Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Is this day rotten? The heavy rain has lasted for more than half a month. I can't go to work every day. I have to eat so much. I don't know how to eat less.

Looking at the pouring rain outside the house, old man Zhang babbled, heartbroken that he spent so much food, but supported two hundred idlers, and couldn't do any work.

Since the beginning of autumn, the heavy rain has not stopped, and the lower places have been flooded.

Fortunately, Qifeng Mountain was relatively high, so it was not flooded.

Seeing that the autumn harvest of the crops in the field is coming soon, it is inevitable that this year's harvest will be reduced due to the heavy rain.

It took another ten or so days for the heavy rain to subside gradually. At this time, the small stream at the foot of Qifeng Mountain had turned into a small river, and the newly dug pond had already been filled with water.

As the water level receded, a coolie found many fish in the stream.

So everyone made a fence with bamboo and installed it in the lower reaches of the stream. In the past two days, they picked up a lot of small fish and improved the food for everyone.

Because there was no oil, the fish they picked up were simply boiled in a large pot of clean water, and they still had an earthy smell, and they were also eaten by everyone until there were no bones left.

It took several days before the flood completely receded, and the lower ground was already muddy.

At this time, a large number of disaster victims gathered in Heishui Town, at least tens of thousands. It is estimated that all the people affected by the disaster in the vicinity gathered here.

This time the flood submerged the villages and towns on both sides of the Heishui River, many houses collapsed, countless fertile fields were submerged, people were turned into fish and turtles, and countless people died.

The rest of the people could only gather in Heishui Town, hoping to find a way out.

But when so many people gather together, even a grain of rice dropped on the ground is picked up by others, so there is a way to survive.

When Zhang He saw this scene after he arrived in Heishui Town, he didn't stay here any longer, but returned to Qifeng Mountain immediately.

Starting from today, everyone will go all out to dig sweet potatoes, and we must finish digging all the sweet potatoes in these two days.

After he got home, the first thing he did was to distribute tools to everyone and prepare to grab sweet potatoes.

Is it so urgent? The weather hasn't turned cold yet, so it should be able to grow for a while longer.

Old man Zhang was still a little reluctant to dig sweet potatoes so early, it was a bit wasteful.

It's too late, the banks of the Heishui River are flooded, and tens of thousands of refugees have gathered in Heishui Town, and there may be more in the future.

Once the refugees find here, the sweet potatoes in the field may not be able to keep.

Dig! We must dig quickly!

Hearing the words, old man Zhang hurriedly urged the coolies to go up the mountain to dig sweet potatoes, and he himself took the lead with a hoe.

There was no sweet potato crop in this world, and this is the first time it has been planted.

When everyone dug out the sweet potatoes in the field, they found that there were several sweet potatoes of different sizes under each seedling.

But on average, each tree produces at least six or seven taels of sweet potatoes, so there are about three to four thousand catties of sweet potatoes per mu.

This is the raw land reclaimed this year. The land is relatively poor. If the fertile land is more fertile, the yield should be higher.

There are still such high-yield crops in the world! This mu is at least several thousand catties.

One mu of sweet potatoes is enough to feed several people.

If you can grow this sweet potato, the tenant farmers should never starve to death again.

The soybeans harvested some time ago were only about 50 catties per mu. Even if they were replaced with other crops, this new land would not exceed 100 catties.

Don't you even think about where this sweet potato came from? This is a variety given by the immortal master. Can it be the same as ordinary crops?

I heard that the rice planted by the immortal master is as high as a floor, and each grain is as big as a fist. You can be full after eating one grain, and you won't be hungry for several days.

In less than half a day, there are several piles of sweet potatoes piled up in the field, which looks very visually impactful.

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The yield per mu ranges from tens of catties to as many as one or two hundred catties.

The coolies who worked had already been shocked, and at the same time, some small thoughts inevitably arose in their hearts, but they were soon dispelled.

Since the sweet potatoes were planted, Zhang He has attached great importance to them. There are guards patrolling the fields day and night, and people who leave Qifeng Mountain will be strictly checked to prevent entrainment.

There is no such thing as dignity and human rights in this place where there is not enough to eat. Naturally, no one has any objection to the inspection.

Under the full supervision of old man Zhang, it only took more than two days to dig out 100 mu of sweet potatoes.

How many sweet potatoes were dug up, I haven't had time to weigh them carefully, and the preliminary estimate should be three to four hundred thousand catties.

In addition, there are more than 100,000 catties of sweet potato vines harvested, which is also a considerable fortune.

These sweet potato vines are all scalded to death with boiling water, and after being exposed to the sun for a few days, they can be stored and used as dried vegetables for winter.

After everyone on Qifeng Mountain nervously dug the sweet potatoes, the expected wave of refugees did not come immediately, only three or five people wandered around here and left.

Zhang He felt a little strange, so he went to Heishui Town to find out.

At this time, the number of refugees staying in Heishui Town was also much less. It turns out that the weather has cleared these few days, and a lot of food can be found in the fields, so the refugees have gone to the fields to find food.

Now that it is autumn, there are still a lot of food that can satisfy the hunger in the mountains. As long as there is a glimmer of life, there is hope, and no one wants to wait for death.

After entering autumn in previous years, many families have already begun to prepare for winter. Everyone will search wild vegetables all over the mountains and fields, dry them and save them to eat slowly in winter.

The seeds of all kinds of weeds have also matured. Many children aged three or five are unable to do heavy work, so they are often arranged to pick weed seeds outside.

Some children can pick more than ten catties of grass seeds in one autumn, which can be regarded as a contribution to the poor family.

In addition, there will be some wild fruits on the mountain, which will mature in autumn.

For example, wild persimmons and wild chestnuts are delicious wild fruits that tenants can sell for food if they are reluctant to eat them.

Acorns should be the most abundant in the mountains, and sometimes hundreds of catties of acorns can be picked up under a single tree.

However, all the mountains in this area belong to the Wan family. At this time of the year, the Wan family will send servants to guard each mountain. To enter the mountains to pick wild fruits must pay a tax.

Many places in Wanjiazhuang were also flooded this time, including many shops in Heishui Town, which were also washed away by the water. Now they are too busy to take care of themselves, and they can't spare enough manpower to manage these trivial matters.

A few days ago, someone sneaked into the mountain to pick up a large bag of acorns and came back. The Wan family didn't stop them. After the news spread, everyone went into the mountain.

After Zhang He got the news, he didn't relax. The wild vegetables and fruits in the mountains were limited, and they couldn't feed the tens of thousands of people, but they were just dying.

After returning to Qifeng Mountain, in addition to the coolies who continued to work, 40 guards practiced day and night, and practiced some cooperative combat styles.

After seeing the blood in the last battle, these team members have undergone a great change in their temperament, giving off a fierce aura.

Pillar, pile, wealth, hemp pole, I have a secret mission for you.

That day and night, Zhang He called several guards to his home, gave them some advice quietly, and gave them a bunch of property.

The next morning, these guards left Qifeng Mountain quietly, without even revealing to their closest relatives.