Wan Shu bent down and pulled up a few potatoes.
As Wan Shu had expected, the potatoes growing deep in the mountains and forests, untended by anyone, were much smaller than the potatoes she ate in modern times.
The small ones are only the size of a thumb, and the large ones are only slightly larger than a fist.
However, the overall output is still quite good.
Liang Dazhu, with the most extensive farming experience, quickly made a calculation.
"If every potato plant could produce this much yield, this large area could yield at least tens of thousands of kilograms of potatoes."
"What? Tens of thousands of kilograms!"
Er Ya's eyes widened in surprise: "I've eaten potatoes before. They're really filling. If you eat two big ones, you don't need to eat any other food. With tens of thousands of pounds of potatoes, no one in the village will go hungry before the autumn harvest!"
Si Ya and Wu Ping, the two younger ones, couldn't contain their excitement and kept jumping around with joy.
"That's great! That's great! We won't have to go hungry anymore!"
Liang Dazhu was also very excited: "From now on, we will never have to worry about starving to death again!"
Sam-soon was the most composed and calm. He just smiled slightly, then wielded a hoe and started digging potatoes.
The other four also realized what was happening and quickly started digging potatoes.
There are so many potatoes here, their family definitely can't finish them all, and they don't plan to eat them all by themselves.
They were used to being poor and afraid of hunger, so before their mother told the villagers, they still wanted to dig up more to store!
Many hands make light work, and Wan Shu originally wanted to dig with them as well.
But her body had never been to the ground before; her skin was delicate and tender, and after only a few swings of the hoe, her palms were raw and sore.
In modern times, she hadn't done much farm work either, and her aim with the hoe was off, always cutting the potatoes.
Potatoes with wounds will rot quickly and cannot be stored for long periods.
In order not to waste the food, Wan Shu had to put down his hoe, squat down, and put the dug-up potatoes into his basket, and also do a simple sorting of them.
Collect all potatoes with broken skin separately; these need to be eaten as soon as possible.
Even potatoes the size of a toe were collected separately; they can be used later to make cumin-flavored mini potatoes.
They carried two baskets up here today.
A basket can hold seventy or eighty pounds of potatoes.
They dug until the sun was setting, filling both baskets to the brim, before reluctantly descending the mountain.
By the time they returned to Qingshui Village, it was already dark.
Most villagers were at home eating at this time, and the potatoes in their baskets went unnoticed by anyone.
The six of them quietly returned home.
After a long day's work, all six men were disheveled, their faces flushed and covered in sweat, but their faces were filled with the joy of a bountiful harvest.
Liang Dazhu gulped down two ladles of water, wiped his mouth, and asked, "Mother, now that we've confirmed there are large fields of potatoes on the mountain with good yields, should we go tell the uncles and aunts in the village now?"
"Don't rush," Wan Shu stopped him. "The impression that the poisonous leaves are poisonous and cannot be eaten is deeply ingrained in people's minds. Now we have no evidence and no prestige in the village. Even if we say it, no one will believe us."
San Shun immediately understood Wan Shu's idea: "Mother, do you mean to first convince the respected people in the village that the potatoes are not poisonous, and then have that person tell the villagers?"
This child is teachable; San Shun is truly intelligent.
Wan Shu felt that such a talented child was worth nurturing.
She began her questioning probingly: "That's right, who do you think we should approach, this authoritative person?"
"Logically speaking, the village head should be the first person with prestige in the village, but the village head doesn't get along with our family, and he doesn't care much about the lives of the villagers."
San Shun pondered, "So I think we should go find Chief Wang. Although Chief Wang is only the head of the Wang family, his prestige in the village is no less than that of the village head, and he is very responsible to the villagers."
Wan Shu nodded approvingly: "San Shun, you're absolutely right. Let's hurry up and cook the potatoes before it gets completely dark, and send some over to Chief Wang."
Of those present, only Wan Shu knew the various ways to cook potatoes, and naturally, she was the one who cooked them.
Time is tight and the task is heavy.
She didn't do anything fancy; she just made a simple pot of braised pork with potatoes.
Actually, she also roasted a few potatoes in the stove. Roasted potatoes are also very delicious, but considering that the appearance of roasted potatoes is quite obvious and easily seen as "poisonous leaves", she only served two bowls of braised pork with potatoes.
He gave a bowl to Sam-soon: "Send this to your clan leader, Wang."
He gave a bowl to Wuping: "Take this to your grandparents."
Ten thousand families.
At this time, the entire Wan family had already eaten dinner and were sitting under the big tree by the courtyard wall, enjoying the cool shade.
Baoyu and Baoyin lay on the courtyard wall, constantly inhaling the aroma of food in the air.
"It smells so good, slurp..."
"Auntie seems to have stewed meat again, slurp, I really want to eat it..."
When Liu came out after washing the dishes and saw this scene, a trace of heartache flashed in her eyes, and she pouted.
"My little sister is really something. She's made up with our parents, but she doesn't even send some stewed meat over to show her respect. She's so inconsiderate!"
Mother Wan sneered, "You think you're so sensible now that you're always eyeing what your brother-in-law and sister-in-law have?"
Liu's expression froze: "Mother, I didn't..."
Mother Wan: "If you don't have anything to say, then stop talking nonsense all day long! It stinks like you've eaten shit!"
Liu was completely speechless.
While Wan's mother scolded him with gusto, she was actually quite unhappy inside.
It wasn't that she was upset that Wan Shu didn't bring her meat, but rather that she was worried about how Wan Shu could eat meat every day!
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