sprouts to grow a little longer."

"Great." Many people were full of anticipation and blinked at Grandma Ye. Then they ran away happily, picked up the rake and started to spread the grain evenly.

Grandma Ye laughed at the sight: "This little clever boy."

"This is the first time I've heard that malt can be used to make sugar. How did you come up with this idea, Xiaoyuan?"

"My mother did it when she was little, and I suddenly remembered this, so I wanted to try it."

Xu Yuan started to make up stories again, making up nonsense.

"Then your mother is quite amazing." Grandma Ye praised.

"If this maltose can be made, Xiaoyuan, you will make more money. This maltose is a rare commodity."

"Grandma, Xuyuan, what are you talking about?" Ye Qiuer came over and asked.

"What else could it be? This isn't just Xiaoyuan discovering something new. This is another business opportunity."

"Really? You've discovered a business opportunity in just a short while?" Ye Qiu'er joked, "Didn't you just say you wanted to pickle the sweet potato stalks? Which one should you do first?"

"Neither of them will waste time, and the other one can't be done today."

"Come on, move the grain out to dry. Don't delay what we need to do next." Grandma Ye quickly dragged out a few sacks from the corner.

"Grandma Ye, let me do it. Just help me organize these messy things."

"Yeah, grandma, I'm already here, how can I ask you to do anything?"

"Look at what you said. Your strength is not as good as that of an old woman like me. If you want to talk about someone who can do it, when will you bring someone back?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan raised his eyebrows, then carried a bag of grain and silently walked away, leaving Ye Qiuer with a look of surprise.