Weng under the tree appears again. One day, when Han Chuan looked up after finishing his work in the field, his heart almost jumped out of his mouth, he just suppressed his excitement, and fell to the end quietly, and when the cultivators and nearby villagers were finished, he walked to the tree and bowed to the old man who was sitting under the tree and looking at him with a smile.

But I was speechless for a while, and I didn't know what to call it.

Han Wu hid at home and commanded the system to control the android to speak, and the system intimately "translated" his children's words: "I see how difficult the life of the people in the world is, and you alone are not enough to change, and you want to help people." ”

Han Chuan bowed again, and had no doubt that the old man under the tree was a sage: "The saint is merciful!" ”

"Shuxia Weng" took the opportunity to say something about wanting to broadcast civilization for me and make science and technology popular in the world, Han Chuan kept it in mind one by one, and regarded his family as a disciple of a sage, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of responsibility. In the end, I took the master and sent a basket of books home. If it weren't for his strength, he really wouldn't be able to carry it.

Han Chuan got a clear indication from the "old man under the tree", counted out a sum of money to spare, and prepared to buy the fellow disciple who came to this world as a minister. However, the people who helped him could not come for the time being, and Han Chuan only set aside the money to buy people and wait.

Wait and wait, and it's time for the sweet potatoes to ripen.

At this time, the rice is planted, and there are still farming things to be done in the field, and Han Chuan is now Tian Dian again, and there is no time to be at home. The work of picking sweet potatoes can only be done by Lin Lu with his two children.

Han Xin remembered what his father taught, and when he opened it and looked at it, he knew that he could accept it.

In addition to the shelves built on the wall to grow pumpkins in his backyard, the ground is almost all covered with sweet potato vines. Han Xin followed the vine, carefully picked up the soil, and after finding a nest of sweet potatoes, he first opened a ditch to expose the nest of sweet potatoes, and then pulled it out as lightly as possible with his hands. Sweet potatoes are thin and perishable, which is a big drawback, but it's nothing compared to their yield.

His father took him over the vine, saying that he was destroying some adventitious roots, so as not to grow some small ones that he could not eat, and he also robbed the sweet potatoes of the main vine fertilizer. Now sure enough, a nest of big potatoes is lying in the ground waiting for him to dig it, and when he picks it out one by one, Han Xin actually has the pride of conquering the city, and he doesn't feel tired.

Han Wu also learned from him to pick up the soil lightly, and his excitement was to find a "big potato", and he didn't pick up a nest of small potatoes, pouting his ass and pulling it elsewhere. Finding a nest of big sweet potatoes gathered together, Han Wu shouted excitedly: "Brother, here, here, I've dug up a big one!" ”

Lin Lu lit the fire, steamed the rice, and when he came to the backyard, his eyes were straight.

Han Xin and Han Wu seemed to have just started their work for a long time, and there was a pile of ...... on the ground Oh, my God! The book of heaven says that this yield is high, but people's imagination is limited by knowledge, no matter how Lin Lu imagines it, he just thinks that it is comparable to pumpkins.

The pumpkins are still ripe, and as soon as they are ripe, they are picked and piled up. Usually there are only a few hundred catties of grain per acre.

She had always imagined how many nests of potatoes could be dug up from a vine in this field, where could she have imagined what such a terrible figure as four thousand catties would look like in front of her.

Now Han Wu dug it out left and right, the big one has about six catties, and the small one has nearly two catties (Qin Jin), Han Xin dug along the vine, and more than ten sweet potatoes were dug out on one vine.

Lin Lu was a little dizzy and sat on the ground. Han Xin was digging hard, turned his head to see his mother sitting down on his forehead, he was startled, and hurriedly dropped the sweet potato and jumped over a few steps: "Mother! I'll help you back to your room, you lie down, and I'll call Father!" ”

Han Wu was also frightened, and he was about to cry with a grin: "Mother, don't get sick!" ”

The system has strengthened my mother with genetic drugs, and if she is still sick like this, it must be a terminal illness that cannot be cured. Ah Wu's tears flowed: "Woo, Mother." ”

"Mother is fine." Lin Lu put down his hand and said in a sleepwalking tone, "You dig and dig again, how much do you have to dig out of an acre of land when you go to the ground?" ”

Han Xin knew that his mother was shocked, and quickly wiped the ashes on his hands, dusted off the soil that touched her just now, and was also happy: "Didn't my father pinch the vine and plant another stubble in May, and it is about to be harvested, there are many plants there, and I will count them when the time comes." ”

I wanted to wipe Han Wu's tears with my sleeve again, but when I saw that my sleeve was also full of soil, I had to wipe the hem of my clothes casually twice, coaxing my younger brother: "Grandma is fine, Grandma was scared by the big sweet potato you dug out." ”

Han Wu turned from sadness to joy at this time, and ran back to continue digging the soil, "Mother, see me dig a bigger one for you!" This is Dr. Tu...... This is Tu Ling Yin...... This is the potato Sima ...... Oh, don't do this! ”

He dug out an adult with the thickness of two fingers, and he was very disgusted with this potato pawn, so he immediately threw it aside, and was picked up by Han Xin and put it in the sweet potato pile.

He continued: "This is Dr. Sanlu, and this is Shangzhu Guo...... Aha, brother, look, I've dug up the potato king! ”

Lin Lu had to cover the child's mouth: "You be quiet, so that people will hear it and think it is about the King of Chu." Looking at this pile of "potato officials", she couldn't help but look forward to the harvest of another sweet potato field.

The new homestead land allocated by the Han family is not used for the time being, so they have simply piled up the wall and planted a second crop of sweet potatoes in it, which is cut and cut by the vines of spring potatoes and cuttings, which is more than these in the backyard, and it is better to get more seed potatoes to plant in the field in the coming year. Han Xin took Han Wu to go several times, turning vines and weeding, and cutting many vines to feed the pigs.

He also ate it as a dish at home, it was very delicious, and he was reluctant to feed the pigs.

Lin Lu slowed down for a while, and also went down to the ground to rummage together, the three of them were so busy that they almost forgot to eat, and finally dug up all the sweet potatoes in the backyard. Han Xin silently calculated, and was really shocked.

"Mother, this sweet potato is not easy to weigh with a stone, in terms of catties, if an acre of land is this yield, it can harvest about 4,000 catties!"

Lu has already calculated it, and at this time, he pressed one hand on his son's shoulder to support it, and felt a little palpitation: "Letter, you said that your father, what level will this title be awarded next year?" ”

Han Xin couldn't help laughing: "Mother, Father said that the Qin State punished heavily and rewarded lightly, at most, it would be promoted to the next level." Only when rice and wheat are improved can there be hope for high promotion. Father didn't report it together this year, I'm afraid that he is afraid of this, and he will lose a first-class title in vain. ”

Lin Lu forgot the way of being a mother in front of his son, subconsciously flattened his mouth, and slandered the stingy King Qin several times.

The dug sweet potatoes inevitably collided, and the two let Han Wu play by himself, they picked out these broken ones, and the other sweet potatoes were disposed of according to what Han Chuan had taught them in advance, and put them into the cellar well dug before. For those that were broken, put two of them in the stove, wash and peel them, cut two of them, and put them in the rice.

The mother and son didn't have the heart to do anything else, squatting in the stove and waiting to eat.

The surface of the roasted sweet potato was charred and black, Han Xin poured his hand a few times, held the two ends and broke them, the golden potato flesh in the middle was exposed, and the sweet fragrance came out. He handed half of it to his mother: "Mother, you taste it, be careful of it." ”

The other half blew cold and gave it to Han Wu: "Ah Wu, you can taste it too." ”

Han Wu grabbed a piece and gave it to him: "Brother will eat it too." ”

I don't need to peel the skin finely, and when I hold it, the golden flesh will be squeezed into my mouth. Lin Lu sighed while blowing: "It is said that pumpkin is as sweet as honey, but I think it is nonsense that I have never eaten honey." The pumpkin is as sweet as honey, what is this sweet potato called? ”

Han Xin tilted his head to look at her. He didn't dream much this year, but he still remembered his mother in his dreams, although she was still so kind, but she was strong and stern, and she didn't look like it was now. He thought about it and thought it was all good, but it was better for his mother to be like this now, because his mother smiled a lot now.

When my mother mentioned honey, he seemed to have eaten honey in a dream, drank the syrup of South Vietnam, and tasted the stone honey made of the syrup. I don't remember the taste, but I vaguely feel that it is not the same as sweet potatoes. But in terms of sweetness alone, sweet potatoes are indeed far better than pumpkins, and they can afford a compliment as sweet as honey.

There is also a roasted sweet potato, Han Chuan is not at home, and he can't give it away if he wants to keep it secret, or the mother and son break it apart, and the three of them sit shoulder to shoulder in the stove and eat it.

Steamed together in rice tastes worse, white-hearted, and somewhat dry, but obviously more filling than red-hearted sweet potatoes. Han Xin still remembers that his father said that it was used to make flour, so he didn't know how to do it.