Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

"Is it rotten today? The heavy rain continued for more than half a month. I couldn't go to work every day, and I had to eat so much food, and I don't know how to eat less."

The old man Zhang looked at the pouring rain outside the house, nagging, and he was heartbroken that he had spent so much food, but he was raising two hundred idlers and could not do any work.

Since the beginning of autumn, the heavy rain has not stopped, and the lower areas have been submerged by water.

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

Seeing that the autumn harvest of the crops in the field is imminent, this heavy rain will inevitably reduce the harvest this year.

It took another ten days for the heavy rain to gradually stop. 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 noticed a lot of fish in the stream.

So everyone made a fence with bamboo and installed it in the lower reaches of the creek. 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 that were picked up were simply boiled in a large pot of water, and they had an earthy smell. They were also eaten by everyone without even bones.

Several days later, the floodwaters completely receded, and the lower ground was already muddy.

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

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

The rest can only gather in Heishui Town, hoping to find a way out.

But when so many people got together, a grain of rice that fell on the ground was picked up by others, and there was a way to survive.

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

"From today onwards, everyone will be digging sweet potatoes with all their might, and be sure to finish all the sweet potatoes digging in these two days."

When he got home, the first thing he did was to distribute tools to everyone, ready to grab sweet potatoes.

"Is it in such a hurry? The weather hasn't gotten cold yet, and it should be able to grow for a while."

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

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

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

"Dig! We have to dig quickly!"

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

There was no sweet potato crop in the world, and this was the first time it was 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, there are at least six or seven taels of sweet potatoes from each stalk, so there are about three or four thousand catties of sweet potatoes per acre.

This is the raw land that was reclaimed this year. The land is relatively barren, and the yield of mature land with sufficient fertility should be higher.

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

"One acre of sweet potatoes is enough to feed several people."

"If all these sweet potatoes can be grown, the tenant farmers should never starve to death again."

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

"You don't even think about where the sweet potatoes came from? This is a variety bestowed 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. Each grain of rice is as big as a fist. You can eat one grain and you will be full, and you will not be hungry for a few days."

After a long time, several piles of sweet potatoes were piled up in the field, which looked very visually striking.

For general grain crops, the yield per mu is as little as tens of catties, and as large as one or two hundred catties.

The coolie working hard had already been shocked, and at the same time, some careful thoughts would inevitably arise in his heart, but they were quickly dismissed.

Zhang He has attached great importance to sweet potatoes since they were planted. There are guards patrolling the fields day and night, and those 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, the 100-acre sweet potato was excavated in just over two days.

Exactly how many sweet potatoes were dug up, I haven't had time to weigh them carefully, but the preliminary estimate should be 300,000 to 400,000 kilograms.

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

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

After everyone on Qifeng Mountain was nervously digging sweet potatoes, the expected wave of refugees did not arrive immediately. Only three or five people walked around here and left.

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

At this time, there were also many fewer refugees in Heishui Town. It turns out that the weather has been clear these days, and there is still a lot of food to be found in the fields, so the refugees have gone to the fields to find food.

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

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

The seeds of all kinds of weeds have also matured. Many children of three to five years old cannot do heavy work and are often arranged to pick weed seeds outside. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

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

In addition, there will be some wild fruits on the mountain, and they will all ripen in autumn.

For example, wild persimmons and wild chestnuts are delicious wild fruits that tenants are reluctant to eat and sell them for grain.

Acorns are probably the most abundant in the mountains. Sometimes hundreds of catties of acorns can be picked up under a single tree.

However, the mountains in this area are all owned by Wanjia. At this time of the year, Wanjia will send servants to guard each mountain. You must pay a tax to go into the mountains to pick wild fruits.

This time, Wanjiazhuang was also flooded and damaged many places, including many shops in Heishui Town.

A few days ago, someone sneaked into the mountain to pick up a large bag of acorns and came back, but they were not blocked by the ten thousand family members. After the news spread, everyone went into the mountain.

Zhang He didn't relax after hearing the news. The wild vegetables and fruits in the mountains were limited, so he couldn't feed the tens of thousands of people, but he was just struggling to survive.

After returning to Qifeng Mountain, in addition to the coolies continuing to work, 40 escorts practiced day and night, and practiced some coordinated combat styles.

After these team members experienced the last battle and saw blood, their temperament has undergone great changes, giving birth to a fierce aura.

"Pillars, stakes, wealth, and hemp poles, I have a secret mission that I intend to give you."

This day and night, Zhang He called several guards to the house, quietly warned him, and gave out a pile of belongings.

The next morning, these guards quietly left Qifeng Mountain, not even revealing their closest people.