Chapter 115 Cutting Sweet Potato Leaves
"Sweet potatoes are almost ripe now. The sweet potato leaves are useless so you can pick them and eat them. Sweet potato leaves are much more delicious than wild vegetables."
Seeing the village chief's confused expression, Ye Siran patiently said, "But it's hard to pick sweet potato leaves. If you're not careful, you'll trample the sweet potatoes in the field."
"Oh, if it's so troublesome, why don't you just not pick sweet potato leaves?" Village Chief Qu asked tentatively.
He would rather go hungry for a few meals than waste the sweet potatoes that were almost ripe, but he still didn't want to offend Ye Siran.
"It would be a waste if we don't pick them, so I asked the village chief to find some skilled people to pick the sweet potato leaves."
"Okay, okay, Ye Zhiqing, I dug a little bit today and saw that the sweet potatoes in the field have grown a little bit.
It was as big as an egg a few days ago, but today it is as big as the mouth of a cup. It is really red all over, and it is flat and long.
In another month, it will probably grow to the size of the sweet potato seeds given by Ye Zhiqing. "The village chief walked beside Ye Siran and said in a nagging manner.
"Village chief, you'd better not dig them up again. Not only will it easily damage the sweet potatoes, it will also affect their growth." Ye Siran said casually.
It is true that the potatoes will be damaged by digging, but it will not affect their growth. Ye Siran was afraid that the village chief would go to dig them often and lazy people would see them and steal the food.
"Okay, okay, I won't look at it again." The village chief promised sincerely. In fact, they had grown sweet potatoes here before.
They used the best land to grow sweet potatoes, but the yield per mu was at most 800 kilograms, which was not as good as growing sorghum.
Ye Zhiqing said that the sweet potato seeds she bought were of good quality, with a yield of up to 2,000 kilograms per acre, and no fertilizer was needed for the soil.
Any wasteland can be used for planting, if his nephew Qu Chenggang in the army had not persuaded him.
He didn't dare to try it. Now that their village had obtained so much food for free, they finally wouldn't have to starve this winter!
Next year, Gaotang Village may be able to shake off the label of being the last and most backward village in the entire commune!
All this was thanks to Ye Zhiqing. Village Chief Qu warmly invited, "Ye Zhiqing, come to my house for dinner tonight!"
"Thank you, village chief. Wang Zhiqing should have prepared my meal. It would be a waste if I don't go back and eat it."
Ye Siran declined tactfully. In fact, she felt that the food at the village chief's house was not as good as theirs.
At least they have rice to eat every day. Looking across the entire Gaotang Village, no family can eat rice every day.
"Well, Ye Zhiqing, take care. When the sweet potatoes in our village are ripe, we'll share more..."
Ye Siran interrupted the village chief: "Village chief, we agreed at the time that if the sweet potato yield reaches 3,000 kilograms, I will get the sweet potato seeds back. If the yield is not reached, I will not take the seeds."
"According to this growth momentum, it will be no problem to produce 3,000 kilograms per mu. If the yield per mu reaches 2,000 kilograms, we will also return the sweet potato seeds to Ye Zhiqing."
"Thank you, Village Chief. I'll go back to eat." Ye Siran said as he got on his bike and left.
She was not a sentimental person and did not want to continue talking to the overly polite village chief.
At dawn the next day, the village chief and a few skillful village women were waiting for Ye Siran in the sweet potato field.
Ye Siran woke up at 7:40, but it was still dark. Fortunately, she set the alarm clock.
At this time, the other educated youth had already gone to work in the fields. She quickly got up, washed up, and put the breakfast made by Wang Fang and Wen Lin into the space.
Ye Siran sighed as he walked: Fortunately, the sun rises later in the Northwest than in other places.
Otherwise she really couldn't get up, and the sunset here is about 8:30 in the evening, which is very suitable for a day without a mobile phone.
She hurriedly pushed her bicycle to the agreed sweet potato field, and she arrived at exactly eight o'clock.
From a distance, she saw the village chief and several village women of different ages waiting for her.
"Good morning, Ye Zhiqing." The village chief greeted him warmly, and the other village women followed suit, "Good morning, Ye Zhiqing."
"Good morning everyone, you are all here. I am not late, am I?" Ye Siran said with a smile.
"We are not late, we just came too early!" said Village Chief Qu embarrassedly.
When the others saw that the village chief was very respectful when speaking to Ye Zhiqing, they just smiled and didn't dare to speak easily.
"My time is limited. I have to go to work on the farm later, so please pay attention. I will only teach you once."
As Ye Siran spoke, he took the sickle with his right hand and grabbed the sweet potato leaves with his left hand. With a click, a handful of sweet potato leaves was in his left hand.
"Aunties, have you seen clearly? Just cut the sweet potato leaves around the sweet potato field. Don't touch the fields in the middle."
An auntie took the sweet potato leaves from Ye Siran's hand and put them into the big basket with a smile, "I think I see it clearly."
"Ye Zhiqing, do you think I am doing this right?" a young wife asked cautiously.
"Oh, that's not right." Ye Zhiqing clenched the sickle handle and turned the sickle in his young wife's hand.
"You need to loosen your hands a little, don't clench them so tightly, press down with your wrists like I did." Ye Siran taught patiently.
The young wife held the sickle, her hands shaking a little, "Ye Zhiqing, is this right?"
She looked up at Ye Siran, and after gesturing with her left and right hands for a long time, they were still shaking, and she couldn't raise the sickle high.
Ye Siran took a sickle from the aunt and demonstrated it to the young wife again, "Just like this, don't be nervous."
The young wife's hands were shaking even more violently. Ye Siran walked over and grabbed the young wife's left hand. Her hands were very rough.
But the young wife's heart was in turmoil. Ye Zhiqing's hands were so delicate, and she had a faint floral scent on her body.
Where are the flowers in this season?
"Why are you daydreaming? First, use your thumb and four fingers to pull the sweet potato leaves, and then use your hand holding the sickle handle to press down with your wrist."
"Ye Zhiqing, I've learned it. She is timid, so I'll teach her later." The village chief said as he cut a handful of sweet potato leaves.
"Well, you are worthy of being the village chief. You learn quickly. If I cut it the way you do, I won't pull the sweet potato vines."
Ye Siran smiled and praised, then said goodbye to everyone and left.
When the aunties saw Ye Siran leaving, they hurriedly called the village chief to watch their actions. Even the trembling young wife was cutting the flesh properly.
The other aunties also bent down and imitated Ye Siran to cut sweet potato leaves. Although they held the sickles tightly in their hands, they cut very easily.
Everyone looked at each other and laughed. It was actually very simple. They were just too nervous.
Everyone smiled warmly and happily, as if they had infinite power.
Ye Siran found her grandparents and gave them the chicken soup that she had stewed in the space last night.
"Grandpa and grandma are having chicken soup. These are for the three masters and Grandpa Zhan. I'm going to the county town later.
See if Zhan Yunzhou has time to cook at noon. This is today’s rice. If he doesn’t have time, grandma, you can eat bread. ”
"Ranran, just go and do what you want. Grandma will tell Yunzhou." Grandma Ye said with a smile.
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