Li Jianguo then wiped the sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, he listened to the educated youth Xiaowen and let the villagers taste it first. If not, no one would have dug it out.
Wenwen taught everyone how to save seeds without damaging the roots. Yu Xunting and Li Jianguo listened carefully, and then began to teach separately.
Finally, Li Jianguo roared, "If you want to avoid plowing the soil and sowing crops next year, and if you want the same high yield next year, you have to listen to us. This is called scientific farming. This is knowledge. Just like this cassava, we used to only know it was poisonous and shouldn't be eaten. Now that the educated youth Xiao Wen has come, he knows how to remove the poison. This is knowledge, this is science."
The villagers who originally thought it was indifferent thought it made sense and started to take it seriously.
In this way, the cassava was dug in full swing on the mountain. The men felt even more anxious as they saw that there was never enough cassava to dig. The feeling of hunger was too uncomfortable.
After digging, they carried the cassava down the mountain. When the women saw the cassava at the roots of the trees, their reaction was the same as the men in the mountain. Fortunately, the old village chief was there, and in the end they all worked enthusiastically.
All the cassava dug from the mountains must be weighed and recorded in a notebook, so that the yield per mu can be calculated.
Put one hundred kilograms in another place, calculate the flour yield of one hundred kilograms, and then calculate the total flour yield.
Wen Xiao told the aunties and sisters-in-law in the village to be careful when peeling the fruits because their hands would itch. Unexpectedly, the aunties and sisters-in-law all said it was okay because it was food that would keep them full, and they were not afraid of the itchy hands.
In just a few days, the riverside was filled with peeled cassava.
Less than half of the cassava on the mountain had been dug. In the evening, Li Jianguo and others discussed whether to continue digging or wait until next year.
Wenwen looked at the notebook recording the weight and asked, "Captain, how many acres of the mountain have been dug?"
Li Jianguo recalled: "We dug about five mu of land."
Wenwen looked at the notebook where the weight was recorded and asked Wenxiao, "Fourth brother, have you reviewed the numbers here?"
"I reviewed it three times, and the total numbers were all correct."
"The total here is jin. We dug 5 mu of land, and the yield per mu is 4276.4 jin."
As soon as Wenwen finished speaking, everyone was in disbelief.
The old village chief asked in a trembling voice: "What is the yield per mu?"
Wenwen raised her voice slightly and said, "Everyone heard correctly. The yield per mu is 4,276.4 kilograms. Cassava is a high-yield crop. With proper management, the minimum yield per mu is 1,000 to over 9,000 kilograms."
In later times, the most common cassava yield was 1,000 to 2,000 kilograms per mu, with the highest yield in southern China reaching over 9,000 kilograms per mu. These are all true records.
Such a high yield per mu really shocked everyone present.
Even the grandfather and grandson of the Yu family were shocked. With such a high yield per mu, if it were planted, it would solve the problem of the whole country.
"Girl, is what you said true? Is the yield per mu really so high?" Yu Baitian could hardly calm down his excitement.
"Grandpa, this is real, and it's a perennial plant. When digging, be careful not to damage the roots and leave one or two seeds. Then you can continue to have a harvest next year." Wenwen said with certainty.
This is experience gained from global practice.
Yu Baitian stood up excitedly. This matter should be reported so that the crops can be planted next year.
Yu Xunting supported the excited old man and said, "Grandpa, don't be anxious. This is not that simple, and the current situation is unstable." They are thinking about the common people, but there are too many bad apples now.
Seeing the grandfather and grandson like this, Li Jianguo probably had some ideas. He said, "How about this, let's not dig it up for now and wait until next year."
Wenwen also agreed: "There are enough now, it's good to keep it, and save seeds for planting on other hills next year." She paused and said: "In fact, the current per-acre yield cannot be used as real data. The current per-acre yield is so high because no one has dug it for many years.
In fact, cassava is a plant from tropical regions and is not suitable for the northern climate. I don’t understand how there could be cassava in Lijia Bay.
If we plant next year, we'd be lucky if we could achieve a yield of 1,000 catties per mu." Wenwen had to explain clearly, not letting them think the north was so high-yielding. In fact, whether crops could survive in the north right now was a question; after all, it wasn't Lijiawan.
"A yield of 1,000 jin per mu is already very good." The old village chief was satisfied.
"That means the south will still have high production, right?" Yu Baitian asked.
Wenwen nodded: "It shouldn't be a problem. Cassava is suitable for the southern weather after all."
"That's good, that's good." Yu Baitian murmured to himself.
Wenwen looked at Yu Baitian. This was the old revolutionary who was dedicated to the people. Even though he was imprisoned, he still cared about the people.
"We still have things to solve now. There is only one stone mill in the village which is definitely not enough. Also, there must be no sand in the area where the powder is dried. What should we use to store and preserve it after it is dried? These are all problems that need to be solved." Wenwen felt that she was really worried.
After hearing this, Li Jianguo felt that he had not considered this: "The first part is okay, but the difficult part is how to preserve it after drying." With so much cassava flour, how could he store it?
"I think we can have the carpenter make a big wooden barrel, a really big one." Wenwen gestured with her hand, showing something bigger than a bathtub. "Use a layer of oil paper or oil cloth inside. Make sure the oil paper or oil cloth is big enough to wrap up all the tapioca flour in the barrel, and then put on the lid."
Li Jianguo clapped his hands after hearing this: "Yes, this is really a good idea. The young educated youth knows a lot. After all, he is an intellectual!"
At this time, Yu Xunting thought of a problem: "The yield of this cassava is high, but I don't know what the flour yield is." Wenwen just mentioned the flour yield.
Wenwen thought she had hit the nail on the head: "That's right, the key to cassava is cassava flour. No matter how high the cassava yield is, it will be useless if the flour yield is low.
But when I was washing the flour that day, I discovered that the flour yield of cassava from Lijiawan is about half. The best cassava flour yield is around 80%, and I can’t say for sure about the lowest.”
Wenwen was thinking that if she used cassava from Lijiawan to keep seeds, the flour yield would be at least half.
Yu Xunting had the same idea as Wenwen.
"This is high yield. Now one acre of land produces more than 200 kilograms of wheat, but the wheat flour yield is less than 70%, so one acre can't even produce 200 kilograms of flour." The old village chief was even happier after the conversion. In the future, the villagers will be able to have enough food.
Wenwen touched her nose. She really didn't expect that the current grain yield per mu was so low. No wonder they were so shocked by the cassava yield.
"Xiao Wen, the educated youth, how many days do we need to soak the cassava before we can grind it into flour?" Li Jianguo asked.
"It will be ready for flour grinding in two days," Wenwen looked at Wenxiao, "Fourth brother, you have to carefully monitor the other 100 kilograms tomorrow and see how much flour they can produce."
Wen Xiao quickly agreed. He felt that his younger sister was amazing now, as she had arranged everything and everyone perfectly.
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