The Second Regiment has been reduced to small units.

Many forests have small fields and do not need much manpower.

The only way to enter these fields is rudimentary dirt roads, and the only way to bring potatoes out is to carry them by hand.

Yang Mingzhi finally stood in such a potato field, which is a land of about 3,000 square meters. Like the farmland, it is also densely packed with potato nurseries.

The environment here is very good, and when you look up, the tall red pines grow very tall for the sun, and they surround the field, as if the dome of the forest has opened a skylight, or the field is the bottom of a well.

Yang Mingzhi, who has a basic understanding of agriculture, is not only worried: "Is this environment sunny enough?" There is also a group of large trees competing with potatoes for nutrients, and their roots can expand? ”

Originally, a platoon of soldiers was in charge here, but now with the guards brought by Yang Mingzhi, a total of 70 people participated in the excavation.

The personnel were immediately divided into groups, some of them only digging and some of them collecting potatoes.

Yang Mingzhi was one of many excavators, and the order had been given and he began his work.

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Eating the potatoes that you dig yourself, the excavation work becomes even more meaningful. The only fly in the ointment is that the yield and the size of the potatoes here are significantly smaller than those in the fields outside the forest.

Ravlendi was a little frustrated, and as if he had made a mistake, he leaned in front of the chief who was crouching on the ground and sweating.

"I'm sorry, we still haven't taken care of the land, the potatoes here are too small, many are only the size of eggs!"

"Yes! I've paid attention too! Yang Mingzhi wiped a handful of sweat, and forgot that his right hand was still full of mud, and at this moment, a flash of light suddenly hit.

Yang Mingzhi turned his head vigilantly, only to see that Bersky actually smiled and saluted. This guy's film didn't run out, or was it a new roll that Yerenkina pulled out of a crack in the ground and forgot to hide somewhere?

Glancing at the man, Yang Mingzhi continued to respond to Ravlianji.

Because he is not an agriculturist, Yang Mingzhi uses his own knowledge to explain why the farmland here is not very productive.

"There's a lack of light, potatoes don't grow as well outside the forest, and the trees rob them of nutrients. The most important point is that the production of fertilizers is too small......"

Ravlianji applauded as if he didn't understand, "It seems that the chief still knows how to farm!" ”

If he praises, he will praise it, and Yang Mingzhi is not humble. The fact is that the fields in this forest are not yielding, and this was not discussed at the meeting. But from another point of view, I don't have to dwell on this, Maozimen's expectations for potatoes are not high, and it is understandable to grow into the size of an egg, as long as the quantity is large, there is no problem.

Seventy men marched together and swept the field from two directions.

Yang Mingzhi, who is the commander of the group army, pouted his buttocks, and the other "farmers" worked together, a little bit of homework, and even dug out potatoes that were only the size of sparrow eggs. Potatoes that are too small have a lot of potential, and if they are sent to a greenhouse to germinate, they can be quickly replanted as seeds, including those the size of sparrow eggs.

Today's lunch is to eat these freshly dug potatoes. Because this is the reward for digging, everyone has the right to a full meal on this day. This is a rare opportunity for many villagers, and the heavy physical exertion of digging work also forces people to eat more.

At noon, more than half of the 3,000 square meters of land had been swept away, and as long as you had eaten and worked again, you could call it a day.

Yang Mingzhi sweated a lot, he sat quietly on the edge of the ridge, holding the kettle to fill it vigorously, and then took out a cigarette case, holding two lights in his mouth, one smoked by himself, and handed it to his close subordinate Rav Lianji.

This concern touched Ravlianji, who puffed out a smoke ring and showed off his strange skills. The officers played like this, and the soldiers imitated it, except that the officers smoked captured German goods, and the soldiers often found hay from nowhere to use as tobacco leaves, and rolled them into so-called horses and smoke with torn paper, which was no different from sucking in the green smoke of a firewood. Fortunately, there was tobacco in the airdrop item, which solved the needs of a group of soldiers.

When it comes to eating potatoes, Belarus has a variety of methods, the most common of which is baked potatoes.

Bonfires were lit, and soldiers peeled off the potatoes with daggers they carried with them, threaded them with thin branches, and roasted them over the flames. Others threw the potatoes at the bottom of the hot fire and roasted them.

Seeing that the soldiers were eating lunch like this, the canned beef in the backpack was no longer needed, and Yang Mingzhi also made potato skewers for himself and baked them with the soldiers......

Soldiers usually have a large appetite, and the large amount of physical exertion forces the person to eat too much. Before the arrival of the airdrops, the majority of soldiers relied on these potatoes to survive.

Yang Mingzhi's homemade potato skewers are basically baked, and the aroma is drooling. He sprinkled salt on the potatoes and ate them as simple as that.

As for the others, they used sticks to pull out the black clumps buried in the hot ashes, and when their temperature was lowered, they gently told the outside to be wiped off, leaving only the core fruit. This method of baking potatoes is most common among front-line soldiers, after all, in the trenches, water is also a precious resource, so why waste water to boil potatoes?

It is said that eating barbecue often can cause cancer, but it is no longer intentional to say this. Yang Mingzhi ate a bunch of them, but he didn't feel that it was enjoyable, and the wooden sticks that were licked clean were put on several cut skins.

After eating the picnic, the excavation was soon over. The 3,000-square-meter field is a rich harvest, with piles of potatoes dug up.

These potatoes are generally not big, but they are extremely numerous, Yang Mingzhi still doesn't know the starch content of local varieties, so he rushes at his bulging stomach because of overeating, and his strong physical strength, he knows that these grains are really the best!

Wiping a handful of hard sweat, Yang Mingzhi knew that more important things were still waiting for it.

After the end of the war, the Soviet Union would have had time to work on agriculture, and they would develop mechanized agriculture, such as the heavy work of harvesting potatoes, which in many areas had been replaced by machinery. At present, people still have to use the ancient method, sack by sack!

Looking at this hill-like pile of potatoes, Yang Mingzhi only felt a sore shoulder, and what he should do could not be delayed for a moment.

Holding his shovel aloft, he shouted at the busy soldiers: "Attention comrades, we will transport the potatoes out of the forest now!" Don't smoke anymore and act now! ”

No one dared to disobey this order, and when they smoked the ordinary cigarette and stuffed it into their pockets, the soldiers untied their escape pockets and began to fill the potatoes desperately into it.

Yang Mingzhi wiped a handful of sweat, the big-brimmed military hat had already been put aside, and he tied a towel to his head, which in the eyes of the Russians, really looked like the dress of a Russian working woman. In short, the sweat on your head after doing this will not wash your face again.

He glanced around, and the soldiers began to load, including Lavrenti.

But those people were still holding notebooks, and pens were writing on them......