At noon that day, the villagers cut the potatoes they brought home into cubes and cooked them for dinner.
Afterwards, as if they had made an appointment, they all rushed to Song's house and stared at Song Wufu excitedly: "Village Chief, you are so unkind, you didn't tell us that potatoes are so delicious!"
They thought that this thing looked similar to sweet potatoes, the yield was a bit higher than sweet potatoes, and the taste must be similar to sweet potatoes. Unexpectedly, as soon as the water boiled, the fragrance of potatoes spread out with the steam.
The rich aroma is beyond comparison with sweet potatoes; the delicate taste is beyond their imagination.
It is no exaggeration to say that it tastes better than freshly cooked rice!
Who wouldn’t want to get the seeds of this high-yielding and delicious food and plant it on ten or eight acres?
Song Wufu knew very well the purpose of the villagers coming here, and had to tell them a fact that would disappoint them: "The potatoes recovered today are less than 7,000 kilograms. Calculated based on the fact that one acre of land requires 300 kilograms of potato seeds, these potatoes are also
Just over twenty acres are planted, which is not enough for each family to plant one acre."
The villagers' eyes widened, but their focus was distorted: Seven thousand kilograms? Nearly seven thousand kilograms of grain was grown on four acres of land? Darling, that's incredible!
Facing the enthusiastic gazes of the villagers, Song Wufu, who had experienced strong winds and waves, was also a little numb: "There are too few potatoes, but I will spread them a little more for each family. As long as you take care of them carefully, the potatoes harvested next year will be able to grow in many varieties."
Two acres.”
When enough potatoes are harvested to cover all the fields at home, they can be sold as seeds. The income in the first few years will not be worse than growing rice.
The villagers calmed down, and Song Baolai took the initiative to ask: "Your family found these potato seeds. If you plant them for us, will we get paid or will we pay back the potatoes in proportion to the harvest after planting them?"
Hearing this, everyone looked at Song Wufu.
Before they came, they were prepared to buy potato seeds at a high price. This kind of high-yielding and delicious food would not be short of buyers when sold outside, and they were embarrassed not to pay.
Song Wufu shook his head: "No money is required. Whatever you take away, you will pay back in the future."
More than half of the more than 6,000 kilograms of potatoes would not be worth much if planted evenly. What he wanted was for the whole village to plant them together and push the potatoes to the entire Huai'an Prefecture and even all places suitable for growing potatoes as soon as possible.
With so much land in our family, the potatoes we grow in the future will be almost as much as those grown in the whole village, so we don’t have to worry about making any money.
The villagers didn't expect that Song Wufu didn't want money, let alone potatoes in proportion to the harvest. They looked at Song Wufu as if he were his own father: "Village Chief, you are so kind! With you as the village chief, we are all the best."
What a blessing to the village!”
No wonder the old village chief fell in love with Uncle Wufu before he left office.
In the past, they used their own money to open a girls' school, and now they borrow potato seeds for free. If they were village chiefs, they would never be as grand as Uncle Wufu, who would do great things and good things for the whole village without any selfish motives.
After sending away the tearful villagers, Song Wufu wiped his sweat, looked at the potatoes on the ground and said to himself: "If everyone hadn't offered sacrifices to an ancestor, and I happened to be the village chief, I wouldn't have been so generous...
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Zhang Xiaomei heard this and said in a rough voice: "You, the village chief, have done everything you should and shouldn't do. From now on, no one in the village will dare to show evil intentions to our family. No one in the village will dare to say anything without giving him any benefits."
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Song Wufu chuckled: "It's normal for people to have their own little thoughts. As long as they don't hinder us from making a fortune with the whole village, we can just turn a blind eye."
Zhang Xiaomei hummed: "Anyway, we are extremely benevolent to the village. If someone envies our house or our fields in the future, I will not let him off lightly!"
Song Wufu said seriously: "I am the village chief. If there is such a rat shit, I will be the first to drive him out of the village."
With his words, Zhang Xiaomei felt a lot more at ease.
After a few days, the moisture on the surface of the potatoes dried. The Song family stored them in the cellar according to last year's method, filling the entire cellar.
Realizing that his cellar was too small, there would be no room to plant the new potato seeds next year, so he couldn't wait and hired a few masters who specialized in cellar digging. Not only did he expand his cellar, he also asked them to add some to the Niu family.
I dug a big one.
If he hadn't been worried about causing He Hong's dissatisfaction, he would have liked to dig one in the backyard.
Song Wufu's action of digging a cellar attracted the whole village to imitate him.
For a time, new soil was piled in front of every house.
He Hong tasted the potatoes sent by the Song family and became very interested in potatoes.
In my spare time, I chatted with Song Xixi, and there was a trace of sadness in my tone: "If potatoes had appeared twenty years earlier, nearly 10,000 soldiers would not have starved to death in that battle at the border."
That year, floods broke out in the south of the Yangtze River, causing crops to fail and nearly tens of millions of people to suffer from famine. The border officers also had a very difficult life and often went on patrol hungry.
On the contrary, a severe drought occurred among the foreigners, and the pastures dried up and died, and the cattle and sheep starved to death in the fields. In order to survive this crisis, the foreigners invaded the border towns, burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of evil.
The soldiers at the border were hungry to defend themselves against the enemy, and their food and grass lines were cut off by the enemy. As a result, the soldiers were deprived of supplies for three months. In the end, they were so hungry that all the turf and branches were eaten away. However, nearly 10,000 soldiers were still hungry.
die.
He Hong's best brother was also one of the people who starved to death. Before he died, He Hong, who was also about to starve to death, ate him.
How could He Hong bear it and bury him with tears?
Unexpectedly, when he went to visit again the next day, there was only a big pit waiting for him silently.
Song Xixi didn't know about this tragic incident. When she thought of the ultimate goal set by 001 for her, her eyes were full of determination: "Sir, one day, there will be no hunger in the world!"
He Hong choked slightly, thinking that she was talking big words out of childishness. But when he met her clear eyes, his expression showed confusion: "Will such a day happen?"
Song Xixi nodded heavily: "Definitely!"
He Hong suddenly laughed: "Yes, I will."
His eyes fell on an open space next to the martial arts arena, and he slowly opened his palms: "These hands have killed countless people, but they have never worked in farming. When the time for planting potatoes comes, give me some."
Song Xixi keenly felt that her husband had changed, like a dead tree sprouting new buds in spring, and she felt happy in her heart: "Yes, sir."
This year, the Song family germinated green and red peppers and Chaotian peppers in advance. During this period, the temperature rose steadily and no bad weather was encountered. After transplanting, these two crops grew well.
No, June has just entered, and Song Jin stationed in Zoujiazhuang brought back the good news that the green and red are about to mature.
Before Song Xixi went to check, Zhao Mingliang rushed over in a hurry. As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't wait to ask whether Chaotian pepper had entered the picking period.
He arrived at just the right time. The first crop of peppers had indeed entered the picking period, but there were not many of them. There were only one or two red ones on each plant, but there were quite a few that were half red and half green.
Fortunately, the green ones are spicy enough, so you can pick a lot just before they are about to enter the ripening stage.
Seeing Zhao Mingliang in such a hurry, Song Xixi wondered: "We have made a supply contract with you, and these peppers cannot escape, why are you in such a hurry?"