Chapter 257 257. Is this still a staple food?
Seeing the people beside her screaming in surprise, Shen Xingluo frowned and pulled her back to the road.
“There must be some room for improvement for those farmers in the household department.”
If the average potato yield per mu is mostly maintained at 3,000-5,000 kilograms, the high-quality potatoes from the top fields plus Careful management can reach up to 8,000 kilograms. Shenjia Village can use good land to plant and take care of it carefully, but other people cannot.
So this current output is sufficient.
"Madam, you can prepare your luggage."
"Huh?"
Cheng Xi was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Are we going to the capital? Oh no, we are going on a trip!"< br>
“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."
"Leave it to me to take care of the little things."
The country roads are not smooth. , because it had rained a few days ago and there were several small puddles, the two of them walked home along this path, with a group of villagers behind them full of enthusiasm.
Shen Xingluo said that he really 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.
The ten acres of land were so lively for the first time.
"The common people pay homage to the prefect."
"Please get up, everyone."
Prefect Xie did not wear official uniform today, but simply dressed in simple clothes He was dressed in casual clothes, but this man had no worries about food and clothing 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, and now I am still afraid of a sixth-grade prefect? Really useless!
Xie Wenbin felt that this kind of scene was quite normal, and his eyes fell on the field plants instead of everyone.
“Shen Lizheng, are these the high-yielding grains 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 farmland. Shen Mantun was followed by the villagers, and Xie Wenbin was followed by several officials in the same casual clothes.
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 looked at it carefully, their eyes full of doubts and expectations.
Yes, question.
Anyone who hears that the yield of three or four thousand kilograms of grain crops per mu can't help but question it.
But they 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 at all!”
“It’s really not tall, at most it’s the same as wheat.”
“But this Things are not planted as densely as wheat, how many things can there be down there?”
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 lumps of soil appeared from below. The largest ones were as big as a palm, and the smaller ones were as big as eggs.
“Hiss——”
“They are really all underground? Why are there so many!” “High yield, definitely high yield!”
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 time, he cleared his throat, "Shen Lizheng, you said yesterday that these potatoes can be harvested today?"
"Sir, yes."
Four They were planted in the middle of September, 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 want 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 on the ground, please come aside Let’s take a rest. In addition, the grass-roots people have made some potato dishes for you all to taste.”
Prefect Xie has been wanting to try it for a long time, and the others couldn’t wait after hearing this, and the group was very large. He walked towards the temporary shed built on the ground.
The villagers holding farm tools next to them were already eager to try, "Li Zheng, shall we dig?"
"Dig!"
Shen Manyun waved his hand, and everyone happily rushed into the field with their farm tools.
"Be careful, don't hurt the potatoes. If you want to know the potato yield, let's dig out an acre of potatoes first."
"Don't worry, Li Zheng, we know. ! ”
Everyone started working together, but 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 various potatoes, and the small ones became Boiled potatoes and baked potatoes, the large ones are split into dishes, the variety is dazzling.
Xie Wenbin brought people over and 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 aroma on the tip of their noses. For the Yan Dynasty, the common staple foods were wheat and rice, which were too bland for them to eat alone.
Take 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 performed much better than the elders in the village, and introduced everyone one by one with a proud tone. From simple boiled potatoes to the most complicated shredded potatoes, no one is left behind.
Every one of the officials picked up their chopsticks to taste the food, and they couldn't help but show expressions of surprise every time they took a bite.
"So this thing can be used as both a staple food and a dish? God has really blessed me, Dayan!"
"Not bad, I heard that this thing was dug out of Shennong Mountain?"
"It is indeed a treasure mountain!"
(End of this chapter)