Sunjia Village is the new village where a large courtyard gathers in the valley next to Zhuqi Zhai Fencing.

The residents in this village are not mainly named Sun, but because Sun Hongliang's surname is Sun, Zhu Qizi simply named this place Sunjia Village.

With the arrival of tens of thousands of refugees, more settlements will definitely be built in the future, such as Lijiatun, Liujiabao, Aijiafang, etc., but now, the refugees under him only have this gathering place outside Zhejiang and Sichuan City.

On that morning, in the courtyard of the chief guard Sun Hongliang, in the main hall.

Dozens of women, children and children were surrounding the pits in four corners, adding firewood. Several slightly younger women were peeling and cutting the washed potatoes on the dining table in the middle of the main hall. However, Sun Hongliang's wife Zhao, holding a salt jar, stood by the stove, staring at the water in the wooden plate on the stove, with a look of hesitation.

The can of salt in her hand was more than one pound, which was very valuable. The prince actually said to make a basin of salt water, make it a little salty, and then put the cut potato strips in it and soak it!

If you want to make this basin of water saltier, it will probably cost more than ten cents.

She felt so distressed that she was really a little incapable of attacking.

You know, when they came out of their home, they didn’t have a penny on them, let alone salt, and they couldn’t even drink a sip of porridge.

She was hesitating, when the door was suddenly opened, Zhu Qizhu walked in with a smile on his face, and said in surprise: "Oh, it's so hot here!"

There are indeed heats here, four piles of fires are growing, and there is a grill covering it. Dozens of people squeeze in the room, how can you not heat them?

When everyone in the room saw him, they hurriedly kowtowed on the ground and said, "Greetings to the prince, payings to the prince."

Seeing this, Zhu Qizhi smiled and raised his hand and said, "Okay, okay, get up, but I hope, how many sweet chips did you bastard yesterday?"

Zhao quickly got up carefully with the salt jar in his arms and replied quickly: "It's like a thousand kilograms. They are all in the next room, packed in bamboo baskets. Prince, do you want to bring it to you?"

Zhu Qizhe quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, I just ask, by the way, why are you holding this salt jar? Has the salt water been adjusted?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao blushed and said, "Prince, I, I, don't dare to let go."

Zhu Qizhu smiled and said, "What are you afraid to put in? You don't want to pay for it. Hurry up and mix the salt water."

Upon hearing this, Zhao could only pick up the small spoon in the salt jar, scooped a spoon of salt, put it in the washbasin, stirred it hard for a while, scooped some water and tasted it. Then, he gritted his teeth and added two spoons of salt to the basin.

At this time, Fan Xinyi had already brought in with two strong men and carried a large barrel of oil.

Zhu Qizhu waved without hesitation: "It's all poured into the pot."

Oh my god, yellow rapeseed oil, how much does it cost to have such a large bucket!

Seeing this, Zhao's eyes almost popped out.

Zhu Qizhu said without hesitation: "Have you adjusted the salt water? Hurry up and make a fire and heat the oil. By the way, where is the strong man?"

Zhao quickly explained: "The baby's father took someone to chop firewood. If the prince is in a hurry to make a fire, just call him someone. Sister-in-law of the Zhang family, hurry up and start the fire in the stove."

In the corner, a woman in the older grade heard this and quickly picked up a burning firewood, rushed to the stove, stuffed the firewood into the stove, and then stuffed it into a handful of thin branches with dead leaves. Soon, the fire in the stove began to burn.

Seeing this, Zhu Qizhe rolled up his sleeves, stepped forward and grabbed a handful of potato strips, threw them into the basin, stirred them a few times, then picked them out with his hands, threw them into the empty basket next to him, and then stared at the oil in the pot and prepared to fry the potato strips.

Seeing this, Zhao felt so distressed. The drops of salt water under the basket were all dripping!

She hesitated for a moment, and carefully picked up the basket and hung it on the basin, allowing all the salt water inside to drip back into the basin.

Zhu Qi didn't care about the rubbish. After the oil was heated, he couldn't wait to say, "Pour it all in."

With a rush, oil splashed everywhere, and the whole room was soon filled with an attractive fragrance.

Well, it's not bad, it's all pure natural ingredients, and it tastes good when fried.

After the potato strips were almost fried, Zhu Qizhu ordered again: "Cover the fire first and take out all the fried potato strips."

This made Zhao feel very distressed again.

She gritted her teeth, picked up the brand new bamboo colander beside the pot, put it into the pot, took it around, and quickly picked up all the potato strips.

However, she didn't dare to remove the bamboo colander from the pot because the oil dripping from the bamboo colander was all over the pot.

Zhu Qi didn't care about him until the oil in the colander leaked almost and the potato bars didn't seem to be very hot. He reached out to grab a potato bar and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Well, the taste is very good, it tastes similar to the Dicos.

He reached out to grab another one, gently stuffed it into Fan Xinyi's mouth, and then asked, "Xiaoyi, how do you think this potato strip tastes?"

Fan Xinyi chewed it for a few times, then she looked surprised and said, "Oh, it's so delicious."

Zhu Qizhuo was so proud that he grabbed another handful and waved to the people in the room, "Come on, everyone taste it, see how it tastes."

The princess said it was delicious, but it could be fake. Everyone in the room rushed over quickly, carefully picked up a potato bar from the little prince's hand and stuffed it into his mouth quickly.

How do you say this smell?

If you are used to eating Western food, you will naturally not realize how delicious it is. However, for people of this era, it is indeed a rare delicacy.

Everyone was eating brilliantly and praised endlessly.

Well, it's all said that it's delicious, it's not wasteful of my thoughts.

After waiting for a while, the door finally opened again, but it was not Sun Hongliang who came in, but Sun Jiwen.

He was holding a handful of light yellow paper in his hand.

This kind of paper is the cheapest paper at this time, yellow straw paper, one penny or ten pieces, not bleached or finely processed, and is used to wrap things.

If these potato strips are fried, they will become soft and will not taste very delicious.

Zhu Qizhao took a piece of yellow straw paper and tossed for a while, and finally wrapped it in a sealed paper bag shape similar to an envelope.

He handed it to Zhao and ordered: "From the future, the potato strips will be fried and wrapped like this, each pack of one pound. Do you understand?"

Zhao took the paper bag, carefully opened it, and thought about it for a while.

Then nodded and said, "I understand, prince."

At this time, someone pushed open the door and came in again.

However, it was not Sun Hongliang who came, but Li Wanxiong and Huang Zhongxia. Behind them, there were a few strong men holding several simple quilts.

This kind of quilt is to open the ordinary cotton cloth directly, cut it into pieces, fold it in half, sew it in a pocket, stuff some cotton in it, and then seal it directly.

Of course, ordinary people's quilts are not so shoddy. The red quilts are worried that the refugees they attract will lie on the ground too cold, so they ordered people to make some such simple quilts.

Everyone in the room took the quilt, and they were grateful and wept.

Next, Zhuqizhu made Zhao fry a few pots of potato bars. Until Sun Hongliang came back, he explained it carefully, and then he rushed back with Fan Xinyi and others.

The next day, Zhu Qizhu hurried to Sun Hongliang's house. He looked at the amount of oil left in the big pot, asked about the results of yesterday's potato chips, and then hurried back.

At this moment, sweet potato fries have begun to be roasted crazily. More than 100 households can produce more than 100,000 kilograms a day. If potato fries are in place, they will be mass-produced quickly. The output of a day is estimated to be more than 100,000 kilograms.

Next, we should consider how to sell these two things.
Chapter completed!