Everyone was heartbroken. What if it got torn? The clan leader couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Goose King, let us do the digging. You are the one who does the big things. Just supervise us."
Don't talk nonsense like that.
Daidai felt that what the old man said was right. It was the goose king and didn't need to do such rough work.
So he raised his head and called out to the patriarch a few times, as if he agreed with his words, then took a few steps back and returned to Shi Qingluo.
He looked like he was seeking credit again.
"The goose is really amazing. It actually found so many potatoes." Shi Qingluo immediately took out a handful of goose food from his purse and fed it to it.
The villagers and the spies mixed in the crowd had heard before how smart Daidai was and that he could completely understand human language.
But some people are still skeptical that it can basically understand human language.
Now seeing its response to the patriarch, everyone can see that it really understands.
This made everyone surprised and amazed again.
The people in the county government puffed out their chests with pride. The Goose King belonged to their wives, and they were proud of it.
Shi Qingluo took the hoe from a yamen runner, walked forward and dug out a nest of potatoes.
“One plant can really grow a lot.”
Then Shi Qingluo demonstrated again, "Everyone help dig the potatoes together, just like I did."
The people who came with the county government were all eager to try and couldn't wait to start digging.
The tribe leader and others twitched their lips when they saw this. What were these people thinking? If they were allowed to dig, what if they damaged the place? So the tribe leader immediately led the villagers forward and said, "Leave it to us."
"We are all farmers, and we are good at digging. We must be careful not to damage the potatoes."
"Yes, that's right. Otherwise, it would be a pity if it was damaged."
Hearing them say this, the people in the county government felt like they were poured with a bucket of cold water.
That’s right, they don’t usually dig the ground, it would be bad if they damaged it.
So they could only reluctantly hand over this important task to the clan leader and villagers.
The patriarch had asked someone to carry a hoe up before, and it was used now.
He took the lead and started digging potatoes according to Shi Qingluo's instructions.
Shi Qingluo was also helping, "Just put the potatoes you dug up directly into the carrying pole. When you've dug them all up, take them down and weigh them to see how many pounds they are."
Seeing her simply taking the potatoes individually and putting them into the shoulder pole, the villagers also learned to do the same.
Someone pointed to the potato vines thrown aside and asked, "Madam, can these be eaten?"
Shi Qingluo smiled and said, "You can take this back to feed the pigs."
When the villagers heard this, they were so happy that they tied up the potato vines and prepared to take them back to feed the village pigs.
This field of potatoes covers nearly an acre.
The yield of potatoes per acre is generally 3,000 to 5,000 kilograms. With high-quality potato varieties and careful management, the yield can be as high as 8,000 kilograms per acre.
The potatoes in Shi Qingluo's space are all high-quality varieties that are constantly being improved with higher yields and better taste.
However, she did not take any special care when planting. She only watered it with spiritual water when it was planted and when it was delivered and planted here that day. So after digging it all up, she estimated that there might be about four to five thousand kilograms here.
She did this on purpose. After all, the people would not have spiritual water to grow crops later. It would be bad if the yield per mu was too high now. It would be fine if the yield was close to the actual yield.
With so many people digging nearly an acre of land, it didn't take too long, even though they were extremely careful.
When everything was dug out, everyone present was dumbfounded.
“How can there be so many potatoes on such a small piece of land?”
"Oh my god, it looks like there are thousands of pounds of this."
The burden they brought was not enough, and it seemed that it was far from enough.
The villagers exclaimed one after another, "This is too high a yield, over a thousand kilograms per acre, this is unheard of."
Xi Rui was also excited, but not as excited as the other villagers, especially since he had seen the corn harvest with his own eyes.
"You are wrong. Corn can produce thousands of kilograms per acre."
"But it looks like these potatoes are more productive than corn!"
He turned to look at Shi Qingluo and asked uncertainly: "Right, Qingluo?"
She added: "Let's transport the potatoes down the mountain first and weigh them to get an approximate yield per mu."
She and Xiao Hanzheng had come to this mountain area several times before and found that it was not only very remote, but also had no wild vegetables, no pheasants or rabbits, and basically no villagers coming here. That's why they decided to plant potatoes in this area.
Otherwise, the villagers would definitely find it strange. Why are there so many potatoes growing here when it was a barren mountain not long ago?
Of course, Shi Qingluo had also thought it through. If he was really discovered, he would just blame it all on the old immortal master.
With the old immortal master around, any magical thing can be accomplished.
Fortunately, she observed and found that the villagers did not notice that the potatoes had only appeared in recent days.
Then a group of people carried the potatoes down the mountain first, and half of the yamen runners followed them down, mainly because they were afraid that someone would steal and hide the potatoes.
Soon more empty loads came up to carry.
On the last trip, Shi Qingluo and others followed everyone down the mountain.
The village chief’s house had a scale, and in the end all the potatoes that were dug out were weighed, and the total weight was 4,356 kilograms.
This number completely stunned everyone present.
The clan leader asked in disbelief: "Actually, the yield is so high?"
Shi Qingluo smiled and nodded, "It should be about the same."
"My master told me in a dream that if we plant these potatoes and take good care of them, the yield per mu will be about 3,000 to 5,000 kilograms."
"Although the potatoes were found on a barren mountain, they are considered a high-yield food gifted by God to our Daliang, so it is normal to have more than 4,000 kilograms."
After hearing what she said, others also agreed.
"Yes, this is the high-yield grain gifted to us by God."
The clan leader couldn't help himself and took the lead in kneeling down and kowtowed towards the mountain, "Thank you, old immortal!"
The villagers all knelt down, and even the yamen runners who followed them couldn't help but kneel down and express their gratitude.
Shi Qingluo, who didn't have time to stop him, said: "..."Master, it seems that you have to bear this big pot.
Wait until everyone's excitement gradually calms down.
Shi Qingluo said to Xiao Hanzheng: "Everyone has worked hard today, why don't we take out some potatoes and cook them for everyone to taste."
She wanted everyone to experience it for themselves and found out that the potatoes are indeed edible and taste good.
When everyone heard this, they felt warmed in their hearts. The lady is so kind.
However, because there are hundreds of people here, these potatoes have to be saved for seeds, so not every person can get one.
Instead, three people share one potato, mainly to let them taste it.
Everyone held the potatoes and ate them carefully, as if they were some delicious delicacy.
"Delicious, these potatoes are so delicious."
"Yes, I would be satisfied if I could eat potatoes every day."
“I didn’t expect this high-yield grain to taste so good.”
For the villagers who usually eat coarse food, even boiled potatoes taste delicious to them.
The patriarch ate the potatoes in his hand in small bites, and suddenly thought of a question.
He asked curiously, "Madam, do you know how to grow potatoes?"
Shi Qingluo nodded and pointed at the potatoes on the ground. "This can be eaten or used as seeds."
"Leave it for a while, and when the potatoes have grown teeth, you can cut them into pieces and plant them as seeds."
The tribe leader and others widened their eyes, and a look of distress appeared on their faces. "We actually wasted so many seeds."
The yamen runners who were originally enjoying a piece of potato suddenly felt they couldn't eat it anymore.
Shi Qingluo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It's food to begin with. Since we've just discovered it, everyone should try it. It's fine to share in the good fortune."
"But you can't eat the rest. You have to save all of it for seed."
After hearing her say this, everyone felt less guilty and nodded: "Yes, yes, we can't eat any more, save all of them for seed!"
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