When Chen Xingluo saw the people beside him screaming in surprise, he frowned and pulled her back to the road.
"You have to leave some room for improvement for those farmers in the household department."
If the average potato yield per mu is mostly between 3,000 and 5,000 kilograms, and the high-quality potatoes from the best fields can be as high as 8,000 kilograms with careful management, the Shenjia Village can use the good fields to carefully plant and take care of them, but other people cannot.
Therefore, this current output is sufficient.
"Ma'am, you can prepare your luggage."
"Why?"
Cheng Xi was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Are we going to the capital? Oh no, we are going on a trip!"
"yes."
"Then it really doesn't matter here?"
"You can leave the rest to Uncle Mantun, but I have to worry about making the potatoes, Madam."
"I'll take care of the little things."
The country road was not smooth. It had rained a few days ago and there were several small puddles. The two of them walked home along this road, with a group of villagers behind them full of enthusiasm.
Shen Xingluo said he didn't care about what happened next, but Shen Manyun broke his leg because of his actions.
Early the next morning, he carried a few potatoes into the Fucheng Yamen, and waited until dark before returning home.
On the morning of the third day, a group of people from Fucheng arrived in Shenjia Village.
And for the first time, the ten acres of land were so lively.
"The common people pay their respects to the prefect."
"Li Zheng, please get up, everyone, please get up too."
Magistrate Xie did not wear an official uniform today, but was dressed in simple casual clothes. However, this gentleman had lived well in life since he was a child, and the official dignity and nobility exuded from him shocked the villagers.
Shen Mantun had naturally seen him after running around all day yesterday to meet with the "procedures", but he didn't react that much. He glanced at the fellow villagers behind him who were silent and sighed.
What's going on? What are you doing like this?
I have even seen a second-grade civil servant like Mr. Jiang and a decisive and murderous prince, but now I am still afraid of a sixth-grade prefect? Really useless!
Xie Wenbin thought that this kind of scene was quite normal, and his eyes fell on the field plants instead of everyone else.
"Shen Lizheng, is this the high-yielding grain you are talking about?"
"My lord is wise, that's right."
A group of people were standing on the path next to ten acres of fertile farmland. Shen Manyun was followed by the villagers, and Xie Wenbin was followed by several officials in the same casual clothes.
Directly in front of them was ten acres of high-quality potato fields, and behind them was a field of green soybeans.
Shen Manyun immediately asked someone to pick up a potato seedling on the spot. The officials couldn't help but gathered around and watched carefully, their eyes full of doubts and expectations.
Yes, question.
Anyone who hears about a grain crop with a yield of three to four thousand kilograms per mu can’t help but question it.
But they just couldn't withstand the temptation of political achievements, and their expectations far exceeded the doubts.
"Is this the high-yielding grain? It doesn't look very tall!"
"It's really not high, at most it's the same as wheat."
"But this thing is not planted as densely as wheat. How many things can be underneath?"
Several officials had only seen a few potatoes and heard that they grew from a single seedling. However, after all, they had not seen the harvest scene with their own eyes, so they lacked some feelings based on imagination.
But as a seedling was uprooted, four or five gray soil lumps appeared from below. The largest one was as big as a palm, and the smallest one was as big as an egg.
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"hiss--"
"Are they really all underground? Why are there so many!"
"Highly productive, definitely highly productive!"
Several of the officials were so shocked that they forgot their identities and were so excited that they could not express themselves in words.
Xie Wenbin was silent on the surface, but looking at his slightly trembling hands hanging by his sides, you could tell that he was extremely uneasy inside, and his eyes staring at those lumps were extremely fiery.
After a long while, he cleared his throat and said, "Shen Lizheng, did you say yesterday that these potatoes can be harvested today?"
"My lord, yes."
They were planted in mid-April, and it is now the end of June. Including the half month of seedling cultivation, the potatoes have grown for more than 80 days this season, and there is no point in growing any more.
"Then dig it. I would like to see its yield."
"yes!"
Shen Mantun has been waiting for this day for a long time, and his expectations are no less than those of these officials. "The sun is shining brightly in the fields, so I would like to invite you all to take a rest. In addition, the grassroots people have asked you to make some potato dishes for you to taste."
Magistrate Xie had long wanted to try it, and the others couldn't wait even more after hearing this, and the group walked towards the temporary shed built on the ground.
The villagers holding farm tools next to them were already eager to try, "Li Zheng, let's dig?"
"dig!"
Shen Manyun waved his hand, and everyone happily rushed into the field with their farm tools.
"Be careful and don't hurt the potatoes. If you want to know the yield of potatoes, let's dig out an acre of them first."
"Don't worry, Li Zheng, we know it!"
Everyone started working together, and although they were full of energy, they were careful when they started, for fear of hurting them.
At this time, under the grass shed on the ground, a plate of steaming small potatoes was already placed on the small wooden table, and Aunt Cuihua was taking out the plates one by one from the food box and placing them on the table.
Hot and sour shredded potatoes, roasted beef with potatoes, potato pancakes, shredded potatoes, baked potatoes, Langya potatoes...
The whole table was occupied by all kinds of potatoes. The small ones were turned into boiled potatoes and baked potatoes, and the big ones were split into dishes. The variety was dazzling.
When Xie Wenbin brought people over, he smelled a strong fragrance and suddenly felt his stomach was empty.
"This...is all made of potatoes?"
That black lump of soil can actually make so many delicacies?
Other officials were also shocked when they smelled the fragrance on the tip of their noses. For the Yan Dynasty, the common staple food was wheat and rice. For them, eating these two alone was really boring.
Take the flour ground from wheat as an example. The taste of steamed buns is not very good. You have to add some vegetables or meat fillings to make steamed buns delicious.
However, the table in front of them shocked everyone's jaws.
At first glance, they are all potatoes. Let’s not talk about boiling and roasting. Just take the spicy and sour potato shreds. The chef didn’t even put a carrot and it was so delicious that it was mouth-watering.
A staple food that can be turned into a dish, is it still a staple food?
Unheard of!
"Sir, it is indeed made of potatoes."
Aunt Cuihua's performance was much better than that of the elders in the village. She introduced everyone one by one with a proud tone, from simple boiled potatoes to the most complicated shredded potatoes, no one was left behind.
All the officials picked up the tachyon and tasted it, and they couldn't help but show expressions of surprise every time they took the food.
"So this thing can be used as both a staple food and a side dish? God has really blessed me, Dayan!"
"Yes, yes, I heard that this thing was dug out of Shennong Mountain?"
"As expected of Baoshan!"
