There are two major problems in the promotion of potatoes, one is the obstruction of the local squire, and the reason why the squire is called the squire is because of his high reputation in the countryside.

No matter how high they are, they can't be as high as the Song family, which has done a lot of good deeds, and in front of Old Lady Song and Zhu Shun, the prestige of those squires collapsed in an instant.

No matter how much they instigated the villagers, few people listened to them.

The second is that the villagers do not cooperate with the planting, out of ignorance of potatoes, they were indeed resisted when they first started to promote.

However, when the villagers heard that it was the request of Mrs. Song and Mr. Zhu, they gritted their teeth and agreed, and planted potatoes under the leadership of Xu Guangqi and some people who were proficient in potato planting.

Early July.

Old lady Song and Zhu Shun set up an altar in Huangcun to worship the shrine god, and several famous old men were sent from various townships in Shuntianfu to come over to worship.

Today is the day of the potato harvest, and I hope that the land will be abundant.

Shimoda of Huang Village, behind the village.

Skirting a sparkling river, I saw a large patch of green potato leaves.

Look around.

Under the sun.

The land is covered with endless green leaves, like a sea of green.

Old lady Song, Zhu Shun and everyone else stood on the ridge of the field, looking at the boundless greenery, and felt inexplicably comfortable.

For the croppers, greenery is the hope of survival.

Mrs. Song deliberately changed into a coarse cloth placket today, carried a hoe, and walked into geography.

Rolled up his sleeves and bent down to hoe hard.

Soon a large bunch of oval-shaped things were planed, similar in color to ripe rice.

Old lady Song dug out the first bunch of potatoes, and Zhu Shun and a group of people from the Textile Association walked into the field with a smile and began to hoe.

As more and more potatoes were shaved out, the old men who stood on the ridges of the fields watched, their thin palms on crutches trembled.

After half a pillar of incense.

All the potatoes in an acre of land were dug out by Zhu Shun and others, taken to the ground, and the soil on them was washed off.

Old lady Song stroked her beard and laughed: "Pass the scale." ”

Two strong men brought a large scale, on which hung a large basket, and on which a thick wooden rod was crossed.

Zhu Shun and the others filled the big basket, and two strong men carried thick wooden sticks and lifted the rod scale.

"Fifty-one pounds."

After weighing a basket of potatoes, pour the potatoes aside, and continue to weigh the remaining potatoes.

"One hundred pounds."

"Two hundred pounds."

"Five hundred pounds."

The old men on crutches, when they heard the person who reported the account say five hundred catties, trembled with excitement, when did they have such a bumper harvest after planting the land all their lives.

"Eight hundred pounds."

"A thousand pounds."

"Fifteen hundred pounds."

When they heard about 1,500 catties, the old men spontaneously knelt on the ground and bowed in the direction of the altar of the shrine god, thanking the shrine god for the blessing that the land could be harvested.

"Eighteen hundred pounds."

"Two thousand pounds."

"Two thousand pounds!"

The last sentence of two thousand and one hundred catties fell, and the white-haired old men couldn't help but shed tears, but Old Lady Song and Zhu Shun did not deceive them.

From then on, I was finally able to eat enough.

Old lady Song and Zhu Shun helped the white-haired old men up one by one, and laughed happily: "Everyone should hurry back and lead the villagers to harvest potatoes." ”

The white-haired old men hurriedly stood up, arched their hands, and left here neatly, and even a few white-haired old men ran away.

The white-haired old men left, and more than a month later, another group of people came to Huangcun.

In front of the Song Flour Mill was a wide river, surrounded by an open area without a single tree.

A large grain field was specially leveled at the back.

The potatoes are washed, crushed, dried, and finally milled into flour, and the month's yield is stacked in the grain yard.

Chongzhen and Donglin Dang came to the grain field in front of Song's flour mill.

I saw a hill of hills in the empty grain field, all of which were sacks of potato flour.

Chongzhen sat on the Luan chariot, surrounded by a gorgeous guard of honor, and a famous brocade guard stood outside.

Officials, led by the Donglin Party, stood nearby.

When the Donglin Party saw the mountain-like hemp bags, they were completely relieved, pretending to be like some, there were two or three thousand hemp bags stacked and some people believed it.

There are more than 20,000 hemp bags piled up on the grain field, even if one contains 100 catties of potato flour, 20,000 selap bags are 2 million catties.

Two million catties?

You are a fool when you are a Donglin party, even if there are really immortals, so much flour can smash the immortals to death.

Liu Hanru was originally standing in the middle of a pile of white pheasant complement official uniforms, after seeing so many hemp leather pockets.

The officials, who were good at observing words and colors, silently walked from the side of the head of the Ministry of Literature and Selection to Liu Hanru.

Liu Hanru, who has never felt the taste of the center of power like today, couldn't help but swell a little for a while.

violated the rules of officialdom and walked out of the circle of Zhengwupinlang, and entered the circle of Zhengsanpinlang, these central ministers.

If it was in normal times, even if the son of the party leader was so unruly, he would have been reprimanded a long time ago.

Seeing Liu Hanru walking over, the elderly waiters all kept silent and acquiesced in the matter.

After today, Liu Hanru is not only a big celebrity in the Donglin Party, but also the only remaining waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and everyone is equal in status, so they acquiesce that this reserve waiter is standing nearby.

If you can't sit down, your career in this life will come to an end.

Liu Hanru stroked his beard and smiled: "Gu Shilang, this official thinks that it should be filled with soil." ”

Gu Shilang glanced at it a few times, and then didn't have the heart to continue looking, relying on his past experience, he analyzed the Tao at the head: "The bottom is the soil, and the top is the straw." ”

"If it's all dirt, it's too heavy, and I don't have that much time to prepare."

The words of the two basically expressed the inner thoughts of all the officials present, whether it was dirt or straw, it would not be potato flour anyway.

There were also a lot of squires and merchants nearby, and Wang Dengku, one of the seven Jin merchants, was completely relieved to see so many hemp bags.

Wang Dengku, who was really worried about Zhu Shun playing something, relaxed and half-lay in the carriage, and said easily through the open curtain: "Dengke, I didn't want to let you resign a few days ago, so rest assured." ”

Clan brother Wang Dengke has been in a very bad mood these days because of his resignation, looking at the piles of hemp bags, he is in a good mood: "Brother is really far-sighted. ”

"In the past two days, I have settled down at home, and I will leave for Liaodong immediately, and the real rich days of our Wang family are coming."

Wang Dengku thought of a noble clan that was eternally rich and noble, created by himself, and actually felt that he had experienced the mood of those founding emperors at the founding ceremony.

At this moment, Wang Dengku couldn't help but want to write a poem.

Knowing that Chongzhen had arrived, Zhu Shun walked out wearing a short-sleeved placket, handed the West French party a reassuring look, and shouted, "Welcome to the emperor." ”

Chongzhen was in a very good mood when he saw the mountain-like hemp skin pockets, and he couldn't wait to see Donglin Dang's deflated expression, and immediately asked, "Zhu Aiqing, how much flour has been milled in a month." ”

Zhu Shun said a number that made Chongzhen almost bounce off Luan's car.

"Three and a half million catties."

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