Song Lizheng looked at the sweet potatoes with purple-red skin and yellow-white core, feeling a little at a loss.
Ling Jiheng gave everyone a piece and told them to start eating.
Song Lizheng blew away the hot air and put the sweet potato in his mouth. He found it surprisingly delicious. It was sweet and sticky, with a first-class taste.
He looked at his fellow villagers, and a burning light flashed in his eyes.
If the fields were all planted with sweet potatoes, they wouldn't have to go hungry!
It’s delicious and filling. Why didn’t you plant a few more acres of land in the first place?
What a loss, what a loss!
After delivering the sweet potatoes, Ling Jiheng went back, had lunch with everyone, and went back to Qingfengyuan to sleep.
Chi Xingyue took the opportunity to enter the space, looked at the vast fields of sweet potatoes, and laughed foolishly.
I just can’t ask for help, because harvesting is quite troublesome.
Before she could start digging, she heard someone calling softly.
Chi Xingyue flashed out of the space and was held in Ling Jiheng's arms.
She also asked resentfully: "Why didn't you take me with you when you went in?"
Chi Xingyue poked his chest with her finger: "I just want you to rest for a while!"
Ling Jiheng was speechless and took a nap with his young wife in his arms. He woke up half an hour later and went out again.
The work was much faster in the afternoon. The Ling family didn't care about the money for buying food. They wanted to dig it all back and eat it themselves, so they swung the hoe very quickly.
Chen Feng wanted to say: "Be careful, don't dig it up!"
But then I thought, it’s better to hurry up, so that it won’t snow in two days and I won’t get frozen.
Look at the vines and leaves, they are sparse and almost withered. I don't think they will last much longer.
Time passed little by little, and finally after five days, all the sweet potatoes from the Ling family's two hundred acres of land were dug out.
The fruits piled together look like a small hill.
Ling Jiheng also successfully obtained the 30,000 taels of silver given by General Zhou for buying seeds.
Who would have thought that not only could he make a net profit of 30,000 taels by planting one crop, but he could also harvest a bunch of half-ripened sweet potatoes.
They are all piled up in the side room, which looks festive.
Other families in Qingshan Village also sold their sweet potatoes, earning a few hundred taels at the least and over a thousand taels at the most.
The moment they received the silver, the villagers' eyes widened, fearing that they were dreaming.
Who would have thought that by planting a crop, one could cross the class barrier?
We are no longer the working class, and we no longer have to worry about not being able to eat or marry.
With money in hand, what is the difference between them and the rich people in the city, except that their houses are in the village?
When the young wives who married into the family learned that their family had become rich, their eyes became as dim as light bulbs, and they were glad that they had chosen the right family.
The older girls who had joined forces with the young men in the village were also glad that they did not miss out on this great wealth.
It's just that General Zhou is numb.
Originally, he thought that sweet potatoes were a new crop, and he was going to collect them as grain, and give fifty cents per pound, which was not too high.
After all, grain production has decreased this year, and coupled with the war, grain cannot be imported from the south. In the north, wheat costs thirty or forty cents per pound.
It's a sky-high price.
Compared with this, fifty cents per pound of sweet potatoes seems reasonable.
But who would have thought that this thing was so productive. No one in the military camp cared about it, and it wasn't noticeable.
Any piece of land in Qingshan Village starts at 2,000 kilograms.
If he wasn't so wealthy, he probably wouldn't be able to afford it.
General Zhou suppressed his grief and advised himself not to go back on his word.
What's more, if this thing can be popularized, not only Youzhou, but even Northern Liao will have to be obedient and obey his orders.
Isn't the purpose of life to eat and sleep? As long as people can fill their stomachs, society will most likely be stable.
For the money spent, it is worth it.
After several days of hard work, the cellar was dug.
A huge cellar was dug in a vacant lot between the Ling family and Song Lizheng's house.
Ling Jiheng directly invested money and built several rooms and a yard here.
Use it as a granary and a meeting place for everyone.
It’s just like the brigades in later generations, so that we don’t have to work outside in the cold every time.
Of course, this winter this place is under the control of the Zhou family army.
Shen Feng brought people to live in it, which not only solved the accommodation problem but also ensured the safety of the sweet potatoes.
Ling Jiheng said that he felt at ease.
After putting all the sweet potatoes into storage, Ling Jiheng explained to everyone how to store the sweet potatoes.
Of course, Qingshan Village does not have this problem, because most of them are sent to the cellar in the village committee compound.
The crooked and cracked melons and dates left at home will be gone in a few days.
Of course, it’s good to know more about storage methods. If you don’t use it this year, you will use it next year. You can’t save it.
After Ling Jiheng finished speaking, he went back and saw Chi Xingyue and his family busy at work.
The family only kept two thousand kilograms of chopped sweet potatoes for daily consumption. The rest were washed, sliced, dried, and then ground into flour.
Chi Xingyue chopped up another part of them and made vermicelli.
If vermicelli is well preserved, it can be kept for one to two years. When eating, just soak some and cook it, which is very convenient.
The Ling family had never eaten vermicelli, but they were happy to try it with Chi Xingyue.
After processes such as sedimentation and screening, the vermicelli is finally ready.
On that day, Chi Xingyue cooked a big pot of hot and sour noodles for everyone.
The old lady praised: "If we take this to the county to sell, we can run a shop in one winter."
Chi Xingyue nodded and imagined the future: "When the world gets better, we can continue doing business. Let's not talk about the richest man in Dayong, but the richest man in Qingshan Village should be no problem."
With just one sentence, the old lady burst into laughter.
"Girl, even if our family doesn't do business, we are still the richest in Qingshan Village. Be content with what you have and keep a low profile."
After experiencing the house raid, the old lady no longer wanted to be treated like a sheep.
Having money but no power is the saddest thing. People above you can plunder or kill you at will, and you live in fear.
It’s better to be now, relaxed and hopeful.
In the evening, Chi Xingyue entered the space and dug out the sweet potatoes from the field with Ling Jiheng, took them to the big kitchen, washed them, cut them into pieces, and then crushed them with a wall breaker.
Then add water and sieve to precipitate the starch before proceeding to the next step.
Of course, the sedimentation work is carried out outside the small building.
Otherwise, even if it settles for a lifetime, the water in the basin will be turbid and unable to separate into layers.
Then he chatted with Ling Jiheng in the yard, and continued digging after he had rested enough.
The two of them planned to grow seedlings in advance, otherwise when spring comes, they will be as busy as this year and they can't afford it.
After being busy for several hours, Chi Xingyue went to the bathroom tiredly to take a shower.
He came out and lay down on the kang with Ling Jiheng, feeling the warmth beneath him, and sighed, "Time flies! Another winter has arrived."
Ling Jiheng reached out and held her in his arms: "Yes, in a few months, the little fairy will be seventeen years old. Do you want any gifts?"
Chi Xingyue thought about it and realized that there was no such thing. But she couldn't say it directly, so she kissed him on the cheek: "I hope my husband will love me forever!"
Ling Jiheng smiled, and lingered on Chi Xingyue's lips for a long time before saying in a hoarse voice, "Yes, I will love you forever!"
Chi Xingyue nodded, but chuckled in her heart, feeling like she was in love.
This is not good, not good.
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