"You say, the potatoes are poisonous?"

Mu Qingli looked at the farmer in front of him and asked.

The farmer nodded violently and said honestly: "Yes, the potatoes are poisonous, you can't eat them, we went into the mountains two years ago to look for food, and there is a grass ...... in a piece of rain-washed turf."

"Wait, there's grass?" Mu Qingli interrupted Nonghan's words and asked, "How do you know that the grass is the potato we are looking for?" ”

The farmer patted his head: "Oh! It looks exactly like that picture. ”

Mu Qingli nodded, motioning to Nong Han to continue: "That grass, its roots were washed by the rain, revealing the yellow part, I thought it was a peanut, but after digging it out, I found that it was not, but a yellow, round thing, one plant grew several, at that time we were hungry, thinking that it was the same as peanuts, it grows in the ground, it should be edible, so I dug a few more, and each person washed a few and ate it." Who knew that after eating, our stomachs hurt so badly that we vomited non-stop, and we almost folded there and couldn't come back! The farmer said, but he was afraid.

After listening to this, Mu Qingli understood the crux of the matter: the reason why the daring potatoes were not spread was actually because of the discomfort caused by eating them raw, so they felt that they were poisonous?

Mu Qingli is angry and funny. "Okay, I understand, uncle, I can tell you that the potatoes are not poisonous, and the reason why you have a stomachache is purely because you eat it raw and eat so much at once."

The farmer was stunned: "What? Not toxic? No, we have eaten it, and we do have a stomachache, how can it not be poisonous? ”

Mu Qingli didn't bother to explain again, she thanked Zhang Lai and said, "Thank you Zhangzhou Mansion today, and I bothered Zhangzhou Mansion to arrange for this uncle to stay, tomorrow we will go into the mountain again to find this potato." ”

Zhang Xianmin said with a smile: "This is all a trivial matter, little brother Mu Qing is not polite, if you don't mind, can you tell this official, what is the use of this potato?" ”

Mu Qingli smiled, and asked instead of answering: "Dare to ask Zhangzhou Mansion, what is the highest yield crop in Weizhou?" ”

Zhang Xianmin has been in charge of the collection of military rations in Pingcheng for more than ten years, so he is naturally familiar with the abnormal: "The crop with the highest yield in Weizhou is naturally wheat, and when the harvest is good, the yield per mu can reach 700 catties, which is also our most important staple food." ”

"If there is such a crop, the worst yield per mu can be thousands of catties, what does Zhangzhou Mansion think?" The corners of Mu Qingli's mouth curled up and said with a light smile.

Thanks to all the holidays when I was a child, she stayed at her grandmother's house in the countryside, and she could only know some about simple farming.

Thousands of pounds, or the worst case!

Zhang Xianmin and Zhao Ziyang were taken aback by Mu Qingli's bold words, Zhang Xianmin waved his hand again and again, shook his head and said, "Impossible!" Even if it is a good fertile land, the highest yield of wheat per mu is 800 catties, how can there be a crop in this world that can easily yield 1,000 catties per mu, if there is, in this world, there will be no more starvation bones on the roadside? ”

Zhao Ziyang was surprised to understand what Mu Qingli was talking about: "Mu Qing, what you said, could it be this potato?" ”

Mu Qingli nodded, but didn't tell the truth, "This has to wait for tomorrow, we will go into the mountain to see if it is really a potato to be sure." ”

When Zhang Xianmin heard this, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and nodded in response. He knew too well that if there really were such high-yield crops, then Pingcheng would greatly reduce the starvation rate of the people. Although Weizhou is relatively peaceful, it is only limited to not having to worry about being wantonly killed by the Hu people. In the area of grain, many people starve to death every year. As the state capital, he was powerless to stop it, and over time, he was almost numb.

When the farmer saw that everyone was looking for the potato, he couldn't help muttering: "That thing is really poisonous, why doesn't anyone believe me......"