In the years of ancient traders

Seeing that the frost was coming, but no one found the sweet potato, Song Shu was anxious, but he didn't know what to do.

When he almost couldn't bear it and went to "discover" the sweet potatoes himself, Grandma Shi and Shi Dalang came to his house with a basket of sweet potatoes on their backs.Song Shu was overjoyed, and put down the half-eaten noodles, and warmly welcomed the grandparents and grandchildren.

"Song Silang, we dug this up in the mountains. You have a lot of experience. Can you tell me what it is?" Granny Shi took out a sweet potato from her grandson's back basket and handed it to Song Shu, "My Da Lang just took a bite. , Although I vomited, I don’t know if there is poison or something.”

Song Shu pretended to look at it for a long time, and pretended to be surprised: "Grandma Shi, you are a sweet potato."

"Sweet potato?" Granny Shi repeated, she had never heard of this kind of thing, "Is it possible to eat it?"

"Yes." Song Shu said, "Come with me."

He took the sweet potato and turned into the kitchen.Song Anan glanced at it and ignored it, continuing to eat his own.Liu Niang was very curious and followed them in. Wu Niang watched them enter the kitchen, but she didn't have the nerve to follow.

Sanniang was heating hot water in the kitchen, and planned to grab some young ones to take a bath later.

"Sister, let me go." Song Shu said, picked up the poker, pushed aside some of the firewood that was burning, put the sweet potatoes in, and turned the firewood back to bury the sweet potatoes under it.

"It's okay to eat the sweet potatoes raw, but you can't eat too much. It's better to cook them." Song Shu said, "It's the most convenient to cook them with firewood."

"Brother, what does this sweet potato taste like?" Liu Niang asked.

"Sweet." Song Shu said.

"Wow!" Liu Niang cheered, she was the sweetest, and Qi Lang shouted, not sure if he was genuinely happy or heckling with sister.

"How long will this simmer?" Granny Shi asked.

"About a quarter of an hour or so," Song Shu said.Sweet potatoes vary in size, and he didn't dare to be 100% sure, so he had to give an approximate time and judge when the time came.

Because he had to wait for a while, Song Shu wanted to ask Granny Shi and the others to eat something, but Granny Shi didn't want to take advantage of others, and said that she would go home and pickle the wild vegetables she had just dug, and come back later, so she dragged Shi Dalang away.

It doesn't matter to Song Shu, it's always a good thing that this sweet potato is discovered.

"What?" Song Anan asked just as he sat down.

"Sweet potato, just the vine." Song Shu said.Only he and Anan knew about this matter, and when he mentioned it vaguely, Song Anan instantly understood, but the others didn't know what he was talking about.

"Brother, let's dig some sweet potatoes too." Liu Niang said, she was taken in by Song Shu when she heard that this food is sweet.

"Okay." Song Shu smiled. After their family eats it, more villagers will be interested. He and Anan planted a lot of sweet potato vines on the mountains near the village. Sweet potatoes are famous for their high yield. It is not uncommon for modern sweet potatoes to yield five or six thousand catties per mu. There are tens of thousands of them. If all the ones they planted are dug up, they will cost several hundred catties.

It won't last long to eat, but it's enough to save seeds.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the scent of sweet potatoes wafted out. Liuniang and Qilang couldn't wait any longer, and ran to the stove to wait beside the burner of the clay stove.Liu Niang read: "Sweet potato, sweet potato." Qilang followed, saying inarticulately: "Red earth, red earth."

After a while, Song Shu came to have a look and felt that it was almost ready, so he used a poker to get the sweet potatoes out.At this time, the outer skin of the sweet potato was burnt black, Song Shu put it in a small bamboo dustpan and took it to the yard, and Grandma Shi and Shi Dalang just came back.

"But it's ready?" Before entering the door, Granny Shi asked about a scent, guessing it was the sweet potato.

"Okay." The sweet potato cooled slightly, Song Shu broke it open, and the flesh inside was all cooked.The sweet potatoes are very soft after roasting, and you don’t need to cut them with a knife. Each of you can tear a little of the skin, or pick some with chopsticks, and eat it hot. It’s delicious and sweet.

"It's so sweet!" Liu Niang tore off a large piece and ate happily.

Shi Dalang and Granny Shi also praised repeatedly, they never thought that they dug up such a treasure and came back.

People who passed by the Song family quickly noticed the excitement in the Song family's courtyard. Everyone was used to Song Shu having new gadgets from time to time, so someone asked loudly.

With this question, the story of roasted sweet potatoes spread.

"Shall we dig a little too?"

"Can you eat? Just dig."

"I got it and asked Song Silang for advice."

At Song Shu's place, Sanniang still wants to catch a few young men to take a bath, Song Shu also has the account book to read, Song Anan is busy somewhere, and everyone else has their own business, and they agreed to go digging in the mountains later when the sun goes down.

Little did they know that their delay meant they had no chance.

About half an hour later, people came to Song's house one after another.

"Song Silang, can you teach us how to roast this sweet potato?" Someone had a basket on his back, and his shoes were still stained with dirt, obviously he had just come out of the mountains.

"Teach me too?"

Song Shu saw half of the account book, and several waves of people came to the house.

There were too many people, and it was not convenient for his house to demonstrate, so he went to one of them's house.When the fire was on fire in his house, he buried the sweet potatoes in it, and talked about his own experience while burying it: "The size of the sweet potatoes varies greatly, and the fire is high and the fire is small. It's hard to tell the time, and you can master it by roasting more." I got the hang of it. It takes about two dishes to stir-fry for a dish of this size, and then simmer it in when the fire is on, and the rice is almost ready."

While talking, Song Shu said to Liu Niang who came to watch the excitement: "Go and call Chu Ning, and bring his kitchen knife and a small jar of oil."

"Hey, I'll go, I'll go, Liu Niang can rest here." Someone volunteered to run errands.

The others gathered around Song Shu and asked, what does this thing smell like?It was Liu Niang's turn to play, she chattered about the taste of the food just now, and made the mouths of the children who came with her mouth water.

During this period, someone found sweet potatoes in the mountains and dug them up.

I went to Song's house but didn't see Song Shu, so I followed the guidance of kind-hearted people and came to the house Song Shu demonstrated. This house is not big, and there are many spectators inside and outside.This bustling scene attracted more people, and even some peddlers came to ask what was going on.

In this way, more people heard about sweet potatoes and flocked to the mountains.

After a while, Chu Ning came with a knife and oil.

After Song Shu explained to him, he picked up the knife and peeled the sweet potato.This royal chef's grandson was different after all. With his hand brushing, the sweet potato skin fell off. The skin was very thin, and there was hardly much meat left.

After peeling, he brushed and cut the thin slices.

This piece is also extremely thin, and ordinary people can't cut it out at all. Even if it is cut out occasionally by luck, it is impossible for every piece to be the same thickness like him.The kung fu contained in it can't be practiced without a few cold and heat.

Chu Ning's knives were smooth and smooth, and the surrounding villagers were stunned. Few people noticed that Song Shu poured most of the oil into the iron pot on the stove.When the oil temperature rose, Chu Ning had already processed two sweet potatoes, and Song Shu put them directly into the pot.

wow.

When the hot oil touches the sweet potato, the sizzling sound suddenly rises, and the fragrance also wafts out at the same time.

Because the sweet potato slices are extremely thin, Song Shu was only fried for a while before being taken out.The owner of the house, who had no sense of existence, brought a large plate, and put sweet potato chips in it.Because these sweet potatoes are all dug from the mountains, and the ones used by Song Shu are not dug by the same person, so everyone has nothing to worry about. The people who come here will take one piece, and after a while, the big dish will go somewhere.

"There's more, don't take the plate away." Song Shu shouted, his next pot of sweet potato chips was about to come out again.

The plate came in from nowhere, loaded with another pot of sweet potato chips, and disappeared into the crowd again.Before it disappeared, Song Shu left a few slices and stuffed a slice for Chu Ning who was cutting sweet potatoes.

"Well, sweet, crispy!" Chu Ning ate the sweet potato slices with one mouth. They were crispy on the outside and waxy on the inside, sweet and delicious.

"Cut the rest into strips," Song Shu said.It's great to have such a chef here, each slice is about the same thickness, and it's especially easy to control the heat.If you do it yourself, you don't know when you will get it.

"Okay." Chu Ning just peeled another sweet potato, turned the direction, first cut into thick slices and then into strips.

While Chu Ning was cutting French fries, Song Shu said, "In addition to roasting and frying, these sweet potatoes can also be eaten steamed or boiled, and they can also be mixed with flour and sugar to fry sweet potato balls."

"There are so many ways to eat this."

"Song Silang, how did you know?" someone asked.

Song Shu just smiled and said nothing.The French fries are cut and fried in oil, and a pot of sweet potato fries is complete.

This pot of fried food came out one after another, and I tasted almost all of them inside and outside the house. Passers-by asked, and someone immediately said it vividly.As a result, those who were not very interested at first also got into the mountains, planning to get some back and fry them.

After frying so many pots, the simmering in the stove is also good.Song Shu simmered for five or six at once, but as soon as the news spread, there was still not even half a stick of incense, and they were all divided up.

"Really delicious."

"I feel a little full."

"Can this thing fill your stomach?"

"It's amazing."

Song Shu stopped what he was doing and said, "Yes, this stuff can be eaten as grain like corn and wheat, so it's enough to fill you up."

"Is it possible to grow such a good thing?" Someone asked again.

"Of course, this sweet potato is not only full, but also easy to grow. It doesn't take much land, and the yield per mu is high." Song Shu said.

"How high?" someone asked.

"About..." Song Shu calculated, "It shouldn't be a problem to produce [-] or [-] shi per mu."

What he said was still very conservative. According to the modern situation, hundreds of stones are easy.But this is ancient times, and the grain production is not high, so it's better for him to be conservative.

But even so, these people were taken aback.

Forty or fifty stone?What is this concept?

Nowadays, the yield of wheat or millet is mostly one stone per mu. Even the fertile soil by the river is a stone and a half.Does this grain of forty or fifty shi per mu really exist in the world?But don't be a heavenly gift from God to see them living too hard.

"How do you plant this thing?"

"What kind of fertilizer do you want to fertilize?"

"Is there anything special about it?"

Everyone can't believe that there are crops with such a high yield per mu. If it weren't for the words coming from Song Silang, 1 of them would not believe it.That's what Song Shu said, so they took it so seriously, but they were afraid that there might be something else they didn't notice, so they asked in a hurry.

New people arrived, and they also dug up sweet potatoes, and now they gathered around the outside, trying to get in, trying to hear what was being said inside.Enthusiastic villagers spread what Song Shu said, and people outside were also surprised when they heard it.

It can be eaten, and the top is full.

Forty or fifty shi per mu.

easy to feed.

God, how much virtue did their ancestors accumulate to get such a good crop.

What are you thinking?It's not because your ancestors accumulated virtue. If it weren't for Song Silang, would you know it's a good thing?Maybe throw it in the trash.Someone said so.

After this reminder, many people came to their senses. They took Song Silang to bake and fry them, and he told them all about it, but he himself was busy for a long time without digging a single sweet potato.

"Don't eat all of them. Keep some in each house and put them in a warm and ventilated place, such as the firewood and chaff pile in the stove." Song Shu didn't think too much, he just wanted to finish the science popularization soon, hello everyone Cherish this hard-won sweet potato, "When the spring of next year begins, the seedlings can be planted and transplanted."

Yes yes yes, Song Silang is right.Everyone nodded.

Later, some people dug up sweet potatoes one after another, and others brought sweet potato leaves. Song Shu also told them that sweet potato leaves can be fed to pigs and so on.Afterwards, I talked about the secrets of fried sweet potato chips and sweet potato fries before I finally got away and went home.

The sweet potato was half over, and Song Shu was in a good mood.

When this crop becomes popular among them, it will surely spread to other places soon. The output of sweet potatoes is so large and easy to feed, so we will not be afraid of famine in the future.

It's a pity that I have been teaching there for a long time, and I don't have time to call Song He and Song Anan to dig some, which is a pity.

Song Shu pushed open the courtyard door.Silly.

In the yard of his house, there are piles of sweet potatoes of different sizes, with pits and red skins on the surface.There are a few very big ones that he feels familiar, as if they were in someone's bamboo basket just now?

At this time, San Niang came out.

"Did you dig these sweet potatoes?" Song Shu asked.

"No." Sanniang said, "Many people came here one after another just now, saying that you told them about sweet potatoes for a long time, and even fried them for a long time, so you didn't bother to dig them yourself. They want me to accept them and say Just treat it as a bunch of repairs, I can't push it away, so I accept it."

Sanniang was at home all the time, and didn't understand what was going on. Those were all acquaintances in the village. They wanted Sanniang to accept them, so she had no choice but to accept them first, and wrote down who sent them one by one. Let's wait for Song Shu to come back and see what he means.

Song Shu didn't know what to say for a while, he was busy for a long time, and he was sorry, but he didn't want these neighbors to dig by himself, and at the same time, he didn't forget to send him some.

After a busy day, he was very tired, but looking at these sweet potatoes, it seemed that all the fatigue disappeared.

It feels so good to be remembered.

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