Now that there are sweet potatoes, the first thing to do is, of course, planting.

Regarding the method of planting, Xia Yuan still knows. Just cut off the rhizomes of the vines and bury them in the soil, so that they can sprout and finally grow into fruits.

This is true in theory, and it is also true in practice, and sweet potatoes are planted like this in later generations.

But to be on the safe side, he planted the sweet potatoes with him.

This ensures that nothing goes wrong.

Sweet potatoes are definitely easier to grow than rhizomes, even if you just find a random pot, decorate it with water, and then throw the sweet potato into it, leave it there, and it will sprout after a while.

What's more, more than 500 catties of sweet potatoes brought back from Luzon, only about forty percent of them have vines on them, and only two or three percent of the rhizomes in these forty percent barely meet the needs of planting.

Xia Yuan didn't leave any of them, and they were all planted in the ground.

Half buried in the earth, half exposed, covered with straw mats to keep the temperature warm.

Now he just hopes that the sweet potato will sprout sooner.

As soon as I have free time, I run to the field where sweet potatoes are planted.

Li Tingxiang came to him to report on the sales of this first People's Daily, and the 10,000 copies printed had been sold out in just a few days, and asked him if he wanted to print more.

Xia Yuan only replied to you and looked at it.

Zhu Houzhao rushed over to find him, saying that the top and bottom of the Beijing division were all building roads, but it was lively.

Xia Yuan only replied.

It seems that in his heart, there is nothing more important in the world than the growth of seedlings from this sweet potato.

This is a sweet potato, which may be just an ordinary thing in the eyes of modern people, but it has an incomparable significance in this era, comparable to a divine object.

Not only is the yield per mu against the sky, but more importantly, it is extremely adaptable, and almost any soil can be planted.

Crops such as rice and wheat are like some older leftover women, who have poor conditions and high requirements.

The yield is low, and you have to stay in a good field.

Like Xia Yuan's family's fertile land, one acre of land can only produce three hundred catties of wheat, and if it is a subordinate field, the two hundred catties are up to the sky.

In comparison, sweet potatoes are definitely of high quality and high yield, and they can reproduce and grow even if they stay in the so-called barren fields.

Thinking about it this way, Xia Yuan was moved by sweet potatoes, and really wanted to write a sweet potato praise after the poplar salute.

It's a pity that he didn't bother to put pen to paper.

More than half a month has passed like this, Xia Yuan ran over every day to see, every time he was half-lying on the ground, and carefully uncovered the straw mat to see if it had sprouted.

The hard work paid off, and on this afternoon, he finally saw a touch of tender green.

Then came the second wipe, the third wipe

After many days of anticipation turned into reality, Xia Yuan didn't know how to express his joy, so he hurriedly brought a bucket and began to water these young seedlings.

Zhu Houzhao ran over again, and saw him squatting on the ground again, tinkering with those gray things, only to feel a toothache, master, this is really crazy.

"Master, why are you still tossing your sweet potato? This palace believes you, okay, don't you mess with that, can't I believe it? ”

Xia Yuan ignored him, the young man is too naïve, could it be that I planted this sweet potato to be angry with you? Is it to convince you? Is it to punch you in the face?

What kind of calf, I'm here to benefit the common people.

After a good drummer, Xia Yuan wiped the fine sweat on his head and gently covered the mat back.

That kind of gentle and careful action, like covering a quilt for his lover, Zhu Houzhao felt that his teeth hurt even more, and the corners of his mouth kept hissing.

This must be crazy, either crazy or hysterical.

"Master, you are the young Zhan Shi of the Zhan Mansion, the dignified land governor, you are tinkering with these all day long, are you not doing your job?"

“.”

Hearing this, Xia Yuan finally reacted, and suddenly raised his head, but not for anything else, purely to see his face, to see what kind of face Zhu Houzhao said this kind of thing.

This dog thing still has the face to say that others are not doing their jobs.

Don't you feel panicked?

Zhu Houzhao's face was heartbroken, he felt that his master had fallen, and he ran to the ground as soon as he was free.

It's not like words.

"The dynasty is agriculture-oriented and cares about agricultural affairs, how can it be called not doing business?"

Xia Yuan clapped his hands and stood up from the ground, "Let's go, let's go to the printing workshop and take a look." ”

"You're not tinkering with your sweet potatoes anymore?"

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Now that the sweet potato has sprouted, it means that it has been planted, but only part of it has sprouted, and the rest needs to be followed.

These days, Xia Yuan has been tinkering with the matter of sweet potatoes except for going to prison, and he has not paid much attention to the affairs of the printing shop.

At present, the People's Daily has been issued in three issues, about six or seven days, and it has been sent out in three consecutive issues, and the sales are not bad.

Most of the people who bought this newspaper were readers, or people who had readers at home.

After all, there is no one at home who can read and write, and it is useless to buy the newspaper, and you have to find someone else to help you read it.

For such sales and popularity, Xia Yuan is not very satisfied, but feel that it can not be delayed any longer, now it is almost April, and the issue of stamps must be published quickly, and at the same time it must start issuing stamps.

So he asked Li Tingxiang, the editor-in-chief of Hanlin, to write the article.

At this time, the printing workshop was typesetting, preparing for the fourth issue, but it was just in time.

When Zhu Houzhao heard that stamps were going to be issued, his body was shocked, and his eyes were shining, "Is the commemorative stamp of the palace finally going to be issued?" ”

Xia Yuan snorted, and then said: "It's just a little awkward, our stamp is the New Year commemorative edition, and now it's almost April, so it's not appropriate to call it the New Year commemorative edition." ”

Hearing this, Zhu Houzhao also felt that it was not very suitable, in April, of course, it could not be called the New Year, it could only be called a season spring, which was almost meaningful. After thinking about it, he proposed: "Then why don't you write another poem in this palace, let's make a commemorative version of the late spring." ”

Hearing this proposal, Xia Yuan refused, and remembered the poem again, happy to celebrate the New Year, eat happily and sleep sweetly.

It's shocking.

"No, let's issue this, it's called the New Year Commemorative Edition, and people who buy stamps won't care about this."

Although it is not appropriate to issue stamps related to the Chinese New Year at this time, the stamp buyers will never care about such a problem.

This is for collection, not time-sensitive.

Just like later generations, the older the age, the more commemorative stamps, but the more expensive they are sold, Xia Yuan is not a philatelist, at most is to collect some figures and the like.

But he also heard of a monkey stamp, which was a stamp sold in the 80s, and after many years, it was speculated to a high price of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands.

And the first commemorative stamp of the Ming Dynasty, with unparalleled commemorative value, will be hyped to a high price in a few years.

As for Zhu Houzhao's photo, he will inevitably be heated up after he ascends the throne.

But this stamp is such a substandard poem.

Xia Yuan really wanted to know what people in the world would talk about this.

(End of chapter)