What grows in the ground are not only pumpkins, but also pumpkin leaves and pumpkin vines.
Dice the pumpkin stems and stir-fry over high heat for a delicious dish. Sprinkle some flour on the pumpkin leaves, steam them, and dip them in soybean paste for a filling meal.
Regardless of whether it tastes good or not, having a bite of this when you have nothing to eat can at least keep you alive.
Besides, with the current level of productivity in Da Qi, ordinary people can no longer expect to eat dragon liver and phoenix marrow.
It’s good enough to be able to eat something, who dares to expect it to taste delicious?
In a year of real famine, there is no grass growing in the wild. You can pull out the grass roots, eat the tree bark, and even peel off the thatch on the roof and cook it. What's more, what can you do with such a good thing to fill your stomach?
Some time ago, Lu Chen studied some local chronicles. In the years of famine, the people were really miserable.
Eating one's own children is just four words in history books, but in reality, it is a tragedy!
Some local chronicles also recorded people dying from eating Guanyin soil. Lu Chen used to be confused. Why would people still eat that stuff when they knew they were deceiving themselves and would die if they ate too much?
After reading those local chronicles, flipping through some history books, and actually experiencing hunger, Lu Chen realized that the most painful thing in a person's life is to endure hunger.
When people are really hungry, they will try every possible way to fill their stomachs, even if it is just an illusion.
Lu Chen hoped that pumpkins could be widely available, at least providing an additional source of food and vegetables, giving the people another way to make a living.
I don’t know when Da Qi’s ocean-going fleet will be formed, and then we can bring back all the corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes and the like.
"Master Imperial Master? Master Imperial Master?"
Zhang Fuyin's voice brought Lu Chen back to his senses. Looking at Zhang Fuyin who was also very emotional, Lu Chen nodded and said, "Please report what happened here to the higher-ups, Zhang Fuyin."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Fuyin's wrinkled old face was like a blooming chrysanthemum.
He hurriedly bowed and said, "It's not hard. It's my job, so why would I say it's hard?"
After saying this, the old guy seemed to have a nitrogen injector installed on his butt, and he disappeared in a flash.
At this time, Ma Tong came over holding two pumpkins. His voice trembled as he asked, "State... State Master, what should we do next?"
Ma Tong was very excited. He felt that if he didn't have a sword hanging around his waist, he would be able to float up.
The yield per mu is 59 dan. Is there really such a crop in the world?
Although he had witnessed Lu Chen's various magical feats countless times, this move today really stunned him.
Even the hot air balloon flying in the sky before was not as shocking as the pumpkin he was holding in his hands at this moment.
He knew a little about how hot air balloons were made. Once he understood the principle, he no longer found it so magical.
But pumpkin is different. It is planted in the ground, just like other crops, but how can it grow so fast?
Ma Tong knew very well what a grain yield of 59 dan per mu meant to the imperial court, the people of Da Qi, and the entire world.
In front of the pumpkin, the Holy Grace Pill is nothing. It seems that the National Master is planning to become a saint on the spot!
Lu Chen looked at Ma Tong, who seemed a little dazed, and shrugged his shoulders. "What else can we do? Of course we have to try it. We have finally grown the food, so we have to try it to see how it tastes and whether there will be any problems after eating it."
Mou Ping on the side hurriedly flattered him, saying, "The Imperial Master is truly foresighted. Quick, quick, everyone, get moving. Let's cook this thing and have a taste."
Soon several large pots were set up, and the chefs from the Chinese Academy of Sciences also came today. Today was the day for them to show up, and everyone planned to do a great job.
Roasted pumpkin, steamed pumpkin, pumpkin pie, pumpkin porridge, pumpkin stuffing, there is nothing you can't think of that others dare not make.
When the food was ready, Lu Chen was the first to come forward. Mou Ping was very servile and hurriedly served him a bowl of porridge, and also took some steamed pumpkin and freshly fried pumpkin cakes, and served Lu Chen to eat.
The others also received some food, and everyone was looking at Lu Chen nervously.
After all, it is new food, and no one can guarantee whether it is poisonous or not, so let Lu Chen eat it first.
After all, he is an immortal, so his resistance to poison should be quite high.
Even if his height is not high, if something really goes wrong, at most we can bring him along when we worship Shennong in the future.
Lu Chen took the pumpkin millet porridge, smelled it, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction, with a comfortable expression on his face.
This is the taste. It’s been so long, and I can finally taste this taste again.
After cooling the porridge, Lu Chen took a sip and ate two pumpkin cakes before putting down his chopsticks in satisfaction.
The taste is very good, without any sour, bitter or other bad tastes. It can be confirmed that this thing is acceptable to people.
Lu Chen pushed a piece of steamed pumpkin in front of Mou Ping and pointed at the pumpkin cake next to it. "It's very good. You should try it too. Tell the chef that we can add this to the breakfast at the Chinese Academy of Sciences in the future."
Mou Ping and Ma Tong naturally trusted Lu Chen 100%. After Lu Chen said this, the two of them immediately picked up the pumpkin and finished it in two or three bites.
After finishing the meal, the two immediately gave Lu Chen a thumbs-up and said, "This is great stuff. It tastes good and is very filling. The most important thing is that it can be used as both food and vegetables, and it can be stored for a certain period of time."
Seeing that Lu Chen had been eating for a while and was not foaming at the mouth or lying on the bed, the dignitaries began to order their subordinates to eat.
Soon, the areas around these large pots became bustling with activity. It was obvious that pumpkin could be popularized in later generations, so its taste must be good.
Those who come to watch the fun will try a bowl and find it tastes good, so they will come over and order another bowl.
After the contents of the several large pots were divided up, the dignitaries had a basic understanding of this new food.
It is indeed a good thing. Such a good thing must be planted in the land at home!
So the question is, where should we get the seeds?
Everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Chen.
Meanwhile, Lu Chen was sitting there drinking tea, looking relaxed as he said to Mou Ping, "They say you'd rather starve your parents than eat the crops they grow. Logically, pumpkin seeds should be collected and planted. But after all, it's good for men. You think it's not unreasonable for me to sell them for a little more money?"
"I heard that many dignitaries recently sent gifts to Yangxuzi, hoping for a miracle cure. What price should we set for pumpkin seeds? If we don't capture the market for health products for middle-aged and elderly people, the enemy will sooner or later!"
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