Xiaomi's teeth were stained with red sweet potato flesh, and she shook her head while holding up her little spoon.
The little guy walks very steadily, but he hesitates to speak. When he is happy, his eyes will narrow into slits.
"Huh?" Mother Su was wondering. Could it be that she really has the genes of rural people, so she is used to eating these miscellaneous grains?
Her grandson is not really a sweet-eating kid. Like his father, he is a guy who only likes to eat meat.
"Ah!" Su Zhe saw that the sweet potato in the bowl was gone and pointed at the plate on the adults' table. The baby wanted more, but it wasn't enough!
You Ci happily teased her son, "Baby, what do you want to say? Mom can't understand."
"precious"
"What's wrong with the baby? Is the baby full? When you're full, ask grandma to carry you off the table. Wait until mom finishes eating and then play with you!"
The little guy's face turned red from suppressing it. He pointed in the direction of the sweet potato and almost burst into tears. Why is his mother so stupid today?
"Baochi!"
Everyone at the dinner table was stunned. It was the first time they heard the little guy speak so clearly. Even though it was just two words, it was enough to surprise the family.
"Quick, feed him, feed him!"
Needless to say, the little guy couldn't get enough of eating two pieces of red sweet potato. It was only belatedly that the Su family discovered its sweetness.
The souvenirs that I didn’t like or care about at first, now I think fifty pounds is too little.
Especially after unlocking the method of baking it in the oven, I can't stop.
As soon as the red potatoes are roasted, the neighbors will be so fragrant that they knock on the door. The neighbors on the same floor even start walking around because of her red potatoes.
You Ci called the old lady and told her son's love for the red potato from his hometown.
Let her mail a hundred pounds to her. Of course, this is a later matter.
At the same time, Ke Qingguo had just returned home from a business trip with Deputy County Magistrate Lu Zhiping.
You Fengying used the microwave oven to bite him two sweet potatoes as if she were offering him a treasure.
"Smell it and tell me whether it smells good or not?"
"No matter how fragrant it is, doesn't it still smell like sweet potato?" The straight man almost had his ears pinched by his wife.
In fact, the taste of sweet potato cooked in a microwave oven is still worse than that of roasted sweet potato. This is the condition since we don’t have an oven at home.
Ke Qingguo wolfed down two of them and was filled with emotion when he found out that they were the good ones that his niece had produced for his eldest brother-in-law.
Of course, it is customary to report good things to the leader.
"Let's go, why are you still working? Let's go to your brother-in-law's barbecue stall to taste it."
County Magistrate Lu is actually an impatient person. If it comes to ordinary vegetables and fruits, he will choose the fat and thin ones to grow in the land, but he reluctantly refuses to do so.
But the red potato is different. Just say where the mud is, it won't grow big?
As soon as Ke Qingguo turned the steering wheel, his brother-in-law's path as a mobile vendor in the county town was limited to a few places.
As soon as he drove the leader's car over, he saw a circle of people in the distance, surrounding his eldest brother-in-law on three levels inside and three outside.
"Boss, how long do we have to wait for this furnace of red sweet potato?"
"I want to buy five kilograms, is there my share?"
"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze. I've already paid you. The nine yuan I just gave you, boss, gives me three kilograms of red sweet potatoes for this furnace!"
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There are about two fresh red potatoes per pound, and they shrink by 20-30% after baking.
It costs three yuan per pound, and the average roasted red potato costs about one yuan.
County Magistrate Lu's heart was boiled.
After waiting in the car for about half an hour and witnessing the most popular roasted red potato vendor in Jiang County, Ke Qingguo went through the back door and grabbed one for him.
The first roasted red potato in autumn gave County Magistrate Lu a sweet and happy taste.
No wonder there are so many people squeezing to buy it. Those who don’t like this bite must be because the red potatoes they have eaten are not sweet enough!
"Come on, let's go visit your little niece today!"
He really couldn't wait any longer. He had just returned from an inspection trip to Xing City, ZJ Province, and was deeply shocked.
A company that sells rice dumplings can become a well-known trademark in China.
It's also a rural area, although they went in the wrong season and didn't catch up with the strawberries that were said to be transported to the sea market by plane from the picking place on the same day and sold for more than 20 yuan a pound.
Look at other people’s planting areas and listen to the shed planting techniques described by local people. The beautiful villas built by the villagers and the cars in the garage.
Who wouldn’t envy the fellow members of the inspection team?
He has been thinking about how to develop Jiang County's agriculture, especially its specialty agriculture.
When drowsiness comes, don’t you encounter the pillow now?
Ke Qingguo didn't shirk it. County Magistrate Lu had been serving in Jiang County for a year. He was a fairly honest man and wanted to do something good. He wouldn't cheat his niece if he helped him.
You Yu's family is busy building a seedling shed. According to the standards for seedlings, a seedling shed with one acre of land can grow up to 80,000 to 90,000 seedlings.
It was really crowded last year.
He simply converted the four acres of sandy land and five acres of rice fields at home into nursery sheds.
There are many people coming in and out of the house to help with the work.
The villagers' eyes were full of curiosity about the strange guests brought by the You family's sister-in-law.
Seeing that his temperament didn't look like that of an ordinary person, he seemed to understand the situation and hurriedly came out and went to the ground.
"Dad, Mom! Xiaoyu, this is County Magistrate Lu who is in charge of agriculture in our county. He came to our house specifically to visit Xiaoyu today."
"Deputy County Magistrate, deputy!" Lu Zhiping said cheerfully and even joked, looking like a genial neighbor uncle.
You Yu was first surprised and then suddenly realized, and shook hands with the county leader: "Welcome County Magistrate Lu to our humble home. Our family is very prosperous today. I will have to let my grandpa keep the tea cup you used later."
"Hehehe, the little girl is still humorous, so good!"
After a few jokes, Grandpa You was no longer nervous. This was the first time for such a big official to come to his family, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
"Old man, what are you busy with?"
"Hey, leader, our family is setting up a greenhouse to grow ink seedlings. This year we are growing seedlings more than two months earlier than last year. We want to have a morning market in December."
"Oh? Isn't it said that this species grows better when the weather is colder?"
"Ordinary red rapeseed sprouts become sweeter the colder the weather, and even after frosting. Our ink sprouts have a very high sugar content, but they are not seasonal. They are on the market early, so vegetable farmers can cash in earlier." You Yu was standing aside. Making additional explanations.
On this topic, County Magistrate Lu clearly understood You Yu's family's arrangements for planting 300 acres of mossong this year.
"The seeds I saved last year? Is the quality the same as the seeds I bought from an agricultural seed company?" It's okay to make a small fuss, but a mistake on 300 acres will affect a lot of vegetable farmers.
“Please rest assured, leaders, that cruciferous vegetables like moss can be selected and reserved.
Otherwise, the Hongshan cabbage sprouts in Wuhan would not be able to maintain the planting pattern and taste of more than 1,800 years!
Moreover, the seedlings of our moss seed have been different from ordinary red rapeseed moss since they were young. When they are transplanted, the appearance is clear at a glance. "
"I see. Based on your family's planting experience last year, what are the soil and environmental requirements of mossong?"
(End of chapter)
