There are rarely such a large field of wild sweet potatoes in the mountains. Most people can't find it on such a slope. There are many weeds covering it outside, so Fubao can see it.
Fu Bao gave an order and all the children squatted down. Meng Sanniang couldn't help but get excited, "Mom!" She had never seen a three-year-old child commanding so many people.
These people were digging very fast. After a while, they dug out a lot of sweet potatoes. Fu Bao smiled and said, "Oh, this head is so big, as big as my face."
There were so many sweet potatoes on the same vine. Huang Wulang found that there were so many sweet potatoes, so how could he have time to pay attention to her?
I don’t know how many kilograms of sweet potatoes can be obtained from this small hillside, which can really feed the Huangjia Village.
Fu Bao saw that no one was paying attention to her, so she wandered nearby. She started looking for mushrooms. The mushrooms in the mountains were so delicious, but unfortunately there was not enough rain and the mushroom production was not much.
However, it is relatively dark and humid in the deep mountains and old forests, so you can still find them if you look for them.
Hazel mushrooms, egg yolk mushrooms, matsutake mushrooms, and even morel mushrooms. This stuff is so fresh, it would be too good to have a pheasant...
"Bang...bang...bang...bang..." Four times in a row, Fu Bao looked back and saw that all those stupid pheasants had fallen into the soil like green onions.
Fu Bao pulled it out a few times, but couldn't pull it out: "Uncle Wu, come and help me!"
Whose pheasants grow in the ground? Huang Wulang was also numb: "What is this?"
Fu Bao looked at him with wide eyes and said, "Uncle Wu, don't you recognize him?"
Huang Wulang rolled his eyes and said, "Can I not recognize pheasants? Why do they grow in the ground?"
His head was buried in the soil, but his wings were still flapping.
Fu Bao chuckled and said, "Then you pull them out and ask? How do I know?"
Huang Wulang also laughed, pulled out the pheasants directly, and threw two into the basket. The two planned to make pheasant soup for noon, and Fubao contributed a lot of wild mushrooms.
Huang Wulang smiled and said, "You really know how to eat."
Soon the pheasant was peeled clean: "Put in oil, add pepper, ginger, wild garlic and stir-fry. Yes, yes, Uncle Wu, you can do it! Now it's ready, pour water, pour water... pour in the authentic Mountain spring water."
Huang Wulang was helpless: "Who is so troublesome to cook chicken?"
"What do you know? Pour some of this wine in too." Fu Bao took out a small wine bottle. Huang Erlang almost stopped laughing: "Where did you get such a small bottle?"
Fu Bao hummed and said: "The mountain man has his own clever plan. Okay, just pour it a little. Hmm...it smells so good..."
After a while, the mountains and plains were filled with fragrance. When the mushrooms went down, the fragrance became stronger.
The children sniffed and did not dare to raise their heads. How could they have a share of the master's food?
Huang Wulang filled a large bowl for Fu Bao, gave her two chicken drumsticks and said, "Hey, prepare the bowls and take a rest."
The children all raised their eyes, and Huang Wulang began to distribute chickens to them: "Although we can't share too much, let's try something new! These mushrooms are quite fresh."
A pot of chicken soup was shared by more than fifty people. Everyone couldn't eat much, but the children were crying faintly while eating the chicken soup.
Fu Bao ate mushrooms and drank chicken soup and said, "Why are you crying? This chicken soup is delicious!"
"I just miss my parents. I also drank chicken soup when they were here."
"In all my life, I have never had such delicious chicken soup." The children sobbed.
Fu Bao narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Why are you crying? It's okay, the days will always get better and better."
Meng Sanniang took a big gulp of the chicken soup, and her tears flowed into the soup. Yes, it will get better.
She looked extremely relaxed. Now that she had something to eat, she could survive. It felt really good to survive.
Moreover, her and Bai Tu's household registrations were transferred to Huangjia Village, and she will be a member of Huangjia Village from now on.
A group of people kept digging sweet potatoes, and the sky was getting darker and darker. Fu Bao said: "Okay, everyone has worked hard, let's go back!"
Everyone’s baskets were full of sweet potatoes, and everyone had smiles on their faces.
More than fifty baskets of sweet potatoes were carried into the Huang family's yard. It was getting late. Mrs. Huang looked at the piles of sweet potatoes and swallowed: "Bao, where did these sweet potatoes come from? Oh..."
Fu Bao smiled and said, "Nai, I also brought chicken legs and two pheasants. These sweet potatoes are wild."
Mrs. Huang said: "There are actually wild sweet potatoes. What are you going to do with us sweet potatoes?"
Fu Bao thought for a moment and said, "Give half to the village, half to grow seeds, and the other half for us to eat."
"Huh? Seed?"
Fu Bao smiled and said, "Can't everyone in our village get a piece of private land?"
Mrs. Huang suddenly realized that sweet potatoes are tolerant to drought and afraid of waterlogging. If they can grow these seeds at home, then they can plant some land, which will be better than anything else.
Moreover, it is a piece of private land, and they have hundreds of pieces of private land!
Mrs. Huang blinked, looked at Fu Bao and said, "It would be terrible if people find out about this."
Fubao said:
“Our private land is placed in an inconspicuous position in the back hill, or it is directly enclosed.
We can also ask the village chief to find someone to watch. We don't violate the rules. It's just the land reserved for each family. "
Mrs. Huang thought for a while and said: "Okay, we must do it. What if we don't do it? What if there is no food next year? Besides, we can also distribute it to the villagers. As long as they are not stupid, they will not tell anyone."
Mrs. Huang had a fiery temper, so she called the village chief over in the evening. The village chief and the village party secretary looked at each other and said, "Let's get our own private land, okay?"
Old Mrs. Huang snorted coldly: "Just wait until the whole village asks you for food, then you'll know if it's easy to get it. I'm free to do whatever you want. Anyway, my family has enough food."
The village chief didn't know that she was speaking angrily:
"Aren't we discussing this? My idea is that we can plant it directly on the mountain in a slightly hidden place.
Otherwise, there would be some big mouths in the village and it would be terrible if they let it out.
Besides, even if it is found out, we will still say it is wild. What do you think? "
Spring is coming soon, so you can sow seeds. Generally, sweet potatoes will mature in five months.
The eyes of several people were full of light, and they looked at Fu Bao with love in their eyes.
I was exhausted today, and it didn't take long for Fu Bao to fall asleep from exhaustion.
On the second day, the village chief took a group of people from the village up the mountain. Huang Wulang and Fubao took them to find a place. There were more than 10 people who went up the mountain, plus the children raised by Fubao.
They were about to open up wasteland now, Fubao pointed and said: "Let's do it right here!"
The location Fubao chose has many trees, a valley below, and mountain spring water. It is perfect for planting things, and it has a certain degree of privacy.
The village chief looked at everyone here and said:
"Everyone knows that growing food is risky, so whoever dares to tell his family what is going on here will be the first to be spared. Do you all remember that?"
