He planned to ask Tian Laoba to take people to dig it up, so that they could not only eat it but also plant it.

He has currently obtained almost all the land in Siwa Village, and all of this land will be planted next year.

Paddy fields have a wide range of uses, but dry land does not have suitable crops to grow.

Sweet potatoes are undoubtedly the best choice due to their drought resistance and high yield.

In the afternoon, Tian Laoba and his companions brought back all the sweet potatoes, filling three carts in total.

It piled up into a small hill.

Sweet potatoes are afraid of freezing, so they cannot be stored outside. Tian Lao Ba had no choice but to put them all in the new house.

"Qing'er, let Qing'er dry the earthen kang by herself. Go and steam some sweet potatoes for me and make some sweet potato porridge."

After making the arrangements, Liu Feng set off for the racecourse.

As winter approaches, the wintering of horses has become an urgent problem that needs to be solved.

Liu Feng was very satisfied looking at the rows of stables and the war horses whose coats were becoming increasingly brighter.

Although the horses still look very thin now, he believes they will fully recover after spring.

His mount, Wuzhui, was wandering between two mares.

Liu Feng smiled and said, "How are they? Do these two suit your taste?"

Of course, this is also an attempt by Liu Feng. After all, the advantages and disadvantages of the two types of horses are very obvious.

If the endurance and speed of the Northern Barbarian warhorses were combined with the height of the native horses of Dali, would a more perfect warhorse be created?

Apart from anything else, having such a warhorse is like sitting at home and counting money.

Seeing Wu Zhui's indifferent look, Liu Feng smiled and patted the horse's butt: "You have to work harder, eight or ten times a day, you must make them both pregnant."