It is no exaggeration to say that the pigs in the base eat better than people outside.
What to eat outside now?
If you were more extravagant, you would eat mixed flour. If you were more extravagant, you would eat two-grain flour. Even bran was grain, and later on, bran became pig food.
What if there is not enough other food?
Make do, find all kinds of ways to make do, wild vegetables, tree leaves, tree bark, anything edible counts.
Pumpkin can be used as a vegetable and as food, and it is many times better than what ordinary people eat now.
Old man Yang was so distressed that he trembled all over: "You prodigal son, you prodigal son, even if you feed these to a pig, I can't eat as well as it does."
Zeng Wangcai stood behind Old Man Yang with an embarrassed look on his face. He had had a meal with Old Man Yang yesterday and could prove that what Old Man Yang said was true. Old Man Yang was very strict with himself. Every meal was rationed, a steamed bun made of mixed flour, a bowl of watery porridge, and he ate whatever the soldiers ate.
"Commander, it's an accident. This doesn't happen often." Zeng Wangcai explained, "The soldiers are too busy harvesting crops now. They don't have time to cut grass for pigs..."
No one is talking to you, so why don't you speak up?
The military district doesn't have much food, but they still arrest a lot of people, don't they?
Old man Yang was furious, but he suppressed his emotion and forced a smile: "It's okay, just eat it. Now we have someone to pick grass for the pigs, so we don't need to feed them."
"Yes, yes, yes, Chief, do you think we should take a break and have breakfast, or go for a walk in the fields?"
"No, there are too many people and you can't sit down. Let's go check first." Old Man Yang calmed down, "Ask the kitchen staff to come over and make arrangements. I'll go check the warehouse first. Remember, don't use pumpkin to cook anymore."
"Understood, let's eat sweet potatoes." Zeng Wangcai quickly agreed, and waited for the troops to come in and arranged for the people to connect with the kitchen team.
How could a base with more than 30 people possibly accommodate a whole regiment? So the soldiers were resting outside at the edge of the woods.
After Zeng Wangcai finished the arrangements, he immediately ran to Old Man Yang who was looking after pumpkins in the newly built Warehouse No. 3.
There are probably more than 40,000 kilograms of pumpkins in Warehouse No. 3, as well as a small pile of sweet potatoes that still smell of soil.
Compared with sweet potatoes and pumpkins, the problem is much smaller, as you can't tell the difference in the seeds from the appearance.
At this time, Old Man Yang was holding a half-peeled sweet potato in his hand and chewing it, making a crunching sound.
"Chief, sweet potatoes are only delicious after frost." Zeng Wangcai was not worried about the sweet potatoes and went over to remind him.
"I understand this principle." Old man Yang swallowed the sweet potato in his mouth, stared at the half-ripened one in his hand and said, "There are no outsiders here now, so tell me, what's wrong with the pumpkin seeds? The sweet potato is not right either. It's sweet, sweeter than ordinary sweet potatoes. Even if there is no frost, it still tastes sweet."
"Uh..." Zeng Wangcai gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, "Commander, to be honest, there is nothing wrong with the seeds...it's the fertilizer that has a problem!"
"Are you having lung problems?"
"It's not lungs!" Why does this sound like... "It's fertilizer. I mixed something into the fertilizer powder..."
Zeng Wangcai thought of this explanation in the car. Compared with seeds, fertilizer is much easier to explain.
The concepts of nitrogen fertilizer and compound fertilizer are easy to explain.
Zeng Wangcai talked about the fertilizer knowledge he got from Baidu Space. Anyway, the fertilizer has already been applied.
Old Man Yang was skeptical, but he didn't ask any more questions. He decided to go and see it himself.
He asked Chen Hong to bring a platoon of soldiers over, personally took a shovel, and asked Zeng Wangcai to lead the way to the field.
The group set out, passed Shuichazi Warehouse No. 2, and first arrived at the pumpkin field.
When Old Man Yang saw the vines in the pumpkin field, his eyes lit up. He found that the pumpkin vines were different from those he had seen before.
"Hey, kid, keep hiding!" Old man Yang smiled and went down to the field himself, picking a big pumpkin weighing more than ten or twenty kilograms.
He had already determined that the pumpkin seeds were problematic and was now going to verify the sweet potatoes.
"Zeng Wangcai, where is the sweet potato field?" Old Man Yang put down the pumpkin and said, "There are not many sweet potato warehouses. Maybe you haven't had time to harvest them yet?"
"In front, after the pumpkin field is the sweet potato field." Zeng Wangcai pointed to the distance, "They are slowly harvesting now, but it's hot, Chief, let's go to the lake to rest..."
"Why are you taking a break? It's the best time to work in the morning!" Old Man Yang glared, "I think you have something to hide. Let's go over and dig out a few acres of sweet potatoes first."
His main intention was to check out the sweet potato vines and their condition in the field. Finally, he wanted to dig a few acres of land to see the yield of sweet potatoes per acre.
Zeng Wangcai guessed what Old Man Yang was thinking and thought to himself, "If you can see the problem with sweet potatoes, I will eat sweet potato leaves for a year."
He led the way, and after walking for a while, they passed the pumpkin field and came to the edge of the endless sweet potato field.
At this time, most of the sweet potato vines began to wither and were extremely old, otherwise the soldiers would not have used pumpkins to feed the pigs.
But looking at these vines, you can't tell what's different about these sweet potatoes.
Old man Yang stopped talking nonsense, wiped his sweat, and led the soldiers to the fields to dig sweet potatoes.
Zeng Wangcai had no choice but to go to the fields. Lao Yang had already gone down, so what were you waiting for?
Sweet potatoes are not difficult to dig. If you are lucky, you can dig a large piece. Zeng Wangcai had the experience of stealing sweet potatoes when he was a child. After digging a few sweet potatoes, he knew there was no problem.
The sweet potatoes dug out were neither big nor small, similar to the sweet potatoes in my memory, and did not have the characteristics of sandy sweet potatoes.
So, dig with confidence.
About half an hour later, Chen Hong came with the soldiers, and the people from the kitchen team also brought breakfast - boiled sweet potatoes.
Zeng Wangcai and his friends who had not eaten yet came up and ate first before continuing.
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