After the meal, Huang Qiuyun took the task of boiling potatoes from Zhang Chunlan, washed the potatoes one by one, cut them into small cubes and cooked them.
Although they knew that the wild boar was unlikely to be poisonous after eating it, the Song family was cautious and still separated the two pigs and fed only one of them.
As soon as he smelled the aroma of cooked potatoes, the pig began to bark anxiously. When half a bucket of cooked potatoes was poured into the trough, he began to eat hard, his ears flickering up and down, not to mention how energetic he was.
Soon the half-barrel of cooked potatoes was completely eaten, and the pig's belly became bulging, and it lay lazily on the hay unwilling to move.
Everyone waited by the pig pen for half an hour. The pig showed no signs of poisoning. However, the pig that was temporarily locked in the cowshed kept grunting dissatisfied and irritable because it could not eat cooked potatoes.
Now everyone was completely relieved. Song Wufu was the first to go to the kitchen and twist a piece of cooked potato to eat.
He originally had no hope for the taste of potatoes, but he was suddenly stunned when the potatoes entered his mouth.
"What's wrong? It tastes bad?" Zhang Xiaomei was so curious that she couldn't help but pick up a piece and throw it into her mouth. Her eyes widened and she was stunned.
Seeing the reaction of the old couple, the others couldn't help but tasted a piece one after another, with the same expressions.
Song Xixi pretended that it was her first time to eat it, with her eyes widened in shock: "Pink and glutinous, so delicious!"
The others came to their senses and reached out to the potatoes in the pot again.
This anxious look looked like he hadn't eaten for three days and three nights.
Niu Dahan said incoherently: "This, this pimple looks a bit like a sweet potato. The taste and texture are much better than the sweet potato. It has a strong fragrance and is very delicate. It is a good thing to satisfy your hunger!"
Everyone nodded, and before they destroyed the potatoes in the pot, Song Xixi quickly sprinkled a spoonful of salt into it.
The salty potatoes naturally taste better, and everyone is already thinking about how to cook these lumps to make them more delicious.
Song Wufu ate the last piece of potato, and the light in his eyes was extremely hot: "Good stuff, haha, good stuff! Save the seeds, all the lumps will stay, we must plant them out!"
No one objected to this proposal.
At a young age, once they figure out how to grow it, their family can make a lot of money and become a famous landowner by selling this delicious and high-yielding rice dumpling.
On a larger scale, if the pimple is successfully spread, millions of poor people can be saved from hunger. This is something that no amount of gold and silver can buy.
Song Xixi took the opportunity to suggest: "Let's choose a name. We can't keep calling it lumpy."
The others became interested and racked their brains to think of it.
Zhang Chunlan was the first to suggest: "This pimple grows in the soil, is similar in color to the soil, and looks round like big beans. Why not call it a potato?"
Song Xixi, who originally wanted to speak, swallowed the words that reached her lips, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Different time and space, same name, is this probably the fate of Tudou?
Potato?
The others recited the name silently, and the more they recited it, the more simple and easy it became to remember. There is nothing more suitable than this: "Okay, this is a good name, we will call it Potato from now on!"
After deciding on a name, everyone discussed the storage method, and finally decided to follow the storage method of sweet potatoes.
Of course, during the storage process, you will always pay attention to the changes in the potatoes. If there are signs of mold, it means the storage method is wrong, and you must think of other methods.
Song Xixi listened for a while and found that the storage techniques were similar to those provided by 001, so she did not say anything to remind her.
Some villagers came to ask about Lupao.
Knowing that pigs like to eat this stuff and that it tastes good enough for people to eat, the villagers started talking about it, and soon someone suggested to Song Wufu, the incoming village chief, to try growing potatoes.
There is more than one person with a long-term vision. Farmers who dig in the fields all year round have a bold attitude towards all edible crops.
Song Wufu concealed the true yield and taste of potatoes, and told the truth about his arrangements for potatoes. There was no doubt that the villagers were looking forward to the success of the potato trial planting, so that they could buy potato seeds from the Song family in the coming year, and give their own several acres of dry land.
Plant on.
The reason why we concealed the true yield of potatoes was because we were worried that if word got out, it would attract competition from others.
You must know that among the existing crops, only sweet potatoes can barely compete with potatoes in terms of yield per acre, but the taste is far inferior. Revealing the various advantages of potatoes in advance may become an obstacle to the promotion of potatoes in advance.
After successfully exposing the potato to people without arousing anyone's suspicion, Song Xixi seemed to have unloaded a big stone. She felt much more relaxed, and most of her thoughts were focused on the ground behind the house.
After a month of growth, all the seeds took root and sprouted successfully, growing into a plant half a meter high, except for the watermelon seeds mixed in.
This thing grows close to the ground. As the temperature rises, it grows wildly, and vines grow out overnight.
Fortunately, when planting, Song Xixi was reminded by 001 and deliberately planted the watermelon seeds around the perimeter of the plot, otherwise they would have been crowded into a ball and "rolled to death" inside.
Such changes attracted the attention of the Song family.
Huang Qiuyun reminded: "Xixi, these vines are very similar to cucumbers and loofahs. They are probably a kind of fruit that we don't know about. Do we need to build a wooden frame to put them up?"
Song Xixi shook her head: "It's too troublesome. Let's see what they grow after they bloom."
The variety of watermelon she redeemed was a large watermelon that could weigh thirty or forty pounds and could be bent even by a stainless steel frame, let alone a wooden one.
Although the newly planted plot of land is not fertile enough, it is unlikely that the watermelon will grow so big, but it will not be a problem to grow more than ten or twenty kilograms.
Another advantage of this variety is that it can save seeds. As long as the watermelon grows well, the quality of the watermelon produced from the second generation seeds will not be worse than that of the first generation.
As for the dozen or so flower seeds she bought, Song Xixi didn’t know any of them. Whether they will be flowers or edible crops will not be known for a while.
On this day, Du Wei's attendant came over and asked Song Xixi to take 250 to the capital.
It turned out that there was a family whose child was lost, and after many connections, he was entrusted to Du Wei. He wanted 250 to help find him and offered him a reward of 1,000 taels of silver.
It didn't matter what the reward was, the main reason was that Song Xixi happened to be free. Erbai Wu hadn't done any real work for a while, and her pole needed further training, so she happily took over the job with the reward and the three dogs happily.