The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 673 The Color of Rat Shit
At this time, Qiao Xiaomai had finished reading the contents of the letter, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching.

Yang Ye's letter is very short, only three sentences:

It tastes good, but why does it look so ugly?

The queen mother said it was like mouse feces, so she didn't taste it.

Change your appearance quickly!
Guard Xiao Yang stood aside, and when Tong Sanlang finished reading the contents of the letter, he suddenly wanted to laugh.

But he tried his best to hold back, with a serious look on his face, "Miss Qiao, Mr. Tong, please follow the instructions of the prince, and change your appearance if you can."

Joe Mai "..."

At this time, there is no food coloring, how can she improve?

And the sweet potatoes here are all white flesh, there is no such kind of red soil.

White-fleshed sweet potatoes turn taupe after steaming, and the orange or even golden dried sweet potatoes of later generations are impossible to appear here!
"...What if I can't change the color of the dried sweet potato?" Qiao Mai asked slowly.

The guard Xiao Yang hesitated, "Then the prince can only endure the sweet potato fries that look like mouse droppings."

Joe Mai "..."

She also tried to hold back her laughter.

Originally, it was just a bad appearance. After Yang Ye said this, he somehow didn't want to eat it.

But thinking about what Yang Ye still asked to be sent to the capital, she could only be speechless.

I said it was like mouse feces, but I was still able to eat it.

Yang Ye is also a wonderful work.

"It's gone this time, wait three days later." Qiao Mai said to Xiao Yang's guard.

"Success. But if you can change the color, please try to change it as much as possible." Xiao Yang's guard did not forget to remind him.

It's just that Qiao Maimai will definitely disappoint him.

This Qiao Mai is really helpless.

On the way back to the village, Qiao Maimai still thought it was funny when he thought of the three sentences in Yang Ye's letter.

Imagining how Yang Ye was eating the dried sweet potato that was outside the mouse feces, she couldn't help but raised her hand and patted her chest.

Well, she suddenly didn't want to eat.

"How about trying to dye it with fruit juice?" Tong Sanlang asked.

Qiao Mai was thinking about it, but he was thinking about this problem very seriously.

Qiao Mai asked, "What kind of fruit do you use?"

"Is persimmon okay?"

Qiao Xiaomai was silent for a moment, "When I ate persimmons, the persimmon juice stained my hands all over, don't you think that looks like the color of diarrhea..."

Tong Saburo "..."

Picture taupe sweet potato fries soaked in yellow-orange persimmon juice, and it's like...

Stop!

The expression on Tong Sanlang Jun's face froze for a moment. This association was a bit scary, so I couldn't think about it anymore.

"We don't have time to change the color, let Yang Ye eat the sweet potato fries that look like rat shit!" Qiao Mai said.

The dried sweet potatoes made of white-fleshed sweet potatoes are still eaten by many people even if they are left in later generations. Those people don't feel like rat droppings, and they taste delicious and sweet.

Tong Sanlang was silent for a moment, and answered a good word.

Indeed, it is quite busy now.

When drying sweet potatoes, he is always studying hard with a book.

Huai'an County is a small place, so it's not a big deal for him to get a first name, but the test is in Fucheng, and all the talents from the whole prefecture are gathered together, so we can't be careless.

So while Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang were busy in their own way, Yang Ye's letter was forgotten by them.

Three days later, Qiao Xiaomai pulled a hundred catties of sweet potato fries in an ox cart to find Xiao Yang's guard, and asked him to tell Yang Ye that she couldn't change the color of the dried sweet potato, so Yang Ye could try it by himself.

(End of this chapter)