"I understand, you should go back early." Mu Xiu took the ticket and got into the car.

I first took a bus to the county town and took a bus from the county town to the city for two hours. After arriving at the city, Mu Xiu changed to the car to the provincial capital.

Mu Xiu, who had been rushing to travel in the morning, was relieved at this moment. It took him several times to get to the provincial capital, which was really inconvenient.

The car was driving on the national highway, bumpy and undulating, and this road was simply incomparable to the flat highway later.

At around 8 o'clock in the evening, the bus swayed into the station. After Mu Xiu got off, he came to the guesthouse that last time with a familiarity.

It was still the middle-aged couple in their thirties last time, but the store looked much cleaner and brighter. Mu Xiu looked carefully and found that the wall was painted white again.

When the boss saw Mu Xiu, he immediately recognized her. She greeted her with a smile and said enthusiastically, "Little girl, you are here again, are you still staying in a hotel?"

"Boss, you still recognize me." Mu Xiu asked with a smile.

"You can remember such a handsome little girl when you meet her." The boss's wife said as if she had been smeared with honey. In fact, it was because there were very few people who ordered a room. Mu Xiu not only ordered a room, but also stayed for several days, so the boss's wife remembered her deeply.

"Boss, do you still have a single room?" Mu Xiu smiled shyly.

"Some, some, the one you stayed in last time was still empty." The boss's wife became even more enthusiastic.

"Then it's still the same room. I'll put a bowl of egg noodles for me. I'll go back to the room first, put my luggage down before I'll eat it." Mu Xiu said. The owner of the guesthouse has good skills. The egg noodles she ate here last time felt better than what she made herself.

"Give the keys, 202." The proprietress opened the drawer, took out a large row of keys from it, found the keys for room 202, and handed them to Mu Xiu.

"Miss, put your luggage down quickly, otherwise the noodles will not be delicious." The proprietress reminded.

"Yeah, okay." Mu Xiu carried her luggage up the stairs and opened the door of the room. The room was still the same. She put down the woven bag, locked the door and went downstairs.

The boss lady walked out from behind with egg noodles and put them on the table. Mu Xiu drove the car for a day and was very hungry. She ate a bowl of noodles and had no soup left. After eating, she went upstairs to wash, lying on the white bed in satisfaction and fell asleep.

When Mu Xiu opened her eyes, it was already dawn. She took out the milk and bread from the space, hurriedly finished eating, and carried a bamboo basket with some sweet potato vermicelli I bought before, as well as the pickled fish and pickled vegetables she made herself. This time she came to sell these to see if there was a market first.

After Mu Xiu settled the bill, he left the guesthouse and took the bus. He first stopped at the farmers' market.

There were people coming and going at the farmers' market at this time. It was when there were too many people. She chose a seat, laid the tart cloth, put the things on, and started to sell them.

"The sweet potato vermicelli made by our home is smooth and vigorous. I can't forget it after eating it. Don't miss it when you pass by."

"Secretly made salted fish, endless aftertaste."

Soon, Mu Xiu's shouting attracted everyone's attention and people began to surround him.

"What is this? It's like noodles." A young wife in her early twenties, carrying a basket, squatted down and curiously picked up the sweet potato vermicelli.

"This sister, this is sweet potato vermicelli, which is much better than noodles. This is much more troublesome to make than noodles." Mu Xiu explained with a smile.

"Red vermicelli, is this made of sweet potatoes? I have only seen wet sweet potato flour, which is hard, how to eat it?" the young wife asked curiously.

"When I was in the north, I ate a lot of vermicelli. When it comes to eating, the most common way is to soak it in hot water first. This handful can be soaked in a large bowl. After soaking, I stew it with pork belly and cabbage. If I like to eat chili, add some chili. The taste is sirloin, fragrant!" Someone onlookers said.

"After coming to the south, I have never seen anyone sell vermicelli. It's really a rare thing. I want to buy more today." The man continued.

"Uncle, you are so knowledgeable. This is very troublesome to make. If it weren't for my father's favorite food, my family wouldn't have made it."

"This sweet potato vermicelli can also be like noodles. After boiling, add green vegetables, chili sauce, pickles, peanuts, vinegar, etc. You can heat the soup in winter and cool in summer, which is very refreshing." Mu Xiu spared no effort to introduce.

"How much does it cost per pound?" the uncle asked.

"Fifty cents per pound." Because sweet potatoes are mass-produced and cheap, they just take some effort to make them.

Pure sweet potato vermicelli in later generations is not cheap, because many businesses use tapioca flour to pursue profits. Cassava flour is difficult to digest and easy to paste. It is not as soft and powerful as pure sweet potato vermicelli. Mu Xiu also goes to the farmhouses that make vermicelli every year to order, so she has also seen the process of making vermicelli, which is extremely troublesome and hard.

However, there is a machine for making sweet potato vermicelli in Muxiu. This machine was used by Muxiu when he was about to return to the mountains and thought about making sweet potato vermicelli by himself.

Mu Xiu hadn’t thought of processing sweet potato vermicelli to sell before, but when he thought that this vermicelli machine would need to be driven by diesel, and processing more than 5,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes would be wasted!

Mu Xiu also planned to buy a tractor, and the tractor also had to use diesel. She forgot about diesel because it was very easy to buy diesel at that time, so Mu Xiu didn't stock up too much. He wanted to buy it as you like, who knows

This time, Mu Xiu came to the provincial capital to buy a tractor, and the second was to solve the problem of diesel. However, Mu Xiu was not sure how much the sales of sweet potato vermicelli were, so let's try it first.

If the sales volume is good, all the sweet potatoes at home will be used for vermicelli next year. If you don’t have all the conditions this year, just forget it first.

"Is this expensive?" The young wife next to her blurted out in surprise.

"Sister, ten kilograms of sweet potatoes can make one kilo of sweet potato vermicelli, and you have to make sweet potato flour first before you can make vermicelli. After processing step by step, the price is not expensive." Mu Xiu said sincerely.

Because at present, a pound of sweet potatoes is only 2 cents. If ten pounds of sweet potatoes can make one pound of vermicelli, the cost is 2 cents. With all kinds of manual labor, Mu Xiu's price is only enough. If it can't be sold at this price, Mu Xiu feels that he can make sweet potato vermicelli.
Chapter completed!