Chapter 199 Planning

"This ugly thing is called Zhusun? The grandson of Bamboo?" A village leader looked at Su Qingyu and asked. read

Su Qingyao couldn't help but laugh: "It is not the grandson of bamboo, and sun is not the grandson of grandson. It has the same pronunciation but different words. It is a kind of fungus. It is delicious in stir-fry and soup. It is very delicious."

"Is this edible? Is it delicious?" None of the village owners present had eaten it before, and they couldn't believe that this ugly thing could be delicious.

Su Qingyu glanced at everyone, and when she saw everyone's expressions of disgust, she made a somewhat mysterious look and said with a smile: "It's very valuable."

Now no one dares to dislike it.

When they heard that it was valuable, they all sat up straight and their ears perked up again.

Just when he was about to hear what Su Qingyao had to say, she unexpectedly changed her tone.

"So I plan to ask each village to plant some bamboo. But this will have to wait until spring. I'm afraid the planting will not survive now. But some preparations can be done."

Hey, why do you think it's so difficult to grow bamboo?

Bamboo is useful, bamboo shoots are delicious, bamboo forests grow bamboo fungus, and bamboo fungus is valuable! So what can’t be planted? Plant, you must plant more! Everyone responded.

In addition, the village owner brought some tea. There are also tea fruits.

But Su Qingyu has been here in Shuochao for so long, she has never seen anyone who likes to drink brewed tea leaves. They all make tea leaves into tea cakes, grind them into tea foam, fry them and add various ingredients, such as onions and ginger. , dates, orange peel, dogwood, mint, salt and so on.

She really doesn't like drinking.

So I don’t know what the tea market is like.

She still had to investigate whether tea could be grown and whether anyone would want it. But tea fruit is a good thing and can be fried in oil.

"This is called tea fruit. If you want to plant bamboo, don't cut down the tree that bears tea fruit. It will be of great use in the future."

Everyone circulated it one after another. Note it down.

After lunch, we continued talking about products, and we talked about products all day long.

Finally, Su Qingyu picked up something. She had been holding it back for a day and had always planned to leave it until the end. Otherwise, I am afraid that the village owners will not be interested in listening to other content.

"This is the best thing today..."

When I heard it, it was the best thing today. After sitting all day, everyone's tired bodies immediately sat upright again.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a branch in the president's hand. Many people recognized it.

What a good thing. Someone quietly leaned back on the chair again.

What good stuff is this? No one cuts down this tree to make furniture.

The leader of Zhongzhai didn't like this tree either. He thought it was covered in white stuff and was troublesome to take care of. Today he heard that bamboo was going to be planted and he wanted to cut down all the trees in the mountain to plant bamboo.

Su Qingyu didn't take it seriously. If she hadn't stood on the shoulders of giants and stood on the history accumulated by her predecessors, she wouldn't have known these things.

Then he said: "This is called an ash tree, so named because of the white stuff on it. The white stuff on it is the secretion produced by a kind of insect. It can be said to be its feces. But I don't dislike it. This, That’s the real good stuff.”

A few village owners curled their lips, feces produced by insects? With a look of disgust on his face, what good could it be.

Su Qingyu glanced at everyone and said it out loud, fearing that you would come and grab it.

"Do you know about candles?"

"Then who doesn't know? We can't afford it. It hurts to light an oil lamp, and we fall asleep as soon as it gets dark."

Su Qingyao smiled. Everyone felt that burning candles was a waste of money, and the prices sold outside were very expensive.

He said, "Everyone knows about candles, but do you know about white wax?"

"Pewter wax is more expensive and cannot be used." The village owner who knew the market shook his head.

"Yes. White wax is more expensive, and people who are not rich can't afford it. I once heard a story about two people who were richer than each other. One said that the water used for shabu shabu-shabu at home was sugar water, but the other said that his family only used white wax. Used as firewood."

Rinse the pot with sugar water and use white wax as firewood?

That's really rich! Tsk tsk tsk, prodigal son. The village leaders shook their heads and sighed.

Su Qingyu shook the branch in her hand: "Do you want to know how white wax is made?"

"Then who knows. It's a secret. And can anyone tell us? Who wouldn't cover up something so expensive?"

The leader of Zhongzhai had been with Su Qing for the longest time and knew that she would not do anything aimless. He stared at the white branch in her hand and opened his mouth.

"Is this what pewter is made of?"

ah?

This, insect secretions, feces? Making white wax? So expensive white wax?

The crowd was excited and gathered around again.

The leader of Shuzheng Village didn't even hold the basket, he just put it on the ground and squeezed over.

"There's no rush now..."

Urgent, urgent, white wax, how much is it worth?

"This matter is really not urgent right now. I brought it up to you first. I know that during this period, every village has to build defense fortifications and go into the mountains to cut down trees. Let me tell you, this kind of ash tree must not be cut down. Already..."

No, that must not be possible! That's gold. Can it be chopped? I will chop whoever I chop!

"Today I want to remind everyone that this tree cannot be cut down, and secondly..."

Su Qingyu paused.

He just said: "There is no hurry about this matter now. We will discuss it again in the spring. Every village needs to cut down trees to make village gates, but this kind of tree must not be cut down."

"Okay. I won't cut it anymore."

Although everyone was anxious to know how to turn these white secretions into white wax, the president stopped talking and it was hard for them to continue asking. The president must have something in mind.

Then everyone will wait and see.

Go back and tell everyone that this kind of tree cannot be cut down.

A village chief who was doing defense work was anxious and wanted to go back to the village to see what if someone cut down the tree without a clear mind.

After talking about the products for a whole day, the matter was finally finished.

Su Qingmei looked around and had a rough idea of ​​what the twenty-eight village chiefs brought. She also had a plan for the planning of the villages in the spring.

Dinner was eaten in the meeting room.

One of the dishes was the bamboo shoots that the village chief Zhong ordered people to dig.

Su Qingmei taught Lu several ways to cook it. Lu's cooking skills were not bad. With the dried pheasant meat and boar meat, they were stir-fried, stir-fried, and stewed, and then put in the soup... The taste was so delicious.

Everyone was so happy to eat. They picked up their chopsticks so quickly that only the afterimages were left.

I didn't expect that the bamboo shoots were so delicious.

So many years were wasted in vain. What a waste. The village chiefs all planned to go back to the mountains to dig nuts. It would be good to add a dish to the table in winter.

After dinner, Lu and Ruyi brought all kinds of roasted nuts for everyone to eat.

Everyone ate with relish. Finally, they knew what kind of treasures the things they regarded as soil and fertilizer were.

In fact, Su Qingmei said that there are no unpalatable nuts in the world, they just tasted wrong. Look, aren't the village chiefs eating happily?

The meeting was not over yet, and the village chiefs stayed in Baijia Village at night.