Shen Xingluo saw that everyone next to him screamed in surprise, frowned, and pulled her back to the road.

"We have to leave some room for improvement for those farmers in the household department."

If the yield of potatoes per mu is mostly maintained at 3,000-5,000 catties, and the high-quality potatoes in the high-quality fields can be as high as 8,000 catties with careful management.

So the current production is sufficient.

"Madame, you can prepare your luggage."

"Huh?"

Cheng Xi was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Are we going to leave for the capital?" Oh no, it's going on a tour! ”

"Yes."

"Then it really doesn't matter here?"

"The rest of the matter can be left to Uncle Manchu, but the potato recipe has to bother Mrs."

"The little things, wrap it up on me."

The country road was not smooth, because of the rain a few days ago and a few small puddles, the two walked home along the path, and the villagers behind them were full of passion.

Shen Xingluo said that he really didn't care about the rest of the matter, but Shen Manchu was considered to have broken his leg.

The next morning, he carried a few potatoes into the yamen of Fucheng, and waited until it was dark to return home.

On the morning of the third day, a team of people from Fucheng came to Shenjia Village.

And the ten acres of land is also the first time that it is so lively.

"The grass people meet the prefect."

"Let's get up, everybody."

Governor Xie did not wear an official uniform today, but a simple casual dress, but this adult has had no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, and the official authority and nobility exuded from his body also shocked the villagers.

Shen Manchu ran for a day yesterday to meet the "formalities" Naturally, he had seen him, but he didn't react so much, he glanced at the old folks behind him who were silent and sighed.

What's going on, what are you doing like this?

Even Jiang Lao, a second-grade civil servant and a decisive prince, have seen it, and now he is still afraid of a sixth-grade prefect? It's really unproductive!

Xie Wenbin felt that this kind of scene was normal, and his eyes skimmed over everyone and fell on the plants in the field.

"Shen Lizheng, these are the high-yield grains you are talking about?"

"Your Excellency is wise, exactly."

The group was standing on the path next to the ten acres of fertile land, followed by the villagers, and Xie Wenbin was followed by several officials in the same casual clothes.

In front of them were ten acres of fine fields planted with potatoes, and behind them were a field of green soybeans.

Shen Manhoard immediately asked people to pick up a potato seedling on the spot, and the officials couldn't help but gather around and look at it seriously, their eyes full of doubts and expectations.

Yes, questioning.

Anyone who hears about grain crops with a yield of three or four thousand catties per mu can't help but question.

But they just can't resist the temptation of political achievements, and the expectations in their hearts have long exceeded the doubts.

"This is the high-yielding grain? Look at the growth is not very tall! ”

"It's not high, it's the same as wheat at most."

"But this thing is not as densely planted as wheat, how many things can there be?"

Several officials had only seen a few potatoes, and they heard that they had grown from a seedling, but after all, they had not seen the harvest scene with their own eyes, and they had little feeling just by imagining.

But as a seedling was uprooted, four or five gray lumps came out of the grunts below, the largest of which was the size of a palm, and the smaller one was like an egg.

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"Shhhh

"It's really all underground, huh? How are there so many! ”

"High yield, definitely high yield!"

Several of the officials were shocked and forgot their identities, and their excitement was beyond words.

Xie Wenbin was silent on the surface, but looking at his slightly trembling hands hanging on his sides, he knew that his heart was extremely uncalm, and his eyes were extremely hot staring at those few dirt lumps.

After a long time, he cleared his throat, "Shen Lizheng, you said yesterday that this potato can be harvested today?" ”

"Yes, sir."

Planted in mid-April, it is now the end of June, plus the previous half a month of seedlings, this season of potatoes has grown for more than 80 days, and there is no point in rising again.

"Then dig it, I want to see how much it produces."

"Yes!"

Shen Manho has been waiting for this day for a long time, and his expectations are no less than these officials, "The sun is big in the field, please come and rest on the side, and the grass people have made a few potato dishes, please taste them." ”

Governor Xie had long wanted to try it, and the rest of the people couldn't wait when they heard this, and the group walked towards the temporary shed on the ground.

The villager holding the farm tool next to him was already eager to try, "Lizheng, let's dig?" ”

"Dig!"

Shen Manchu waved his big hand, and everyone happily rushed into the field with farm tools.

"Be careful, don't hurt the potatoes, adults want to know the yield of potatoes, then let's dig out an acre first."

"Don't worry, we know!"

Everyone worked collectively, but they were cautious when they were full of energy, for fear of hurting them.

At this time, under the straw shed on the ground, a plate of steaming small potatoes had been placed on the small wooden table, and Aunt Cuihua was taking out the food box one by one and placing it upward.

Hot and sour shredded potatoes, roasted beef with potatoes, potato cakes, shredded potatoes, baked potatoes, Langya potatoes......

The whole table is occupied by a variety of potatoes, the small ones are boiled potatoes and baked potatoes, and the large ones are split into dishes, and the variety is dizzying.

Xie Wenbin walked over and smelled a strong fragrance, and suddenly felt an empty stomach.

"This ...... Are they all made from potatoes? ”

How can that black lump of dirt make so many delicacies?

The other officials were also shocked when they smelled the fragrance on the tip of their noses, for the Great Yan Dynasty, the common staple food was nothing more than wheat and rice, which were really very small for them to eat alone.

Take the flour from wheat grinding, the steamed bun doesn't taste very good, and you have to add some vegetables or meat filling to make it into a bun.

However, the table in front of them shocked everyone's jaws.

At first glance, it is full of potatoes, not to mention boiling and roasting, just take the sour and hot shredded potatoes, the chef didn't even put a carrot and it was mouth-watering.

Can be made into a staple food, is it still a staple food?

Unheard!

"Lord Hui, it's indeed made of potatoes."

Aunt Cuihua's performance was much better than that of the old men in the village, and she introduced everyone one by one with a proud tone, from simple boiled potatoes to the most complex shredded potatoes, and no one was left behind.

A group of officials picked up the fast child one by one to taste, and every time they entered, they couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

"So this stuff can be used as both a staple and a dish? God bless me with my big swallow! ”

"Yes, yes, I heard that this thing was dug up from Shennong Mountain?"

"It's worthy of Baoshan!"