I have a portable farm

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Xinyu, what kind of corn is it? People eat corn every day these days. They say that they won’t feel uncomfortable if they eat too much corn. After eating fish and rice, they feel strong all over. "

Zhao Xinyu laughed and said, "That's good. If people are willing to eat it, then leave a little more and store all the corn stalks."

"They are all stored. The children like it very much. They don't even need to drink water after eating the corn stalks, and they don't get angry. I sent someone to send a bus to the school yesterday and let them use it as snacks."

Hearing Han Jun's words, Zhao Xinyu's heart also moved. He just knew that this corn had never been seen before, so he brought it back to plant, but he did not expect that this corn could have such use.

"Corn stalks are more delicious than sugar cane." Dumonna and the others stared wide-eyed. Look at Zhao Xinyu.

Zhao Xinyu chuckled, "I forgot."

Seeing what Zhao Xinyu said, Han Jun and the others laughed, "Mengmeng, don't listen to Xinyu. We asked him to bring some back, but he said you won't eat it."

"Han Jun, just hurt me." Feeling the killing intent, Zhao Xinyu stared at Han Jun angrily, which made Han Jun and the others laugh.

"Xinyu, the potatoes should be almost ready." After joking, Han Jun asked with a smile.

"It should be about the same. I'll go take a look in the afternoon."

"Xinyu, let's get some roasted potatoes this afternoon. I haven't had roasted potatoes for a long time. Your roasted potatoes are delicious."

Zhao Xinyu nodded. He had cooked roasted potatoes several times in the courtyard. In the past few years, potatoes were not grown in the village, so he had never eaten roasted potatoes.

Du Mengnan's eyes flickered for a few times, he glanced at the four little guys running around on the ground, and whispered: "We will go there in the afternoon."

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Du Mengnan and the others settled the four little guys, and the four of them left Wenying Pavilion. When they left Wenying Pavilion, hundreds of green wolves surrounded the four of them and headed towards the farmland where potatoes were grown.

This is also the first time Du Mengnan and the others have walked out of Wenying Pavilion since they were pregnant. Although there are no fruits at the moment, the three of them are very excited when they see the changes in the village.

The people who insisted on coming to the village during this period were basically Xihanling fans. When they saw the mighty group of green wolves, they knew that it must be Zhao Xinyu who came out, so they followed them.

The people were also surprised when they saw Du Mengnan, Guan Bingtong, and Liu Fengying following the wheelchair. Of course they knew the three of them, but they had not seen them in more than two years. The three of them now are much better than they were two years ago. More beautiful and moving.

Of course, Du Mengnan and the others could see that people were following them. If it were two years ago, they might still be a little uncomfortable.

But now that the children are over two years old, and they are not taking the children out, there will be no discomfort for the three of them.

The area where potatoes are planted is not large, only fifty or sixty acres. Perhaps because of the corn, people also noticed this area. There were more than a dozen people standing beside the farmland watching Han sorting the firewood. Army them.

"Xinyu, your cooking tastes better than ours, come on." Seeing Zhao Xinyu coming over, Han Jun said with a smile.

Zhao Xinyu chuckled, "Make a fire and dig potatoes."

Here, the Han army lit a fire, and Zhao Xinyu asked them to leave only a few dead branches in the pile, and pile the rest together. In an instant, the fire shot into the sky. Han Jun and the others entered the farmland with a smile.

"Han Jun, the yield of these potatoes is not low. The digging area is larger."

After hearing Zhao Xinyu's words, the people also followed into the field, took out their mobile phones and started taking pictures. When large purple and crystal clear potatoes were dug out one by one, not only the people, but also the Korean army were surprised.

Looking at the absence of potatoes in the soil, Han Jun and the others looked at the fourteen or five large potatoes weighing a pound and a half placed around the pit, and their eyes widened.

"What's the yield of this acre?" Han Jun looked at a dozen large potatoes and looked at Zhao Xinyu at the edge of the field.

Zhao Xinyu laughed, "Hurry and dig, don't lose it."

A citizen looked at Zhao Xinyu and said, "Can we help too?"

"Okay, why not? Let's eat roasted potatoes together later."

With the help of more than a dozen people, it took about ten minutes to dig out at least seven or eight plants, but there was already a pile of large potatoes at the edge of the field.

"It's almost done." Looking at a large pile of potatoes, Zhao Xinyu called people back.

At this time, the smoke from the fire had dissipated, and all that came out was the essence of fire. Zhao Xinyu asked Han Jun and the others to put all the potatoes in, and the potatoes should not be close to each other. When all the potatoes were put in, then Let them pile up the remaining dead branches.

"You guys go to the hotel to get some green onions and eat roasted yam eggs. Green onion pickles are the best."

"In the past few years, I have planted more than ten acres of onions. I will get some, but there are no pickles."

Zhao Xinyu laughed and said, "We have made so many pickles ourselves, but we can't even eat them. We don't want to make people laugh. Let's open a place to pickle cucumbers, get more, and bring some to them to try later."

After hearing what Zhao Xinyu said, more than a dozen people became excited. They really didn't expect to meet Zhao Xinyu today. Now they can eat potatoes for free and be the first to eat cucumbers pickled from Xihanling. .

"We're going to help too."

"Han Jun, ask Grandpa Han to notify the people in the village and see who wants to eat."

Soon, Han Jun came back carrying a big bucket, and each citizen carried one or two kilograms of pickled cucumbers.

"Han Jun, let me take a look at the pickled cucumbers." Du Mengnan said softly.

In the vat, the pickled cucumbers did not wilt like the cucumbers pickled by people. Although the cucumbers had lost water, each root was very intact.

Where are the gloves?

Zhao Xinyu laughed and said, "Whatever gloves you use, just eat it directly."

Du Mengnan kicked Zhao Xinyu, took disposable gloves from Han Jun, took a cucumber, and distributed them to Guan Bingtong and Liu Fengying.

After one bite, the pickled cucumber was still crisp, with a hint of spiciness in the sweet and sour taste. What surprised Du Mengnan and the others the most was that there was also a faint scent of cucumber in the pickled cucumber.

"It's delicious. These pickled cucumbers are delicious. Let's take some home tonight."

Han Jun laughed and said, "I've settled the people, and they will send some over later."

"Han Jun, it seems that there are not enough cucumbers. Please get some more."

"good."

Han Jun left, and Zhao Xinyu looked into the distance, "Do people have anything to eat?"

Huang Zhijun laughed and said, "Why not? People have asked me countless times. That cellar may not be enough."

"It's not enough to open again."

Hearing what Zhao Xinyu said, more than a dozen people were filled with emotion. A few years ago, people in the city looked down upon the people in Xihanling, but now I don’t know how many people envy the villagers in Xihanling, if not for other reasons. When it comes to food, the first place to eat is often Xihanling, and it doesn’t cost any money.

"Xinyu, see if it's enough."

Zhao Xinyu looked at the large bundle of green onions on the ground and was slightly startled. He kept saying that the green onions in Qilu were famous. Now the green onions grown in the village were no less than the green onions grown by them. The white color alone was almost one meter long. Counting that, As for green onion leaves, green onions are almost two meters tall.

"How can you finish eating so much?" Du Mengnan's eyes widened after eating a pickled cucumber.

Zhao Xinyu looked into the distance, "This may not be enough."

"Nonsense."

Here Han Jun brought back a bucket of pickled cucumbers again, and Zhao Xinyu took a dead branch and pushed the fire away.

"It's burnt, take it out quickly." Du Mengnan and the others saw that the potatoes buried under the unburned blue-black charcoal had turned blue-black, with wisps of green smoke filling the top.

Zhao Xinyu flipped it and said, "It's almost done. Han Jun, where's the sieve?"

"Here it is."

Put more than ten large potatoes into a sieve, and Han Jun and Chai Jinquan lifted them up, just like sifting rice.

After a few minutes, the green-gray, smoking potatoes turned into yellow-black. The potatoes were poured out, and the two continued to sift other potatoes.

Zhao Xinyu bent down and picked up one. Han Li immediately handed over a piece of bamboo. Zhao Xinyu looked at the people and said, "What are you waiting for? You can make enough food and clothing by yourself."

While talking, the bamboo slices in Zhao Xinyu's hands were like peeling apples, scraping back and forth on the yellow and black potatoes.

Du Mengnan and the others saw that the color of the potatoes kept changing in Zhao Xinyu's hands. In just a minute or two, a potato with a brown skin appeared in his hands.

Zhao Xinyu broke open the potatoes, and a wave of hot air filled the air. People smelled a light fragrance, and there was a hint of rosin in the fragrance.

Zhao Xinyu handed the broken potatoes to Du Mengnan and Guan Bingtong, "It's a little burnt, eat it slowly."

The two couldn't wait to take it, and their eyes widened as they looked at the crystal particles on the fragrant golden potato flesh.

"What are you waiting for? Eat it. The roasted yam eggs are delicious with pickled vegetables. One bite of potatoes and one bite of green onions. That's what Xiaoxiao is."

Du Mengnan gave Zhao Xinyu a big eye roll, took a small bite of the potato flesh, and then his eyes lit up. Sand and cotton were the feeling that potatoes gave them. After chewing them, the strange fragrance began to fill their mouths.

"It's delicious, it's really delicious." Du Mengnan said with surprise when she ate roasted yam for the first time.

"Fengying, I'll give you some points."

Liu Fengying chuckled and said, "Eat, it will be my turn soon."

Zhao Xinyu had already received another potato, and the bamboo slices were quickly scraped on the potato. He glanced at Du Mengnan and Guan Bingtong who were carefully eating the potato flesh.

"The skin on the outside is also delicious. How the roasted potatoes taste depends on the skin. The browned skin is the soul of the roasted potatoes."

While talking, Zhao Xinyu had already scraped a potato until it was brown, broke it open, and gave half of it to Liu Fengying. Zhao Xinyu asked for a green onion, peeled off the muddy layer on the outside, took a bite of the skin, and then picked up the green onion and chewed it. A big mouthful.

Seeing Zhao Xinyu eating potatoes, Du Mengnan, Guan Bingtong and even Liu Fengying's eyes widened. The three of them suddenly thought of the mountain king occupying the top of the mountain eating meat and drinking wine.

Several people who had just finished processing a potato saw Zhao Xinyu's appearance. They also imitated Zhao Xinyu's example, peeled a green onion, took one bite of potato, one bite of green onion, and took one bite. These people were shocked. This kind of It feels like they have never done it before.

In their experience, green onions are spicy and definitely uncomfortable in the mouth. However, they did not expect that a bite of potatoes and a bite of green onions would not give them any spiciness at all, but a hint of sweetness.

Zhao Xinyu took a bite here, reached for a pickled cucumber, and took a bite, followed by another bite of potatoes and a bite of green onions. It looked as comfortable as possible.

Seeing the expression of enjoyment on Zhao Xinyu's face, Du Mengnan took a bite of potato, reached out to hold Zhao Xinyu's hand, and also took a bite of green onion.

After taking a bite, Du Mengnan was also stunned, and then looked at Guan Bingtong and Liu Fengying, "The green onions are not spicy, they are delicious."

A group of people, a bite of green onions, a bite of potatoes, and a bite of pickled cucumbers. Everyone’s face is full of enjoyment. If it weren’t for the traces of black on the corners of everyone’s mouths and faces, people who don’t know would have thought they were eating something. tasty.

In about half an hour, only a dozen of the more than a hundred large potatoes were left. Two large buckets of pickled cucumbers and a bunch of green onions were completely eaten by people.

"It's so delicious. I've never tasted roasted potatoes like this. Do you think Zhao Xinyu can sell these potatoes?"

Zhao Xinyu looked at the middle-aged man who asked the question, "Brother, these potatoes are not light. How can you take them home even if you buy them?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment and smiled bitterly, "This is really my first time cooking potatoes. I want to take them back and bake some potatoes for my children."

Zhao Xinyu shook his head, "Potatoes cooked with dead branches taste the best. You won't be short of space when you take these potatoes back. You can't use natural gas to cook potatoes."

After hearing what Zhao Xinyu said, more than a dozen people shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

"You guys can come back when the road is clear in a while. Then we will organize a potato burning event here."

"Okay, great."

Zhao Xinyu laughed and looked at Han Jun, "Han Jun, bring me these potatoes and go back to feed your family. By the way, get me a bunch of green onions."

Zhao Xinyu hung the packed potatoes on his wheelchair. While waiting for the green onions, he saw many villagers coming towards them.

Zhao Xinyu laughed and said, "Go home quickly. Once they come over, we won't be able to save these potatoes."

Zhao Xinyu and the others left, and the villagers came over, "Han Jun, where are the potatoes."

"Finished."

"Erhu, get the firewood and let's cook the potatoes too..."

In Wenying Pavilion, Luo Xiao, Meng Feiyan, and Wang Qing were all enjoying eating the potatoes and pickled cucumbers scraped by Zhao Xinyu.

But in the area where potatoes were grown, the fire was blazing, and almost all the villagers gathered there, burning potatoes and eating pickled cucumbers and green onions.

On that night, photos and videos of roasted potatoes, pickled cucumbers, and green onions were uploaded to the Internet.

Many people watched the video of people eating potatoes, green onions, and pickled cucumbers. They kept swallowing their saliva, and then looked at the dishes on the table. They suddenly felt that these dishes had no taste.

People were even more excited when they saw thousands of people roasting potatoes and eating green onions on the edge of the farmland. Potato roasting on this scale is truly unprecedented and unprecedented.

Just that night, photos and videos of Xihanling villagers cooking potatoes were being forwarded everywhere on the Internet. Suddenly, people all over the Internet wanted to cook potatoes, and many Pengcheng locals even went to Xihanling to eat roasted potatoes. Potatoes, pickled cucumbers, green onions.

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