Plane Mall: I became a group favorite by hoarding goods

Chapter 257 257. Is this still a staple food?
Shen Xingluo frowned when he saw the people around him screaming, and pulled her back to the road.

"There must be some room for improvement for those farmers in the household department."

If the ordinary potato yield is mostly maintained at 3000-5000 catties per mu, high-quality potatoes from top-notch fields and careful management can reach as high as 8000 catties. Shenjia Village can use good fields to plant and care carefully, but other people cannot.

This output is therefore sufficient for the time being.

"Ma'am, you can prepare your luggage."

"Hey?"

Cheng Xi was taken aback, then laughed, "Are we going to the capital? Oh no, we're going on a trip!"

"Yes."

"So it really doesn't matter here?"

"You can leave the rest to Uncle Mandun, but you have to bother Madam about how to do Tudou."

"Small things, wrap them up on me."

The country road is not smooth, because it rained a few days ago and there were a few small puddles. The two walked home along this road, and the villagers behind them were full of enthusiasm.

Shen Xingluo said that he really didn't care about the rest of the matter, but Shen Mandun just broke his leg because of his actions.

Early the next morning, he carried a few potatoes into the Fucheng Yamen, and did not return home until it was dark.

On the morning of the third day, a group of people from Fucheng came to Shenjia Village mightily.

And it was the first time that the ten mu of land was so lively.

"The grassroots pay homage to the magistrate."

"Rizheng, please get up, everyone, please get up too."

Prefect Xie didn't wear official uniform today, but a simple casual dress, but this grown-up has no worries about food and clothing since childhood, and the official prestige and nobility exuded from him also shocked the villagers.

Shen Mantun had met him yesterday after running all day to see the "procedures", but he didn't react that much. He glanced at the silent folks behind him and sighed.

What's the matter, what are you doing like this?
Even Mr. Jiang has seen a civil official of the second rank and a prince who is decisive in killing, and now he is afraid of a magistrate of the sixth rank?Really useless!
Xie Wenbin felt that this kind of scene was very normal, and his eyes skipped over the people and fell on the plants in the field.

"Shen Lizheng, are these the high-yield grains you're talking about?"

"My lord is wise, that's right."

A group of people were standing on the small road next to the ten-acre fertile field. Shen Mandun was followed by the villagers, and Xie Wenbin was followed by several officials in casual clothes.

And directly in front of them was ten acres of high-quality fields planted with potatoes, and behind them was a piece of green soybeans.

Shen Mantun asked someone to pick up a potato seedling on the spot. The officials couldn't help but gathered around and looked at it carefully, their eyes were full of doubts and expectations.

Yes, question it.

Anyone who hears that the grain crops yield three to four thousand catties per mu can't help but question it.

But they couldn't stand the temptation of political achievements, and the expectations in their hearts far exceeded the doubts.

"This is the high-yield grain? It doesn't look very tall!"

"It's really not high, at most it's the same as wheat."

"But this thing is not as densely planted as wheat, how many things can there be below?"

Several officials had only seen a few potatoes, and they heard that they grew from a seedling, but after all, they hadn't seen the harvesting scene with their own eyes, and they had less feeling based on imagination alone.

But as a seedling was uprooted, four or five gray dirt bumps emerged from the bottom. The largest one was as big as a palm, and the smaller one was as big as an egg.

"hiss--"

"It's really all underground? Why are there so many!"

"High yield, definitely high yield!"

Several of the officials were so shocked that they forgot their identities and were so excited beyond words.

Xie Wenbin was silent on the surface, but looking at his slightly trembling hands hanging on the sides of his body, he knew that his heart was extremely restless, and his eyes staring at those lumps were extremely hot.

After a long time, he cleared his throat, "Shen Lizheng, you said yesterday that these potatoes can be harvested today?"

"Go back to your lord, yes."

It was planted in mid-April, and now it is the end of June. In addition to the half a month of raising seedlings, the potatoes have grown for more than 80 days this season, and there is no point in growing them any further.

"Then dig it, I want to see its output."

"Yes!"

Shen Mantun has been waiting for this day for a long time, and his anticipation is no less than that of these officials, "The sun is shining in the field, please go to the side to rest, and the grass-roots people made some potato dishes, please taste it."

Zhifu Xie wanted to try it a long time ago, and the rest of the people couldn't wait when they heard the words, and a group of people walked towards the temporary shed on the ground.

The villagers holding farm tools next to them were already eager to try, "Lizheng, shall we dig?"

"dig!"

Shen Mantun waved his hand, and everyone happily rushed into the field with farm tools.

"Be careful, don't hurt the potatoes. My lord wants to know the yield of potatoes, so let's dig out an acre first."

"Rizheng don't worry, we know!"

Everyone worked together, although they were full of energy, they were careful when they struck, for fear of hurting them.

At this time, under the thatched shed on the ground, there was already a plate of steaming young potatoes on the small wooden table, and Aunt Cuihua was taking out plates from the food box and putting them on the top.

Hot and sour potato shreds, potato roast beef, potato cakes, shredded potatoes, baked potatoes, Langya potatoes.
The whole table was occupied by all kinds of potatoes, the small ones became boiled potatoes and baked potatoes, and the big ones were split and made into dishes, the variety was dazzling.

When Xie Wenbin brought people over, he smelled a strong fragrance, and suddenly felt empty in his stomach.

"It's all made of potatoes?"

That dark lump of soil can make so many delicacies?

The other officials were also shocked when they smelled the scent from the tip of their noses. For the Great Yan Dynasty, the common staple food was nothing more than wheat and rice, and these two things alone were very meager for them.

Take the flour made from wheat as an example. The taste of steamed buns is not very good. You have to add some vegetables or meat stuffing to make buns to be delicious.

However, the table in front of them shocked everyone's jaws.

At first glance, it is full of potatoes. Let alone boiled and baked, just take the hot and sour potato shreds. The chef didn't even put a carrot in it, and it was mouth-watering.

The staple food that can be made into a dish, is this still a staple food?

Unheard of!

"My lord, it is indeed made of potatoes."

Aunt Cuihua's performance was much better than that of the elders in the village, and she introduced them to everyone in a proud tone, from the simple boiled potatoes to the most complicated shredded potatoes, without missing a single one.

All the officials picked up their chopsticks to taste, and they couldn't help showing surprise expressions every time they entered the mouth.

"So this thing can be used as a staple food as well as a dish? God bless me, Dayan!"

"Not bad, I heard that this thing was dug out from Shennong Mountain?"

"As expected of Baoshan!"

(End of this chapter)