Ling Jiheng: “…”
Incredibly, he asked Fu Huanping, "You haven't even eaten it yet, and you're asking me about it. Aren't you afraid that this thing is so bad that even pigs wouldn't eat it?"
Fu Huanping laughed: "It doesn't matter how it tastes, as long as it fills my stomach!"
Ling Jiheng was convinced and took the initiative to introduce: "Sweet potatoes can be eaten raw, steamed or boiled, dried and ground into flour, and made into sweet potato flour, sweet potato meatballs, and sweet potato cakes."
Fu Huanping's eyes lit up as he listened. He pushed the soldier behind him forward and said, "Hey, I brought two baskets. Let me see your cooking skills."
Ling Jiheng sneered, called Erzhu over, and took people to clean up.
Wash the sweet potatoes, roast the smaller ones and steam the larger ones.
When it is cooked, bring it over for Fu Huanping to taste.
General Fu was quickly captivated by the soft, glutinous, and sweet taste of the sweet potatoes, and exclaimed, "Oh my god, they're so delicious.
I thought that this thing would be lacking in flavor due to its high production volume.”
Ling Jiheng rolled his eyes imperceptibly, thinking that this was a variety cultivated by agricultural experts of later generations for many years.
With the nourishment of spiritual spring water, it is impossible for it not to taste good.
A few roasted sweet potatoes were left for Fu Huanping and several other soldiers. Ling Jiheng took the steamed ones away and fried a pot of sweet potato balls with them.
The egg soup with sweet potato balls we drank at noon was delicious and filling, but it was too expensive and ordinary people couldn't afford it.
After a nap, Fu Huanping couldn't wait to leave.
But he still patiently chatted with the old lady for half an hour.
He didn't say anything else, just talked about the performance of Ling Jiren, Ling Jihao, Cao Dashan, Song Yuangen and others.
“They are fine, not seriously injured, and have been promoted to centurion. However, the team’s discipline is very strict, so it is not convenient for them to come back to visit their families.
If necessary, I can help bring them something."
Fu Huanping subconsciously concealed the fact that all the soldiers from Qingshan Village had gone to fight in Beiliao, fearing that they would be anxious.
The old lady thanked them several times with gratitude and asked Aunt Taohua to pack some food from home for them to take away.
By the way, please ask the other party to bring some winter clothes for the two grandsons.
Fu Huanping agreed with a smile and asked someone to ask the villagers if there was anything they wanted to take away.
One item is one thing, two items are two things. We are all good people, so there is no need to favor one over the other.
This slowed down the return to camp, and it wasn't until evening that they slowly left Qingshan Village.
The old lady smelled the sweet potatoes in the pot and sighed, "If I hadn't come to Youzhou, I wouldn't have known there were such sweet foods in the world."
Geng Suhua felt reassured and agreed, "That's right, our Ji Heng is very lucky. He went up the mountain and brought back such a precious thing.
If those lands in Jiangning Prefecture were still there, we could have gotten back on track just by selling sweet potatoes."
Ling Jiheng immediately warned: "Aunt, don't say that again.
You have all heard more or less about the situation this year.
The natural disaster hadn't yet subsided, but man-made disasters had already begun. The sweet potatoes from Qingshan Village might very well be used as military rations.
We have no control over it.”
Geng Suhua was stunned for a long time. She wanted to ask why, but she felt that she had no right to question.
What's more, her son has also joined the army. If she uses the money as military rations, at least her son can have enough to eat, and her land will not be cultivated in vain.
The Ling family ultimately chose to ignore the topic until three days later, when a troop arrived at Qingshan Village.
More than 300 people guarded the entrances and exits of Qingshan Village.
Chen Feng led the team and informed the villagers that their lives could continue as usual, except that strangers were not allowed to enter or leave.
After understanding the whole story, Song Lizheng cooperated fully and even felt that Qingshan Village was safer with Zhou's army there.
After arranging the Zhou family army, Shen Feng visited the Ling family and gave Ling Jiheng the handwritten letter from General Zhou.
After reading the letter, Ling Jiheng replied, saying that he would work hard to grow seedlings and strive to plant sweet potatoes in the entire Yunrou County next year.
"Captain Shen, please help deliver the letter."
Shen Feng nodded and asked people to speed up.
Ling Jiheng asked about their accommodation and made some suggestions before sending them away.
Chi Xingyue came over and asked, "What's in the letter?"
Ling Jiheng didn't hide it: "General Zhou thinks sweet potatoes can be promoted on a large scale. He asked me to preserve the harvest from Qingshan Village, breed them during the winter, and plant them next year."
Chi Xingyue frowned: "Didn't you tell him that this thing is difficult to preserve?"
“I have said that, but wasn’t our original purpose to ensure that everyone had food to eat and that there was no chaos?
General Zhou's move coincides with ours."
Chi Xingyue sighed: "Then we can only dig a cellar."
Ling Jiheng nodded: "Well, let Shen Feng and the others dig."
Chi Xingyue had no objection and went back to the house to rest.
The days went by like this, day after day until the Frost Descent, when Ling Jiheng finally decided to dig the sweet potatoes.
I asked Chen Feng for help from a dozen soldiers, and everyone took shovels and hoes to dig up the sweet potatoes in the field.
They were inexperienced and very careful, but many still got hurt.
Chi Xingyue threw the sweet potatoes that were chopped into two pieces into the basket, intending to eat them as soon as possible.
However, before eating, you have to weigh it and roughly calculate the yield per mu.
Everyone in the village gathered around to watch the fun. When they saw that the small seedlings had actually produced fruits, each as big as a palm, they all grinned with excitement.
I just don’t know what this sweet potato tastes like. It would be great if it tastes good.
Song Lizheng had already done work in the village. He was quite proud to know that Zhou Jiajun was going to collect this batch of sweet potatoes as seeds.
Each of them patted their chests and said, "Village head, just leave enough rations for me, and the rest can be given to General Zhou!"
Song Lizheng took a puff of his pipe and thought that it would depend on whether the other party was willing to stay.
If all of them are collected, what can you say?
Don’t forget that your son is still in someone else’s hands!
Of course, the Zhou family army was not so shameless. Even the Ling family’s harvest was counted as money.
Except for those that were scraped into pieces, the rest were charged at fifty cents per pound.
It is just temporarily stored in Qingshan Village, and next year we will still have to rely on them to breed and raise seedlings.
After a morning of hard work, we finally plowed an acre of land.
Weighing them together, good and bad, they weighed a staggering 3,500 jin.
You should know that this piece of land is intercropped with sweet potatoes and wheat, which means that the actual yield per mu is far higher than this value.
Shen Feng couldn't believe it, fearing that Chi Xingyue had made a mistake.
The Ling family collectively endorsed her: "Captain Shen, it really is 3,500 kilograms. If you don't believe it, why don't you send someone who knows how to calculate it?"
Chen Feng touched his nose and thought that all the soldiers were rough and uncouth, how many of them could do the math clearly?
He nodded and said, "In that case, let's dig a few more acres of land. Finally, we'll take the middle value and report it to General Zhou."
The Ling family had no objection and invited Shen Feng and several brothers who had helped to go home for dinner.
Song Lizheng and the people from Qingshan Village were also curious about what the sweet potatoes tasted like, so they followed them to the Ling family mansion and waited at the door, hoping to have a bite.
The Ling family was not stingy and washed and steamed the incomplete sweet potatoes.
When they were ripe, I picked out a dozen and took them out for everyone to taste.
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