Chapter 372 Sweet Potato Yield per Mu
The team that went out returned, and the manpower in the village increased greatly. In the following days, except for the workshop, everyone was working hard to open up the wasteland.
Shen Qing's family is no exception, the only difference is that after returning from the land reclamation, they have to try various hot pots.
For the other people in the family and even the four people of Sumu, it was like falling into a blessed nest!
After working for most of the day, who wouldn't be happy to have a hot meal ready to eat, and a variety of delicious meats?
Shen Qing found that her worry about being tired of eating meat did not exist at all. The main reason was that they all came from poverty, and even Su Mu could not afford to have meat every meal. Moreover, there was endless work to do every day, and they were so happy to eat meat that they were about to burst into bubbles.
The only advantage is that after eating a lot, you can really tell the difference, such as which dipping sauce is rich in flavor, which one is refreshing and relieves greasiness, and the differences between different parts.
The conclusion is that everyone has their own unique taste!
Some people like to eat chewy and tough meat, some like to eat tender meat, and some like to eat soft and rotten meat...the same goes for dipping sauce.
However, the difference between clear soup and spicy soup is still very obvious. For example, clear soup can better highlight the freshness of the ingredients when used for hot pot of beef and mutton, while beef tripe, beef tripe and beef throat are generally considered to be more suitable for spicy soup base.
Although Su Mu was not used to the spicy hot pot base, he was most excited.
Because offal has always been worthless and difficult to sell, if the spicy hot pot base is popular, it means that the offal can also be sold.
As long as I can sell it, I will earn money. With money, I can buy what I want and support more people....
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The ground thawed in late February, and by the end of February the land had thawed enough for farming.
Today, the village has more than 40 donkeys and 4 cows. In addition, all the stones, trees and weeds on the ground have been cleared away during this period, so we can directly enter the plowing stage.
But wasteland is different from farmland. There are many tree roots, stones and weed roots in it. The big tree roots need to be dug out by hand, and the small and miscellaneous ones need to be plowed out by people who follow behind to pick them up.
The same goes for stones, and large clods of earth are broken up with hoes and shovels....
Each of these jobs doesn't require a lot of strength, but doing them non-stop for a whole day is no easier than doing a lot of strength, and they are truly dirty and tiring.
But the villagers, especially the old people, worked without a single complaint. They were all extremely pious, and their old eyes were full of hope.
Shen Qing was very busy, but she still found time to go to the land she had picked out on the mountain and buried the sweet potatoes that she had bought and had sprouted in her house - this was to prove in the future that there were sweet potatoes on this land.
Compared with potatoes, the advantages of sweet potatoes are: first, higher yield; second, seedlings.
Potatoes need to have their tubers divided and germinated for use as seeds, so the demand is high, while sweet potatoes can be grown directly as seedlings, and the germinated sweet potato seedlings can be used as seeds.
In this way, the amount of sweet potatoes needed is much smaller, and she bought sweet potatoes from the mall in advance and placed them in the house, using geothermal energy to grow seedlings.
After everything was arranged, she took a small basket of sweet potatoes and went to Mr. Jiang's house.
"Yingzi, I want to talk to you and your second uncle privately." Shen Qing said meaningfully.
Jiang Ying thought of what happened before and immediately reacted. She said to the children in the yard, "Stay outside the yard and don't let anyone in. Even if your parents come back, don't let them in. Wait for us to come out!"
If anyone from another family comes looking for us, just shout for us to come out, okay?"
The dolls responded loudly: "I know!"
Then the sound of bang spread out in all directions. They straightened their bodies and surrounded the yard, looking around for fear of missing anyone.
Jiang Ying was relieved and said to Shen Qing, "They are all in the field. There is no one else in the house. Sister-in-law, let's go in and talk."
If she had discussed this matter in the past, she would have definitely found a remote and open place. However, today, she saw that her sister-in-law had brought some things with her, so it would be even more inconvenient to go outside.
Shen Qing was very satisfied with Jiang Ying's arrangement and followed him in carrying the basket.
Mr. Jiang Erye inside had already stood up. Seeing that Shen Qing didn't say anything, the three of them entered the room with the firewall.
Shen Qing handed the basket forward, lifted the cotton cloth covering it, and said to the two of them: “Second Uncle, Yingzi, this was the guidance of the Bodhisattva in my dream. I dug it up in the mountains;
I've fed it to chickens, ducks, and myself. It's non-toxic and slightly sweet. It's delicious whether steamed, boiled, or roasted, and it's very filling."
I have always been guided by the Bodhisattva in my dreams, and it was the same this time.
After she finished speaking, she handed over the sweet potatoes that had been steamed and roasted in advance, broke them in half and handed them over, two halves for each person.
When Jiang Ying, the second master of the Jiang family, heard that it was the guidance of the Bodhisattva, he took it with great piety and savored it carefully.
Jiang Ying took two bites and praised with surprise, "It's delicious! It tastes like young corn, even sweeter!"
Mr. Jiang Er had the same idea, and the more he ate, the more surprise filled his eyes.
I don’t know if this food is very filling, but it is definitely delicious!
He looked at Shen Qing and asked, "Do you want to grow it for food? How many seedlings are there, and how many acres can be planted? Do you know how to grow it?"
We don't have fields in this mountain valley, only land. Can we grow it?"
Then he thought that if it can grow in the mountains, it must be possible on their land as well.
The Bodhisattva’s guidance is very thoughtful.
Shen Qing replied one by one: "You can plant it. The Bodhisattva said that the softer the soil, the more suitable it is!"
Then he explained the methods of growing sweet potato seedlings and planting, etc., all under the guidance of the Bodhisattva.
Mr. Jiang Ying, the second master of the Jiang family, listened very carefully.
Since this food was brought to them by the Bodhisattva, it must be very good. However, they did not expect that raising seedlings, planting, and even fertilizing and pest control were more convenient than they thought. At least compared to corn, it was much easier.
The yield of corn is very high compared with rice and wheat, almost doubled. If the yield of this food can be similar to that of corn, we can plant half corn and half this year.
Jiang Ying frowned as she thought about this and asked, "Sister-in-law, we will definitely plant some, but what will the villagers say? We need to find a good reason to get them to plant some too."
My sister-in-law said this is called sweet potato. It is soft and sticky when steamed and sweet when baked. It is indeed delicious, but I don’t know what the yield is.
After all, corn has a high yield. For farmers like these, whether it tastes good or not is secondary. Compared with the yield, everything else can be compromised.
Master Jiang sighed, "Let every household plant a few acres of land."
This way you can change your taste and share the risk at the same time.
Otherwise, what if the corn is infested with insects and the harvest is lost? This sweet potato grows underground, so it is obviously less susceptible to insect pests.
Shen Qing just thought that they were used to eating cornmeal and were not very accepting of sweet potatoes.
She threw out her trump card: "The Buddha said that if the crops are good, the yield per mu can reach 5,000 to 6,000 kilograms. If they are not good, 2,000 to 3,000 kilograms should not be a problem."
Mr. Jiang suddenly stood up, his lips trembling, and asked in disbelief: "How much?!"
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