The wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers, and the early rice sown in the spring equinox is planted before the Qingming rain, and it blooms when it comes to the mango planting season. Compared with the main households of nearly 50,000, the tenants in Yongzhou are not much, but they are the most harmonious time. On the rice field, a piece of green, looking very gratifying.

Li Boyan "returned triumphantly", returned to Yongzhou, and began to prepare to fill this year's big hole.

Zhao Ruyu walked into the somewhat stuffy greenhouse, looked at a patch of green plants, and asked, "Da Lang, is this a mutated rice seed?" I don't want to look at this leaf. ”

Li Boyan smiled and said, "Teacher, you will know when you put one up." ”

Zhao Ruyu shook his hand again and again, and said cautiously: "Such a divine thing, this has not yet set head, and it is not easy to exaggerate the planting of one plant." ”

Zhao Ruyu is also right, if a rice plant bears 100 ears, if it is pulled out now, next year it is equivalent to 100 seedlings less, and the harvest will be more than 10,000 ears less, and the year after next will be less than 1 million grains! One year less is equivalent to one less geometric multiple of growth, and it is naturally reluctant to pull it out.

"Teacher, pull it up, it's mature."

Zhao Ruyu wiped his eyes, glanced at Li Boyan, and said, "The teacher is not old and dizzy. This obviously doesn't bear ears, do you have to say that it is ripe, this is eating leaves, or eating stems, can there be a yield of 20 stones per mu? Hugh was going to tease the old man. ”

"You'll know when you pull it out."

Zhao Ruyu was also annoyed by Li Boyan's words, leaned over and rolled up his sleeves, and grabbed the stems and leaves close to the ground.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Eh, it's quite heavy, Dalang, could this ear of rice grow in the ground?" Zhao Ruyu shook the loose soil, and finally straightened up a little.

Finally, a series of yellow potatoes were dragged up with mud, and they almost fell to Zhao Ruyu.

Zhao Ruyu got closer, stared at the few mud-stained potatoes with big eyes, picked one, put it in front of Li Boyan, and asked suspiciously, "This is the rice you told Weishi?" ”

Li Boyan innocently took the potatoes and said with a smile: "I didn't tell the teacher about rice, it's just that this thing can yield twenty stones per mu." ”

"Can you eat this?"

Li Boyan plucked another plant and said, "Teacher, try my craft?" ”

"You? It won't be to take Liu Ji to go, don't go, don't go, I'm so upset, if I don't make it clear today, I'm not going anywhere! ”

Li Boyan smiled and said: "It's on the Zhuangzi, Ma Bo, go and make a pile of firewood." ”

"Oh, okay. Zhao Xianggong, the little old man retreated first. Marber bared a few yellow teeth, and smiled hehehe.

The firewood pile was quickly cooked, and Qijin put the pot on top and asked, "Young master, are you going to stir-fry?" Would you like to get some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar? ”

Li Boyan shook his head and smiled, and threw a few unsightly potatoes in his hand to the fire to bake.

Zhao Ruyu on the side sat on the bamboo chair, looked at him suspiciously, and asked in disbelief: "Da Lang, can you eat it just by roasting it like this?" Do you want to mix some water or something? Although he had never cooked in his life, he had never eaten pork and seen pigs run, so Zhao Ruyu looked at these yellow mud-like potatoes placed by the fire, and couldn't help but remind them.

After a long time, Li Boyan took out a few baked potatoes and said to Qijin: "Go, get some salt." ”

After baking potatoes, peel the crispy skin on the outside and sprinkle with a little salt, you can bring out the original soft and glutinous aroma and flavor to the extreme, without any condiments. Zhao Ruyu took the potatoes handed by Li Boyan and looked at him suspiciously, "Da Lang, can you eat this thing?" How come you've never seen it? ”

"Don't worry, it's absolutely delicious."

Li Boyan said so, and Zhao Ruyu reluctantly knocked his teeth a little and chewed them in his mouth.

"What does the teacher think? What does it taste like? ”

Zhao Ruyu didn't taste anything for the first time, took another bite, some hot potatoes rolled a few times on the tip of his tongue, exhaled a few times, nodded, and said, "It's not unpleasant, but the taste is quite light." ”

Li Boyan said with a smile: "Sprinkle some salt grains, and the teacher will try the taste again." ”

Zhao Ruyu sprinkled a little salt, and didn't care how hot it was, so he stuffed it into his mouth.

"Shhh...... Delicious! Spray fragrant soft and glutinous, what is this? Why has the old man never eaten it? ”

Li Boyan also took a baked potato, put a little salt in it, chewed it in his mouth, and said, "The teacher actually ate it." ”

"Eaten?" Zhao Ruyu thought about it and frowned: "Why don't I remember?" ”

Li Boyan smiled: "The teacher forgot? Ketchup fries. ”

"Oh! Is it the sweet and sour one? It tastes so different. ”

Li Boyan said: "The raw material of the tomato sauce fries is this potato. It's just fried and served with sauce, and the taste is different. Liu Ji can do this kind of cooking method, but if it is a disaster year, what about those disaster victims? ”

Zhao Ruyu stopped chewing in his mouth, stared at the half potato in his hand, and was suddenly stunned.

"Big ...... Lang, you let me slow down. ”

"Huh? Teacher, are you choking? Seven pounds, those waters. ”

Zhao Ruyu shook his head and said, "No! No. You mean, the value of this thing is 20 stone per mu? ”

"yes!"

Zhao Ruyu's hand holding the potato suddenly trembled, and unconsciously burst into tears.

Twenty stones!

Twenty stones!

With such a divine object, why can't the Great Song Dynasty support all the displaced people?

Zhao Ruyu saw that Li Boyan was about to put a few raw potatoes into the fire again, and hurriedly stopped: "Da Lang, listen to the teacher's words, okay?" ”

"Teacher, you say."

Zhao Ruyu clenched the potatoes that had not yet been put by Li Boyan on the side of the fire, and said: "From now on, for the sake of those displaced people in the Great Song Dynasty who have no rice to eat and no land to plant, it should be for them, don't waste any more potatoes, and Liu Ji won't sell them anymore, okay?" I knew that such a sacred object related to the livelihood of the country was there, how could I bear it at the beginning, and I wanted to be so quick at that moment! ”

Li Boyan said with a smile: "Teacher, rest assured, potatoes can be harvested this year, 100 acres, 1,000 acres can be planted next year, and in another three to four years, you can promote the whole territory." ”

Zhao Ru said with joy: "Okay, good!" As he spoke, he took another bite of the potato, "This thing can satisfy the stomach, and the taste is not bad, wonderful!" ”

Li Boyan said: "Planting is not a difficult thing, teacher, if you want to promote, it is not something we can decide." ”

"What about rice that yields seven stones per acre? Where? ”

Li Boyan smiled bitterly: "In another month, Mr. will know." ”

Li Kangda suddenly ran over and said, "Bo Yan, ah, Zhao Xianggong is also here, just right." ”

"What's the matter with Conda?"

Li Kangda bowed to Zhao Xianggong and said, "Your protégé, Bo Yan's classmate, has an accident." ”

"Black charcoal?"

"Pan Chao?"