Everyone picked up the watermelon, first tentatively, after tasting it, they found the deliciousness of this thing, and their eyes immediately lit up, but Win Changsheng was eating the melon, and at the same time glanced at the pavilion, a well, and then ordered Yan Yi next to him.

"Go get a bamboo basket, hang these two watermelons in the well water, and ice them!"

Using well water to ice watermelon is particularly useful, because the temperature of the well water is very low, put it in the well water, and after an hour or two, the watermelon tastes like it is not much different from putting it in the refrigerator and icing it.

Yan Yi hurriedly went to do it, and everyone, you and me, sat in this pavilion, chatting and eating melons, like this, it was so comfortable, looking at the group in the distance, in the ground, sweating like rain, digging potatoes The Confucian students were envious.

They regretted it one after another, they already knew what to do, why did they need to follow Chun Yuyue and Mao Jiao over to find guilt?

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.

They, let's continue digging potatoes in the ground!

Ying Changsheng ate a few pieces of watermelon, and he didn't want to eat it, one is that he is still young at this time, and his appetite is quite small, and the other is that although this watermelon is delicious, he is used to eating iced watermelon in later generations, and it is really difficult to eat this kind of watermelon that has not been iced.

Fusu Zhang Lianggong on the side lost a difference.

Of course, people in later generations know the deliciousness of this watermelon, and people like them, who eat watermelon for the first time, naturally eat it piece by piece under this sweet stimulus.

However, everyone is a civilized person, and it is still quite elegant to eat.

Only Zhang Cang on the side was much rude.

Cut three watermelons, a total of dozens of pieces.

Half of this goods will be reimbursed.

It was one piece after another, and before the previous one was finished, he grabbed another piece with his left hand, and ate it quickly and ruthlessly.

Typical eat more and occupy more!

Seeing the three watermelons being eaten, Zhang Cang couldn't help frowning, then squinted his eyes and said to Win Changsheng.

"Nineteen sons, why don't you bring out the two watermelons in the well and eat them?"

"In addition, the watermelons in the melon field are probably almost ripe, so why don't you just take them and eat them?"

"No, that's all, you have to keep it and eat it slowly!"

After speaking, Ying Changsheng pointed to the watermelon seeds on the ground that were spit out by Zhang Cang.

"These are watermelon seeds, you can collect them and grow them yourself when you go back!"

"Thank you Nineteen for the reminder!"

Zhang Cang's eyes lit up, and then, he planned to bend down to pick up watermelon seeds, but he was too fat to bend down at all, so he had to take out a string of half taels from his arms, and then called a eunuch and asked him to be responsible for picking up watermelon seeds.

Watermelon diuretic, after Fusu ate some, he wanted to go to the toilet, he got up and walked towards the toilet in the distance.

At this time, a eunuch came to report that the potatoes that Ying Changsheng had ordered to bake had been properly processed, and then a dozen steaming potatoes were roasted and presented to everyone on a bronze tray.

"This is a potato, huh?"

Zhang Cang hadn't eaten enough watermelons, and when he saw these steaming potatoes at the moment, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Peel off the skin and eat it straight away!"

Ying Changsheng said, and then, picked up a small potato, and then, with a slight break, it was broken in half, and then carefully peeled off the surface of the layer of charcoal-stained skin, blew the hot air, and tried to eat it.

Potatoes are colorless and tasteless in the absence of seasoning.

It's not delicious.

It's like steamed buns, and when you eat it, it's very boring.

However, after only tasting one bite, Zhang Liang and Zhang Cang, as well as Gongyi Shangzao and others, their eyes lit up.

The reason is simple, the taste of potatoes, in their eyes, is considered good!

In Ying Changsheng's eyes, potatoes are colorless and tasteless, not delicious, but in their eyes, this kind of food has a delicate taste, and after entering it, there is no discomfort, although it is dull and has no taste, but whether it is rice or corn, it actually has no taste!

Where does the staple food taste from?

If you want to taste, you still have to rely on condiments, just eat the dishes!

I only heard Zhang Cang say.

"Not only is it productive, but it also tastes so good that it can be cooked whether it's steamed or roasted over a fire!"

As he spoke, Zhang Cang's mouth moved quickly, and it didn't take long for a potato to weigh about a pound, and he ate it into his stomach.

After eating, Zhang Cang also stroked his big belly, and then muttered.

"Moreover, this thing is still full, I only ate one, and I already feel that I am thirty percent full, and if I eat two more, I will probably fill my stomach!"

"You just ate some watermelon?"

Gong Yi Shangzao obviously hadn't seen the amount of food of Zhang Cang's big fat man, so he couldn't help frowning and saying.

"What is this? Although the watermelon eats a lot, it is full of water, which is nothing more than a few bubbles of urine. ”

Zhang Cang shook his head, picked two more large potatoes, and ate them.

After eating and drinking, I saw Zhang Cang, stroking his big belly, and said with emotion.

"This potato is good, it can fill my stomach, I eat it, and it feels good, it is not much different from rice and the like, with sauce beans, or vegetables, meat and food, it is enough to eat as a staple food!"

"If this thing can be popularized and planted in my Great Qin, the people of my Great Qin will no longer be hungry!"

"After all, the yield of this thing is so high......"

"That's right!"

Ying Changsheng nodded.

Looking at the farmland in the distance, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

It's been so long, so many Confucian scholars, and they only harvested half an acre of potatoes.

Typical is grinding foreign workers!

"Yan Yi, you go over and urge them and tell them that if they can't finish the harvest within an hour, this son will let them serve a year of labor here!"

Win Changsheng towards Yan next to him.

"In addition, if there is anyone who can't work, give me a whip directly!"

Whips and threats are obviously quite effective, and it is no wonder that those plantation farmers will use these methods to deal with disobedient black slaves.

It's not, it's just a few whips.

The work efficiency of those Confucian students suddenly increased by more than several times, looking at this scene, Ying Changsheng couldn't help but shake his head and said to Fusu.

"See? These people are obviously lazy, and as soon as this whip is drawn, the speed immediately increases! ”

"Shame on you!"

Fusu couldn't help but shake his head.

These Confucian students, when they work in the field, do not forget to be lazy, just now they are only a few people, and their work efficiency is much higher than they just now.

It's no wonder that Win Changsheng will order them to be whipped!