Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder's Comeback in the Era Tales

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: The Poor Little One Killed by Her Uncle 28

Yuan Chun’s family received two hundred jin of sweet potatoes. She doesn’t particularly enjoy eating dried sweet potatoes, so she’s making sweet potato vermicelli at home, and called Cheng Fang over to help her shred the sweet potatoes.

Cheng Fang knows she loves vermicelli, so he brought over half of the three hundred jin of sweet potatoes he received, ”Yuan Chun, let’s make more vermicelli, then we’ll be able to enjoy spicy and sour vermicelli, garlic vermicelli every day...”

Yuan Chun looked at the pile of sweet potatoes and told him, ”Shredding sweet potatoes is hard work. As long as you can shred all these sweet potatoes, I’ll make them all.”

”Alright, if I can’t finish during the day, I’ll stay up late to shred them.”

Cheng Fang stayed up for two nights to finish shredding the three hundred jin of sweet potatoes.

Next was washing the starch water, steaming the vermicelli sheets...

The two of them worked tirelessly for over ten days and were exhausted, but finally finished nearly a hundred jin of vermicelli.

In Yuan Chun’s courtyard, ropes were tied all around, covered with drying vermicelli.

An older auntie came to her home, intending to help dry some sweet potatoes to eat. But upon entering the courtyard, she was stunned to see all the vermicelli, ”Yuan Chun, why did you buy so much vermicelli? Can you finish eating it?”

”Auntie, you’re here.”

After nearly half a month of hard work, Yuan Chun was leisurely enjoying a roasted sweet potato in the courtyard. She smiled and offered one to the auntie, ”Just roasted, smells delicious. Auntie, have one too.”

”Auntie won’t eat, you save it for yourself.”

After washing and cutting sweet potatoes for several days, the auntie was so tired of seeing them that she couldn’t eat anymore.

Only then did Yuan Chun answer the auntie’s earlier question, ”Auntie, this vermicelli wasn’t bought. Cheng Fang and I made it ourselves. My family had two hundred jin of sweet potatoes, and Cheng Fang’s family had a hundred and fifty jin. I turned them all into vermicelli. There’s about seventy or eighty jin here.”

The auntie was so astonished that her mouth could fit a goose egg, ”Yuan Chun girl, you know how to make vermicelli?”

Yuan Chun nodded proudly, ”Auntie, I learned from a book. I thought I wouldn’t be able to do it well, but it turned out okay.”

The original character was a pampered girl who couldn’t do anything.

But she could.

Her paternal uncle’s family owned a vermicelli factory. When she had holidays and went home, she had no farm work to do, so she would help at the vermicelli factory.

She not only knew how to make sweet potato vermicelli, but also yam vermicelli, potato vermicelli, rice vermicelli, and various starches, vermicelli sheets...

The auntie was full of surprise and praise, ”Indeed, people need to read more books. You can learn crafts from them. Yuan Chun, my family still has quite a lot of sweet potatoes. Can you help Auntie make a hundred jin too?”

Yuan Chun gladly agreed.

In the afternoon, Yuan Chun went to the uncle’s house and directed the older and younger cousins to shred sweet potato strands, then had the auntie help wash the starch water...

The old village chief came to visit the brigade leader’s house. Learning that Yuan Chun could make vermicelli, he had an idea and discussed it with the brigade leader, ”Tie Lin, you know we have planted so many sweet potatoes in our village that everyone can’t finish eating them. Can’t we set up a collective vermicelli factory?”

Liu Tielin: ”That’s a great idea, it can provide extra income for the villagers. But if all the sweet potatoes are made into vermicelli, what will everyone eat? The food we’ve accumulated won’t last until next autumn’s harvest.”

”Additionally, if we’re setting up a vermicelli factory, we’ll have to continue planting sweet potatoes next year to supply it. If we don’t plant food, the villagers will go hungry.”

Old village chief: ”Once we make vermicelli, we won’t need to worry about not having food. We can trade vermicelli for food and won’t let the villagers go hungry.”

Liu Tielin: ”But during these three years of disaster, there’s a shortage of food everywhere. Where would we trade for food?”

Old village chief: ”That’s true.”

People were starving to death, who would care about eating vermicelli?

Who would be willing to trade food for vermicelli?

We’ll have to wait until the three-year disaster is over, when the food economy recovers, to consider setting up a factory.