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Chapter 309 Shy Yu Qinghai
As luck would have it, Yu Qingshu, who happened to come over, heard it and actually gave Yu Qinghai a slap on the head.
Yu Qinghai sometimes does things without considering the consequences, which makes it difficult for his family to feel completely at ease.
When Yu Qingqing saw her father coming over and giving her eldest brother a slap, she started laughing at an inappropriate time.
Yu Qinghai touched the spot where he was hit and chuckled. "What a coincidence, Dad, how did you come here? I was just joking with my sister, but I will definitely take it seriously and avoid making the same mistake again."
After the rabbit was ready, Yu Qingqing went outside to see how the dried sweet potatoes were doing.
The making of dried sweet potatoes is done by the river because there are so many sweet potatoes.
It was a sunny day outside, and people were constantly walking back and forth in the small yard, carefully turning the steamed sweet potatoes.
After the sweet potatoes are steamed, they can be dried directly and then steamed and dried repeatedly.
After an hour, all the beans were cooked, and Yu Qingqing took the things to do the most critical step.
At this time, only Yu Qingqing's family was in the room. Yu Qingqing put the most important thing into the cooked soy milk, and asked someone to come in and continue adding firewood.
After another hour, all the tofu was cooked.
At this time, Yu Qinghai came in from outside with sweat on his forehead. "Third sister, I have asked someone to wash the stones and wooden boards you requested and sent them over. What do you think we should do next?"
Yu Qinghai wiped his face and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had been running outside frequently recently, and his skin had become quite tanned.
After a while, a young girl came in. She was the youngest daughter of Uncle Jiang in the village, named "Jiang Xiaomei".
Jiang Xiaomei wore a square scarf on her head and held a wooden basin in her hand. "Brother Yu, this is the clean cloth you asked for. You can see where I put it."
Jiang Xiaomei has a rather dark skin, is about the same height as Yu Qingqing, and is three years older than Yu Qingqing.
When Yu Qinghai heard Jiang Xiaomei calling him, his ears turned red. "Put it on the table. Thank you for your hard work."
Yu Qingqing looked at Jiang Xiaomei, then at her silly elder brother, and couldn't help wanting to laugh.
"Okay, I'll put it down right away!" Jiang Xiaomei put the things down quickly and soon disappeared from sight.
Yu Qingqing saw her eldest brother's expression and asked tentatively: "How about I ask Dad to help you propose marriage?"
It was just a casual question, but Yu Qinghai actually answered "OK" and ran away.
Yu Qingqing couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter. She had never realized that her elder brother was actually in love. He was such a grown man, yet he was still like a fool.
It seems that someone is serious.
Yu Qingqing scooped the cooked tofu into a large piece of gauze, and the others followed her and did the same.
When it's almost done, seal the gauze and tie it tightly with a cloth strip.
Yu Qingqing was doing it while instructing the others, "Everyone, pay attention. When you scoop the tofu, don't worry about it going bad. It will be pressed up with stones later. Remember to tie it tightly with cloth strips to prevent it from falling off in the middle of the process."
There were a total of twenty people in the kitchen, all of whom were hired by Yuan Xichen and were considered relatively reliable.
"Got it, Miss Yu! We will definitely pay attention." Everyone answered in unison and paid full attention to the matter at hand.
We made a lot of tofu this time, probably about several hundred kilograms.
The last step is to find a corner to put the tofu, with each piece of gauze tofu on the top, and press it down with a big stone.
Basically, it only needs to be pressed for an hour and it will become dried tofu. You can press it for a little longer, which is not a big problem.
After everyone's unremitting efforts, the last piece of tofu was finally pressed. It was two hours later.
Yu Qingqing was so tired that her back and waist ached. She dragged her heavy body back to her room to rest.
On the other side, Yuan Xichen was watching the production of dried sweet potatoes carefully. After everyone's efforts, a lot of dried sweet potatoes had been dried.
Yu Qingshu picked up a piece of dried sweet potato and handed it directly to Yuan Xichen, saying enthusiastically: "Mr. Yuan, please try it and see how it tastes after being dried. When you store it, just follow what my daughter said, and it will not be too long."
At this time, the dried sweet potatoes in Yuan Xichen's hand were also a beautiful golden color.
Yuan Xichen put the dried sweet potatoes in his mouth and tasted them, and found that the dried sweet potatoes that had been dried in the sun were actually a bit sweeter than the raw ones.
He had already thought about preserving the dried sweet potatoes. These dried sweet potatoes would be sent to the front line later, where it was covered with ice and snow all day long, so there was no need to worry about the preservation of the dried sweet potatoes.
"Well, it tastes really good. Miss Yu is so smart. Whoever marries her in the future will be blessed!" Yuan Xichen took a detour and praised Yu Qingqing again.
When Yu Qingshu heard this, he felt a little uncomfortable. When he thought about his daughter belonging to someone else in the future, he felt that the dried sweet potatoes in his hand instantly lost their taste.
But he still smiled awkwardly and said, "Yes, my daughter is very considerate. She is still young, let's talk about it in a few years."
Yu Qingshu stuffed another dried sweet potato into his mouth. He felt that he liked the taste of dried sweet potatoes more.
Yuan Xichen's eyes lit up when he heard this. It seemed that he still had hope.
In fact, Yu Qingqing basically only had a little over a year to reach the age of marriage. Time passed very quickly, and it has been almost a year since they came out.
After the dried sweet potatoes in the yard are dried, someone will collect them and continue to steam them.
Yuan Xichen arranged for another group of people to dig sweet potatoes. This time, he called two hundred people over, and the speed of digging sweet potatoes could be greatly improved.
Afterwards, Yu Qingshu took Yuan Xichen to the sweet potato field to check out the situation. As soon as they got there, Yu Qingshu was almost shocked.
Yu Qingshu saw the fresh sweet potatoes piled up like a small mountain in front of him and asked stutteringly: "Did they dig all these out this afternoon? There are so many. They are too fast, aren't they?"
Yu Qingshu felt that the effort others put in in one afternoon was enough to equal what they would do in a whole day.
The people Yuan Xichen brought with him were all martial artists, so doing farm work was naturally no problem for them. It was no exaggeration to say that one of them was worth three or four.
Yuan Xichen looked at the sweet potato field in the distance. It was finally significantly different from the last time he saw it. A lot had been dug up.
Yuan Xichen: "They do work fast, so this farm work is not difficult for them."
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