"Wan'er, there are 45 families in the village. If you don't add the Du family, your family has Hu family. Almost every other family saves some sweet potatoes to feed pigs, but I don't know the specific amount. I want to ask, how much vermicelli can you produce in this pound of sweet potatoes?"

On the way back, Zhang Lizheng asked.

"Uncle, I weighed the vermicelli we made for the first time. It was about ten kilograms of vermicelli. The sweet potato you gave me was about fifty kilograms."

Du Wan'er said.

"Then you say this, a thousand pounds of vermicelli will cost 5,000 pounds of sweet potatoes? On average, each family must have 100 pounds of sweet potatoes. This is enough. Sweet potatoes are not picky and grow well. When they first appeared, they used them as food rations, but gradually they became more and more useful, and they also had more uses to feed pigs."

Zhang Lizheng said with a smile.

"Uncle, although the first delivery in August is enough, it will definitely not be enough for September to only have a thousand pounds. Gradually, more and more will be available."

Du Wan'er was a little worried.

"You don't have to worry about this. The land in our village is a bit bad, but the sweet potatoes and corn are not picked and grow very well. Oh, and potatoes. If you know that sweet potatoes can make money, then every household will have more variety? Also, even if our village is not enough, you can buy some in other villages! Sweet potatoes are not expensive, you can buy ten kilograms per penny, and no one can buy them. By the way, Wan'er, these potatoes may be made into powder?"

Zhang Lizheng was not as worried as Du Wan'er, so he explained and asked.

Du Wan'er was surprised.

Perhaps, this is the result of the large number of Dayans planted in every household for a long time!

No one cares about it now, so it sells so cheaply.

"Uncle, I don't know potatoes, but if you have time, you can go and experiment."

Du Wan'er replied with a smile.

She has never made potato flour, it is said to be the same as sweet potato flour.

For her, there are more delicious ways to make potatoes.

"By the way, Wan'er, I plan to ask a woman to come and make it at the beginning, and every household will send out sweet potatoes at the threshing farm in the village. After selling the thousand kilograms of sweet potatoes, they will divide the money equally. What do you think?"

Zhang Lizheng didn't answer Du Wan'er's words and asked.

"Uncle, don't share it equally. Just tell everyone, give your wages, how much does it cost to do a day's work, keep the remaining money, and send it a red seal to everyone at the end of the year. After all, it's impossible to keep working in a threshing farm, and you have to build a workshop. We have to make the reputation of vermicelli in Liushi Village, which is good for everyone."

Du Wan'er shook her head and said.

Zhang Li was just thinking about it and thought Du Wan'er was right.

"Hey, Zhang Lizheng, are you going back to the village?"

At this time, a group of people came from behind, with a carriage in front and a big man holding a few ox carts behind.

Zhang Li was looking at him. Isn’t this the person who bought the land next to Wan’er’s house?

"Brother Qingfeng, are you planning to start work?"

After Zhang Lizheng recognized the person, he said hello.

"No, after looking at the days, I said that the construction should start at the Xu hour tonight, so I plan to bring everyone over."

Qingfeng said with a smile.

But my eyes were glancing at the bluestone next to me. Is it easy for me to be like this brother?

Do you feel pitiful when you are in the woods?

Work started this night, and ghosts didn't believe it!

Sure enough, Zhang Lizheng looked at Qingfeng with a strange expression.
Chapter completed!