In addition, Guo Zhiyuan's expansion of the county school, so that the children of ordinary people can also study, these wealthy families are very repulsed, because it threatens their sense of class superiority, so these people not only will not give sweet potatoes any good evaluation, but also set up obstacles for Guo Zhiyuan to promote sweet potato planting, for example, Chen Huaili announced to his tenant farmers, I don't care if you want to grow sweet potatoes, but I only collect millet and rice, not sweet potatoes!

In this way, ordinary people have concerns, although they have a good impression of Guo Zhiyuan, but this is a major matter related to their eating problems, what if they are delayed from planting sweet potatoes and can't pay the rent? And there is a risk here, if they receive sweet potato seedlings, but nothing is planted, where can they find sweet potato seeds to compensate the county government?

So after Guo Zhiyuan's notice was posted, almost no one responded, and no one went to the governor and the county office to register, Xu Guangqi was most concerned about this matter, and he was a little anxious when he saw this situation, but Guo Zhiyuan said unhurriedly: "Sir, don't worry, I only have a way!" ”

A week after Guo Zhiyuan posted a notice to promote sweet potato planting, the people suddenly heard the county officials banging on the gong and shouting along the street: "Tomorrow at noon, the county official will hold a food festival outside the city, please participate in the villagers on time, and you can taste the food for free, don't miss it!" ......", at the same time, the towns to which Gutian County belongs also have officials to preach.

What the hell is a "food festival"? The common people are naturally the first to hear this new term, but the general meaning is still clear, there are free delicious tastes that are naturally not in vain, and they are also very curious about the new tricks that Guo Zhiyuan, the county official, has made from time to time, so the people in the county seat and the four miles and eight townships came to see the excitement the next day.

The venue of the food festival is in the open space where Guo Zhiyuan has engaged in the "Warrior Breakthrough" activity last time, at this time a platform has been set up in the open space, more than a dozen temporary earthen stoves in front of the platform are lined up, more than a dozen large pots are placed on the stove, and a few pots are covered with lids, and they can't see what is inside, but there are a pungent aroma wafting out of the pot, and there are a few pots without lids, but there is nothing in them except oil. The people were all hooked by this aroma, if it weren't for the fierce regimental training village soldiers standing around to maintain order, they really wanted to open the lid to see what was inside?

Guo Zhiyuan saw that the audience was already full of ordinary people, and the heads of the black pressure were too many to count, so he stood up and walked to the middle of the stage, and said loudly: "Fellow villagers, this official now announces the official start of the first sweet potato food festival in Gutian County!" ……”

What the? Sweet potato? The people in the audience were stunned when they heard this name, is the county official fooling us? Is this pot covered with sweet potatoes? Didn't you say you couldn't eat it? But why does it smell so good? The common people whispered to each other.

There was a buzz in the audience, but Guo Zhiyuan continued to himself: "Before tasting the food, this official first invites you folks to enjoy a program, poetry recitation, "I Love Sweet Potato"! ”

Then he waved his hand, and hundreds of Mengsheng came to the stage in a neat row, and began to chant loudly: "I love sweet potatoes, the yield per mu is dozens of stones, and the harvest in one season can be worth half a year's grain, and the millet is supercharged; I love sweet potatoes, they taste good, sweet and fragrant, they can be eaten raw and cooked, nutritious and healthy; I love sweet potatoes, the whole body is a treasure, the roots, stems and leaves are edible, you can make wine, the leaves are fed to the pigs, they grow fast, and they grow fat and big every day; I love sweet potatoes, planted in spring and summer, income in early winter, branches and leaves are extremely prosperous, grass filth is not tolerated, do not use hoes, no harm to farming, save trouble and worry, plant it is the most cost-effective...... I love sweet potatoes, rooted in the deep soil, eat seedlings to the end, can still be resurrected, insects and locusts are helpless, not afraid of natural disasters and not afraid of drought, from now on my life is not up to me! (Note: Pig is pig, because pig and Zhu homonym, in order to avoid secrecy, and not affect the livelihood of the people, Zhu Yuanzhang has specially issued a decree to change the name of pig to pig)

Hundreds of Mengsheng recited in unison, and the buzzing of the people went down in an instant, and the people's mouths opened wide when they heard it, and the poetry was the patent of the reader, and the common people would not, but they had never eaten pork and never seen a pig run? Is this also called poetry? However, I have to say that the 'poem' recited by the Mengsheng students is easy to understand, catchy and easy to remember, it sounds like it has a unique charm, and the meaning of the 'poem' is also understood by the people, but there is still some doubt on the face, is the sweet potato really as good as it is sung in the 'poem'? If it's really that good, this sweet potato is simply a divine thing!

In fact, Guo Zhiyuan's trick is still learned by Xu Guangqi in the time and space he did not cross, in history, Xu Guangqi wrote a "Sweet Potato Planting Thirteen Wins" to promote sweet potato planting, and summarized the thirteen benefits of planting sweet potatoes, so that the people are easy to understand, and the effect is very good, so Guo Zhiyuan simply went further and compiled it into a poem, which is catchy and easy to remember, and the publicity effect is naturally better.

Of course, propaganda alone is not enough, the key is to give the people an intuitive feeling, so Guo Zhiyuan did not make a grand statement, after the recitation, he immediately waved his hand and said: "Hearing is false, seeing is believing, the following official will introduce you to various delicacies made of sweet potatoes, open the first pot!" ”

As soon as the lid of the pot is opened, the fragrance is even stronger, and the people are curious to look into the pot, the first pot is a roasted sweet potato, and the roasted sweet potato is fragrant, but the appearance is very unsightly, the skin is burnt black, and the people have a feeling of disappointment, and begin to mutter, can this thing really be eaten?

Guo Zhiyuan knew that they would react like this, so he walked over unhurriedly and picked up a roasted sweet potato and broke it open, revealing the golden roasted potato meat inside, the eyes of the people suddenly lit up, the potato meat was golden and shiny, as if it had been smeared with oil, the potato meat could still be pulled out of the silk, and there was an appetite when looking at it, and more importantly, the tangy fragrance was stronger, so that they couldn't help but shake their Adam's apple up and down and swallow their saliva.

"Which folk would like to taste it first?" Guo Zhiyuan asked with a smile holding the sweet potato that had been broken in half.

The people have never eaten sweet potatoes, although they want to eat it very much, but they are a little hesitant, the last bachelor stood up, his family is poor, he can't even afford to marry a wife, there are often no last meals, and he hasn't eaten yet, the gluttonous worms in his stomach have already been hooked out by the fragrance of this roasted sweet potato, and he screamed, so he went out, took half of the roasted sweet potato from Guo Zhiyuan's hand, first carefully pulled a little potato meat and tasted it, his eyes suddenly widened, and then he began to gobble up, Being scalded by the hot potato flesh and grinning at it all is really funny.

(PS: It's not easy to write a book, it's even more difficult to write a historical novel, because there are not many readers who like to read historical novels, and I love to be more serious, I don't study history myself, this is also the first time I try to write a historical theme, there are naturally a lot of mistakes and omissions, some readers still think I write slowly, I want to write faster, but it's really not fast, compared to the limerick poem "I love sweet potatoes" in this chapter, I pondered for half an hour, maybe readers will feel irrelevant, but I think writing a book also needs the spirit of craftsmanship, Every detail must be carefully polished, so as to be worthy of the reader, and I hope that you can give me more understanding and support, so that this book will get better and better! ）