Chapter Seventy-Two: A Good Farmer
Zhao Ziyang's mouth was full of stuff, and he kept saying vaguely: "It's delicious, it's delicious......"
Mu Qingli smiled good-naturedly, and handed the baked potatoes to the two of them one by one, "This is a baked potato, although it is not as delicious as shredded potatoes, but it is also a good staple food, try it." ”
Zhang Xianmin took the baked potato, afraid of being robbed by Zhao Ziyang, he was about to stuff it into his mouth, Mu Qingli hurriedly stopped: "Zhangzhou Mansion!" You haven't skinned yet! ”
Zhang Xianmin, who was reminded, blushed with shame, how old he is, and he is still like a hairy child, making people laugh.
Before Zhao Ziyang swallowed the stuff in his mouth, he had already picked up the potatoes and peeled them, and he was reluctant to put down his hands when they were hot: "Mu Qing!" These potatoes are so delicious! It's a pity that such good things have not been discovered. ”
Mu Qingli agreed: "Indeed, this potato can be eaten in a variety of ways, it can be fried or stewed as a vegetable, baked and boiled as a staple food, ground into flour and pancakes, but unfortunately everyone thinks it is a poisonous thing, and it is missed." Mu Qingli guessed that it may be that the crops currently planted here can be eaten raw as long as they bear fruit underground, such as peanuts and radishes, so the potatoes have not been discovered.
Zhang Xianmin took two bites of baked potatoes and praised them sincerely: "This kind of crop has a soft taste and is easy to fill......
Zhao Ziyang obviously thought of this as well, and looked at Mu Qingli with more and more reverence in his eyes.
Mu Qingli looked at the two of them seriously: "As long as the potatoes and corn are successfully planted, the situation of the people starving to death will not appear under the jurisdiction of the Eastern Army of our town!" ”
If she could, she hoped that no one would starve to death in the whole world.
Zhang Xianmin got up and arched his hand towards Mu Qingli and said, "Where Brother Mu Qing needs Zhang's assistance, even if he speaks, Zhang will do his best to assist." He no longer calls himself a magistrate, but a peer.
Mu Qingli flashed aside, dodging Zhang Xianmin's salute, Hao said: "Zhangzhou Mansion doesn't have to salute like this, I am also a poor people, and seeking benefits for the people is my starting point, but now there is a matter, bothering Zhangzhou Mansion to find a few good farmers, and then we need to experiment with the existing corn and potatoes as soon as possible." ”
Zhang Xianmin laughed happily and squeezed out the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes: "Brother Mu Qing, don't worry, Zhang will find it for you as soon as possible." Then he took his leave and left.
Seeing that Mu Qingli didn't seem to plan to go back immediately, Zhao Ziyang asked, "Mu Qing, how long do you plan to stay in Pingcheng?" ”
Mu Qingli groaned, shook his head and said, "I don't know, if it goes well, it may take four or five days." ”
Zhao Ziyang bowed: "Okay, then I'll tell the eldest brother." "A man in the army is not allowed to leave without a reason.
Mu Qingli nodded, there was nothing she needed to handle at Hanmen Pass for the time being, and it was the right thing to stay in Pingcheng first to solve the big problem of food.
Zhangzhou Mansion soon found the farmer that Mu Qingli needed, looking at the tanned two people in front of him, Mu Qingli nodded with satisfaction, and then carefully taught the planting methods of corn and potatoes, as well as the growth habits, to the two, and said: "This corn and potato seeds are not easy to come by, don't plant them all at once, two uncles, you can try to plant half of them in the early stage, and keep half for later use." ”
The two of them are farmers in the villages outside Pingcheng City, and they are sure enough to dig in the field, although they have not seen the two crops given by Mu Qingli, they can't stand Mu Qingli's careful explanation, and the two of them think that they have a general understanding, so they also responded.