Ke'er came to Daqing Mountain and saw that the plants and grass were growing well. She had been away for almost a month, and these plants had not been given growth liquid. Most of them were growing well, but there were also some small patches of death. In Qin Feng's words, "This is normal."
Qin Feng didn't let Ke'er water the dead plants with growth solution. He said he would do it next year and proceed step by step, which would be more realistic.
Ke'er didn't care anymore. The two of them came to the eastern slope of Daqing Mountain. Many people were digging sweet potatoes in the fields. Ke'er said happily to Xiao Si, "Brother, are the sweet potatoes grown? They can be dug out now."
"Yes, it has grown well and can be dug out long ago. Daddy said he would dig it up when you come back so that you can see it and be happy."
Seeing the villagers helping out in the fields, Ke'er quietly asked Xiao Si, "Brother, what are the rewards for the villagers helping to dig sweet potatoes?"
"Here are the sweet potatoes. Daddy told the village chief that each person gets 10 kilograms of sweet potatoes for a day's work. If you're willing, come. If you don't want to, you don't have to come. But don't say anything weird. If anyone says anything weird, Daddy will come and beat them up."
Ke'er nodded, "The reward is not bad, Daddy did the right thing."
When the villagers saw Ke'er, they all greeted her, "Ke'er, you're back. Is the capital city fun?"
"I see Ke'er has gained weight. Life in Beijing is good."
"Ke'er, tell us what you saw in the capital. We'll never be able to leave, so it's good to listen."
Ke'er felt bad too. Indeed, many people toiled tirelessly all their lives, facing the earth. She picked out some fun places and delicious food to share with everyone, and the villagers were happy. After hearing about the capital today, some of them were excited.
The sweet potatoes on the eastern slope of Daqing Mountain grow very well. They are big, with smooth skin and few bumps. The flesh is crispy and sweet.
Qin Feng and several other strong men weighed the sweet potatoes in the field, while Qin Muzhou kept the records. They calculated a yield of 3,800 kilograms per mu. The village chief was so happy he couldn't stop smiling. "Qin Feng, your potatoes and sweet potatoes have become spirits. If you've got seeds or seedlings growing from your own sweet potatoes, we'll cut the seedlings and plant them in the field. Next year, we'll try it out in the fields and on the three sandy hills in the village."
Qin Feng also smiled and said, "Okay, keep it for the village to make seeds."
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