Chapter 89.1
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Old yellow head, has not been back for seven or eight years, can not find, also gave up.
Jiang Xiaoye's words made Lao Huang's head numb. He was a little excited and said, "I understand what you mean, Lin. I'll take this opportunity to find them, right? Yes, my ancestors are fed by snail powder. It's an ancestral craft. If there is such an activity, they will certainly take part in it! "
"Yes, and if you win the prize, the city leaders and reporters of Liuzhou will interview you. Are you sure, grandfather Huang? Do you want to try it? "
Sure enough, old Huang tou was still unwilling to accept his elder brother's children.
At the beginning, laohuangtou almost died of starvation. His family bought him five catties of sweet potato and two catties of soybean to farm. Finally, he became a burden. Lao Huangtou never forgot to look for relatives.
"Of course Old yellow head disdain, chin slightly raised way: "my ancestral craft, in the past in Liuzhou are famous, is the most authentic snail powder, now those, also deserve to call authentic?"
"Try it?"
Get rich!
Jiang Xiaoye begins to encourage.
"Don't you believe it? I'm just going to prepare for it, but I'm short of a lot of things! " Old yellow head is full of enthusiasm to prepare snail powder.
"Old lady, do you have any rice at home?"
"In the rice VAT in the kitchen cabinet, it's Chen rice, which has been dried two days ago." Granny Huang came in with a bucket. Although she was old, her hands and feet were still sharp.
"Come on, Lin, help!"
"Good, is the rice delicious? I have new rice from Northeast China. Can I get it at home With quick hands and feet, Jiang Xiaoye lifts out the half meter VAT under the kitchen cabinet. The rice inside has a long smell.
"What new rice, new rice is not good, my secret recipe, is not to add anything, the main raw material is Chen MI, because the powder made by Chen MI has toughness, strength and elasticity. The new rice is too soft, and the rice flour is sticky to the teeth."
Old Huang tou brought a cloth bag and took it outside for a meal.
Soak the rice, grind the rice, and then boil it in a big pot.
When the wooden door clanged, Xiaohei bumped into the door, wagged his tail and ran to the pot to smell it. This busy work has been for an hour, but this is just the beginning.
"What a trouble, Grandpa Huang."
Jiang feels that there are too many processes.
"I went to Liuzhou a few years ago and saw the dry cutting powder processing in a factory in Liuzhou. I completely got rid of the manual work. It was all machines. Ah, that lost a certain flavor. But if you want to mass produce, they can only do this. Their machines are really fast. They choose rice, then they wash, soak, crush and mix. Then they squeeze silk, age, wash powder and loosen Silk, drying, a set of processes, mass production, the times progress too fast, old technology, can not follow the change, can only be eliminated
Since he came back that year, old Huang tou has not made snail powder several times. He has realized that the automatic production is a big blow to people who have old skills.
Jiang Xiaoye smiles. He walks to the corner of the wall and faces Xiaohei, who is pickling people's pickles. Why does this dog like pickles?
"Woof!"
Little black adult hears it!
The little black buttocks, who had been prepared for a long time, just didn't get kicked.
"Although the old craft is good, it can't be popularized. It can't be sold like before. By the way, I remember there were pig bones before? I'll go and get ready. "
Jiang Xiaoye remembers that when he was a child, he and Dahan also fished a big bone from the bottom of the pot.
"That's beef bone. The center of snail powder, the head of Huang's Department, is cooking soup with beef bones. The main ingredients are made of snail, beef bone, chicken rack and spices. It's boiled for more than 12 hours with coal balls."
Old yellow head rubbed the waist, bared his teeth and said: "old, old, do some work on low back pain, rest will."
"You are lazy!"
Seeing that her wife was going to have a rest, Granny Huang, who was helping to grind her knife, said angrily, "Lin is still waiting. When will your laziness get better? Come on
"Woof!"
Come on!
Xiao Hei followed with a cry, wagging his tail enthusiastically, making delicious things do not rest!
"When you are old, how can you be the same as when you were young?" Old yellow head mumbles a word, honest continue to work.
"Grandfather Huang, what's the spice?"
Spices?
Jiang doesn't know much about the ingredients.
"Ginger, Shajiang, star anise, cinnamon, fragrant leaves, cinnamon, cloves, caoguo, um, Amomum villosum, dried pepper, preferably millet pepper, what else Chinese prickly ash, yes, Chinese prickly ash, other oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea or not doesn't matter. It's gone in this family. "
Old Huang tou remembers these formulas very clearly.
"I'm going to buy it. I have a big pot at home. I'll cook it. It takes me 12 hours. It'll be ready in the morning. What else can I do for you?"
He has a good memory.
"Sour bamboo shoots, bean curd, and the most important chili oil, sour beans, fungus, dried radish, fried peanuts, the most important thing is the stone snail. The stone snail is the soul of the snail powder. Can you remember what I said? The pickled bamboo shoots are the most salted. The bean curd in the snail powder of Mr. Huang must be called golden bean curd. Otherwise, the taste will be worse. You need to make it yourself, your father will do it, and I will mix the chili oil. "Old yellow head wiped the sweat on his forehead, the sun rose, and the temperature was getting higher and higher.
"Yes Jiang Xiaoye held out his finger and said, "stone snail, beef bone, chicken rack, ginger, ginger, star anise, cinnamon..."
"You have to buy pickled bamboo shoots. You can fry the bean curd by yourself. There are also sour beans, fungus, dried radish, fried peanuts, chili oil. Do you think there's anything you need? If not, I'll get ready now. "
This snail powder, finally know why old Huang tou says that snail powder is in trouble. If the snail powder of traditional and old technology can't be produced mechanically, he can make a pot of it, which can kill people.
But for a million!
Do it!
In addition, you can take a piece of yellow meat from the jar to the old man
Xiaohei, who slipped to the pickle VAT again, looked back and went back as if nothing happened. You offended Xiaohei, old man!
Xiaohei has made a silent decision to steal your bacon at night!
Jiang Xiaoye leaves with Xiaohei who turns back three times. Lingquan is his magic weapon to win the snail powder competition.
Back home, Jiang finds a pen and writes it down quickly. The stone snail, ox bone, chicken rack, ginger
"Mom, where is the fair today?"
Jiang Xiaoye goes to the vegetable garden and shouts.
Li Lan is planting vegetables. She gets up when she hears her words.
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Old yellow head, has not been back for seven or eight years, can not find, also gave up.
Jiang Xiaoye's words made Lao Huang's head numb. He was a little excited and said, "I understand what you mean, Lin. I'll take this opportunity to find them, right? Yes, my ancestors are fed by snail powder. It's an ancestral craft. If there is such an activity, they will certainly take part in it! "
"Yes, and if you win the prize, the city leaders and reporters of Liuzhou will interview you. Are you sure, grandfather Huang? Do you want to try it? "
Sure enough, old Huang tou was still unwilling to accept his elder brother's children.
At the beginning, laohuangtou almost died of starvation. His family bought him five catties of sweet potato and two catties of soybean to farm. Finally, he became a burden. Lao Huangtou never forgot to look for relatives.
"Of course Old yellow head disdain, chin slightly raised way: "my ancestral craft, in the past in Liuzhou are famous, is the most authentic snail powder, now those, also deserve to call authentic?"
"Try it?"
Get rich!
Jiang Xiaoye begins to encourage.
"Don't you believe it? I'm just going to prepare for it, but I'm short of a lot of things! " Old yellow head is full of enthusiasm to prepare snail powder.
"Old lady, do you have any rice at home?"
"In the rice VAT in the kitchen cabinet, it's Chen rice, which has been dried two days ago." Granny Huang came in with a bucket. Although she was old, her hands and feet were still sharp.
"Come on, Lin, help!"
"Good, is the rice delicious? I have new rice from Northeast China. Can I get it at home With quick hands and feet, Jiang Xiaoye lifts out the half meter VAT under the kitchen cabinet. The rice inside has a long smell.
"What new rice, new rice is not good, my secret recipe, is not to add anything, the main raw material is Chen MI, because the powder made by Chen MI has toughness, strength and elasticity. The new rice is too soft, and the rice flour is sticky to the teeth."
Old Huang tou brought a cloth bag and took it outside for a meal.
Soak the rice, grind the rice, and then boil it in a big pot.
When the wooden door clanged, Xiaohei bumped into the door, wagged his tail and ran to the pot to smell it. This busy work has been for an hour, but this is just the beginning.
"What a trouble, Grandpa Huang."
Jiang feels that there are too many processes.
"I went to Liuzhou a few years ago and saw the dry cutting powder processing in a factory in Liuzhou. I completely got rid of the manual work. It was all machines. Ah, that lost a certain flavor. But if you want to mass produce, they can only do this. Their machines are really fast. They choose rice, then they wash, soak, crush and mix. Then they squeeze silk, age, wash powder and loosen Silk, drying, a set of processes, mass production, the times progress too fast, old technology, can not follow the change, can only be eliminated
Since he came back that year, old Huang tou has not made snail powder several times. He has realized that the automatic production is a big blow to people who have old skills.
Jiang Xiaoye smiles. He walks to the corner of the wall and faces Xiaohei, who is pickling people's pickles. Why does this dog like pickles?
"Woof!"
Little black adult hears it!
The little black buttocks, who had been prepared for a long time, just didn't get kicked.
"Although the old craft is good, it can't be popularized. It can't be sold like before. By the way, I remember there were pig bones before? I'll go and get ready. "
Jiang Xiaoye remembers that when he was a child, he and Dahan also fished a big bone from the bottom of the pot.
"That's beef bone. The center of snail powder, the head of Huang's Department, is cooking soup with beef bones. The main ingredients are made of snail, beef bone, chicken rack and spices. It's boiled for more than 12 hours with coal balls."
Old yellow head rubbed the waist, bared his teeth and said: "old, old, do some work on low back pain, rest will."
"You are lazy!"
Seeing that her wife was going to have a rest, Granny Huang, who was helping to grind her knife, said angrily, "Lin is still waiting. When will your laziness get better? Come on
"Woof!"
Come on!
Xiao Hei followed with a cry, wagging his tail enthusiastically, making delicious things do not rest!
"When you are old, how can you be the same as when you were young?" Old yellow head mumbles a word, honest continue to work.
"Grandfather Huang, what's the spice?"
Spices?
Jiang doesn't know much about the ingredients.
"Ginger, Shajiang, star anise, cinnamon, fragrant leaves, cinnamon, cloves, caoguo, um, Amomum villosum, dried pepper, preferably millet pepper, what else Chinese prickly ash, yes, Chinese prickly ash, other oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea or not doesn't matter. It's gone in this family. "
Old Huang tou remembers these formulas very clearly.
"I'm going to buy it. I have a big pot at home. I'll cook it. It takes me 12 hours. It'll be ready in the morning. What else can I do for you?"
He has a good memory.
"Sour bamboo shoots, bean curd, and the most important chili oil, sour beans, fungus, dried radish, fried peanuts, the most important thing is the stone snail. The stone snail is the soul of the snail powder. Can you remember what I said? The pickled bamboo shoots are the most salted. The bean curd in the snail powder of Mr. Huang must be called golden bean curd. Otherwise, the taste will be worse. You need to make it yourself, your father will do it, and I will mix the chili oil. "Old yellow head wiped the sweat on his forehead, the sun rose, and the temperature was getting higher and higher.
"Yes Jiang Xiaoye held out his finger and said, "stone snail, beef bone, chicken rack, ginger, ginger, star anise, cinnamon..."
"You have to buy pickled bamboo shoots. You can fry the bean curd by yourself. There are also sour beans, fungus, dried radish, fried peanuts, chili oil. Do you think there's anything you need? If not, I'll get ready now. "
This snail powder, finally know why old Huang tou says that snail powder is in trouble. If the snail powder of traditional and old technology can't be produced mechanically, he can make a pot of it, which can kill people.
But for a million!
Do it!
In addition, you can take a piece of yellow meat from the jar to the old man
Xiaohei, who slipped to the pickle VAT again, looked back and went back as if nothing happened. You offended Xiaohei, old man!
Xiaohei has made a silent decision to steal your bacon at night!
Jiang Xiaoye leaves with Xiaohei who turns back three times. Lingquan is his magic weapon to win the snail powder competition.
Back home, Jiang finds a pen and writes it down quickly. The stone snail, ox bone, chicken rack, ginger
"Mom, where is the fair today?"
Jiang Xiaoye goes to the vegetable garden and shouts.
Li Lan is planting vegetables. She gets up when she hears her words.
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Old yellow head, has not been back for seven or eight years, can not find, also gave up. Jiang Xiaoye's words made Lao Huang's head numb. He was a little excited and said, "I understand what you mean, Lin. I'll take this opportunity to find them, right? Yes, my ancestors are fed by snail powder. It's an ancestral craft. If there is such an activity, they will certainly take part in it! " "Yes, and if you win the prize, the city leaders and reporters of Liuzhou will interview you. Are you sure, grandfather Huang? Do you want to try it? " Sure enough, old Huang tou was still unwilling to accept his elder brother's children. At the beginning, laohuangtou almost died of starvation. His family bought him five catties of sweet potato and two catties of soybean to farm. Finally, he became a burden. Lao Huangtou never forgot to look for relatives. "Of course Old yellow head disdain, chin slightly raised way: "my ancestral craft, in the past in Liuzhou are famous, is the most authentic snail powder, now those, also deserve to call authentic?" "Try it?" Get rich! Jiang Xiaoye begins to encourage. "Don't you believe it? I'm just going to prepare for it, but I'm short of a lot of things! " Old yellow head is full of enthusiasm to prepare snail powder. "Old lady, do you have any rice at home?" "In the rice VAT in the kitchen cabinet, it's Chen rice, which has been dried two days ago." Granny Huang came in with a bucket. Although she was old, her hands and feet were still sharp. "Come on, Lin, help!" "Good, is the rice delicious? I have new rice from Northeast China. Can I get it at home With quick hands and feet, Jiang Xiaoye lifts out the half meter VAT under the kitchen cabinet. The rice inside has a long smell. "What new rice, new rice is not good, my secret recipe, is not to add anything, the main raw material is Chen MI, because the powder made by Chen MI has toughness, strength and elasticity. The new rice is too soft, and the rice flour is sticky to the teeth." Old Huang tou brought a cloth bag and took it outside for a meal. Soak the rice, grind the rice, and then boil it in a big pot. When the wooden door clanged, Xiaohei bumped into the door, wagged his tail and ran to the pot to smell it. This busy work has been for an hour, but this is just the beginning. "What a trouble, Grandpa Huang." Jiang feels that there are too many processes. "I went to Liuzhou a few years ago and saw the dry cutting powder processing in a factory in Liuzhou. I completely got rid of the manual work. It was all machines. Ah, that lost a certain flavor. But if you want to mass produce, they can only do this. Their machines are really fast. They choose rice, then they wash, soak, crush and mix. Then they squeeze silk, age, wash powder and loosen Silk, drying, a set of processes, mass production, the times progress too fast, old technology, can not follow the change, can only be eliminated Since he came back that year, old Huang tou has not made snail powder several times. He has realized that the automatic production is a big blow to people who have old skills. Jiang Xiaoye smiles. He walks to the corner of the wall and faces Xiaohei, who is pickling people's pickles. Why does this dog like pickles? "Woof!" Little black adult hears it! The little black buttocks, who had been prepared for a long time, just didn't get kicked. "Although the old craft is good, it can't be popularized. It can't be sold like before. By the way, I remember there were pig bones before? I'll go and get ready. " Jiang Xiaoye remembers that when he was a child, he and Dahan also fished a big bone from the bottom of the pot. "That's beef bone. The center of snail powder, the head of Huang's Department, is cooking soup with beef bones. The main ingredients are made of snail, beef bone, chicken rack and spices. It's boiled for more than 12 hours with coal balls." Old yellow head rubbed the waist, bared his teeth and said: "old, old, do some work on low back pain, rest will." "You are lazy!" Seeing that her wife was going to have a rest, Granny Huang, who was helping to grind her knife, said angrily, "Lin is still waiting. When will your laziness get better? Come on "Woof!" Come on! Xiao Hei followed with a cry, wagging his tail enthusiastically, making delicious things do not rest! "When you are old, how can you be the same as when you were young?" Old yellow head mumbles a word, honest continue to work. "Grandfather Huang, what's the spice?" Spices? Jiang doesn't know much about the ingredients. "Ginger, Shajiang, star anise, cinnamon, fragrant leaves, cinnamon, cloves, caoguo, um, Amomum villosum, dried pepper, preferably millet pepper, what else Chinese prickly ash, yes, Chinese prickly ash, other oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea or not doesn't matter. It's gone in this family. " Old Huang tou remembers these formulas very clearly. "I'm going to buy it. I have a big pot at home. I'll cook it. It takes me 12 hours. It'll be ready in the morning. What else can I do for you?" He has a good memory. "Sour bamboo shoots, bean curd, and the most important chili oil, sour beans, fungus, dried radish, fried peanuts, the most important thing is the stone snail. The stone snail is the soul of the snail powder. Can you remember what I said? The pickled bamboo shoots are the most salted. The bean curd in the snail powder of Mr. Huang must be called golden bean curd. Otherwise, the taste will be worse. You need to make it yourself, your father will do it, and I will mix the chili oil. "Old yellow head wiped the sweat on his forehead, the sun rose, and the temperature was getting higher and higher. "Yes Jiang Xiaoye held out his finger and said, "stone snail, beef bone, chicken rack, ginger, ginger, star anise, cinnamon..." "You have to buy pickled bamboo shoots. You can fry the bean curd by yourself. There are also sour beans, fungus, dried radish, fried peanuts, chili oil. Do you think there's anything you need? If not, I'll get ready now. " This snail powder, finally know why old Huang tou says that snail powder is in trouble. If the snail powder of traditional and old technology can't be produced mechanically, he can make a pot of it, which can kill people. But for a million! Do it! In addition, you can take a piece of yellow meat from the jar to the old man Xiaohei, who slipped to the pickle VAT again, looked back and went back as if nothing happened. You offended Xiaohei, old man! Xiaohei has made a silent decision to steal your bacon at night! Jiang Xiaoye leaves with Xiaohei who turns back three times. Lingquan is his magic weapon to win the snail powder competition. Back home, Jiang finds a pen and writes it down quickly. The stone snail, ox bone, chicken rack, ginger "Mom, where is the fair today?" Jiang Xiaoye goes to the vegetable garden and shouts. Li Lan is planting vegetables. She gets up when she hears her words. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
