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Chapter 28 Pine needles are also leaves
June fifteenth.

The field of Chen Chu's family has entered the harvest season one after another.

Under the shade of the trees on the ground, potatoes are piled up into a hill.

Potatoes are well known for their high yields.Even for ordinary varieties in later generations, the yield per mu is about four thousand catties.

With good varieties and intensive cultivation, it is not uncommon to have a yield of [-] to [-] jin per mu.

The biggest advantage of this kind of crop is that it doesn't need to pick a lot of land, and it can grow on slopes, mountains and even sandy land.

Chen Chu planted a third of the land's potatoes, and estimated that they could harvest more than 1000 catties.

Under the tree, there is a small kiln built with clods of soil, and firewood is burned in the kiln.

After the clods of soil were burned through, Chen Chu threw in a few pieces of sweet potatoes and potatoes, then kicked down the kiln and covered it with another layer of soil.

"Brother Chu, how long will it take to bake these eggs?"

After waiting for a while, the eldest son couldn't help asking.

"It will take more than an hour, let's eat a Zhuyan fruit first." Chen Chu casually tossed a tomato chilled in the stream to the eldest son.

The eldest son took it, hesitated for a while but said: "I can't bear to eat the fruit for five hundred yuan a piece."

Around noon.

The cat slowly walked over with a bamboo basket.

Today, Yang Zhen and Yao's eldest son helped Chen Chu plan the potatoes, so the cat naturally had to take care of their meals.

The bowls of rolled noodles belonged to Chen Chu and Yang Zhen, and the eldest son's share was filled with a bowl.

"Hey." The eldest son smiled honestly.

"Eat slowly, I'll pick up the bowls and chopsticks later." Mao'er confessed softly, and returned alone.

Yang Dalang looked at Mao'er's back, which was drifting away, and asked in doubt: "Brother Chu, you young couple really didn't quarrel?"

"It's really not noisy."

In recent days, this is the nth time Yang Zhen has asked this question.

A few days ago, because of Wu Kui and Yao's eldest son, the two pig teammates, the incident of a few people visiting the Goulan caused quite a stir in the village.

The eldest son was severely beaten by Yao Sanbian, and Yang Dalang was fined to kneel all night.

Wu Kui was even worse. Not only was he slapped in the face by Mrs. Wu that day, but she is still sleeping in the cowshed.

That night, Aunt Yang also specially called Chen Chu to her home, and gave her earnest instructions:
"Brother Chu, you and Mao'er's parents are gone. You are the closest to me in this world. In her eyes, you are her god. You will go back in a while. In other words, you can't beat and scold her. Poor people without a family, even if they are wronged, they have nothing to say."

The things that Aunt Yang was worried about were naturally impossible to happen.

But Mao'er behaved like a normal person, neither making trouble nor asking Chen Chu what happened that night.

This made him a little uneasy.

"Hey, we went to Caiwei Pavilion to sell fruit, why don't they believe it." Chen Chu sighed.

"It doesn't make sense with my father's elm head. I have to wait until the next time I go down the mountain and let brother Zhang Bao tell him that we stayed at Zhang's house that night, so my father will believe it." Yang Zhen said sadly.

At the beginning of Youshi.

When it was time to call it a day, the clods that were still hot to the touch were removed, and underneath were potatoes and sweet potatoes that had been kang for more than an hour.

"It's fragrant, sweet, and soft."

Yao's eldest son was so hot that he tossed the roasted sweet potato between his hands, but he was reluctant to put it down.

The flavor of 'sweet' has been a favorite of the people since ancient times because of the single way to obtain it.

Sweet, sweet, fragrant, sweet, etc. are composed of the word 'sweet', almost all of which are beautiful words.

Yang Zhen took a bite, then opened his mouth wide and exhaled, so as to cool down the hot potato meat in his mouth, "Huh~ There are so many good things in Aolai country! Huh~ Can you eat sweet potatoes every day when you are in Aolai?"

"No, we mostly feed pigs."

"..., you Aolai people really don't know how to cherish such a good food to feed pigs!"

After wolfing down a baked sweet potato, Yang Dalang picked up another baked potato that was so black.

Break open and taste, can't help but be disappointed.

The potatoes were tasteless and far less tasty than baked sweet potatoes.

"Brother Chu, how do you plan to sell these potatoes?" Yang Zhen asked.

Chen Chu only sells things in the high-end route, but after Yang Dalang tasted them, he felt that potatoes are neither good-looking nor particularly delicious, so maybe they can’t be sold at a high price.

"Potatoes, you can't sell them right now," Chen Chu said leisurely.

As long as the fruits of crops have the function of saving seeds for reproduction.

So there can be no such situation of monopoly operation.

Just like tomatoes, as long as one is sold, there is a risk of seed leakage.

Interested people want to figure out how to separate the seeds from tomatoes, preserve the seeds, cultivate, plant, and manage the entire process. The shortest period is one or two years, and the longest period is three to five years.

But sooner or later, someone else will grow tomatoes.

This is also the reason why he is willing to sell the fruit to Ximen Gong, a second-hand trafficker, and use the other party's channel to sell it quickly and in large quantities to a larger market.

In order to obtain the maximum benefit in a short monopoly period.

If you want to obtain long-term benefits, you must eventually move closer to the direction of deep processing of agricultural products.

For example, potatoes can be made into starch, which is then processed into potato powder, pearls in pearl milk tea, jelly and so on.

However, the reason why potatoes, which can be grown by dicing their roots, cannot be spread is not because of Chen Chu's selfishness.

Humans have suffered greatly from this crop.

After the great geographical discovery, potatoes quickly became the main food in many countries and regions due to their advantages of easy cultivation, strong adaptability and high yield.

In South America, where it originated, there are more than 3000 varieties of potatoes.

Due to the variety of varieties, when the disease hits potatoes, it will only affect certain varieties of potatoes, and it is unlikely that all potatoes will be infected and the harvest will be lost.

But the first colonists who landed in America did not expect this.

When they saw such a wide variety of species, instinct and greed led them to bring back only the most productive ones, but unfortunately, every wave of colonists thought so.

So much so that the whole of Europe grows the same species.

Due to the high yield of potatoes, it quickly occupied the original food crop planting area. By the 40s, the potato planting area in Ireland had reached 80% of the arable land area.

Such a high proportion of single crops is quite scary.

Sure enough, in 1845, Irish potatoes were infected with late blight.

In just one summer, Phytophthora infestans swept across Ireland.

No Harvest
Next, is the human purgatory that is common in history books.

This crop disease directly caused more than 100 million people to starve to death, more than 100 million people fled abroad, and the population dropped by a quarter.

Later generations until the 21s, the Irish population failed to recover the size of the year.

A high-yielding crop led to a frightening famine.
The reality is so illogical.

But now, Chen Chu only has one variety of potatoes in his hands, so naturally he can't let it spread, and can only sell the products after deep processing of potatoes.

The reason why there are not so many concerns about tomatoes is that tomatoes will never be used as a staple food to occupy other crops in a large area.

But high-yield potatoes, sweet potatoes, and the high-gluten king wheat that he hasn't planted yet.

There are also solutions to this problem, such as hybridizing the wheat seeds he brought with local native wheat, allowing foreign wheat species to absorb the disease-resistant genes of native wheat and enriching wheat varieties.

Potatoes can also be hybridized with tomatoes, eggplants, peppers, nightshade and other crops belonging to the same family of Solanaceae, making varieties more diverse.

In addition, you can also try the detoxification treatment of potato seedlings under the existing conditions.

Food production is no small matter, both in ancient and modern times.

At the end of Youshi.

Chen Chu and Yang Zhen squatted behind a bush of thick thorns.

"Brother Chu, is the potato flour you mentioned delicious?"

"It's okay, it's a bit like shark's fin after stewing for a long time."

".I've never eaten shark's fin, so I don't know what it's like."

"Da Lang, can we talk about food at another time?"

Chen Chu pinched his nose with a look of disgust.

The two hid behind the thorn bushes in order to relieve the
"Oh, give me some of your paper, I'm done."

In the entire fleeing village, only Chen Chu's family dared to use rice paper as toilet paper without being scolded by Uncle Yang.

Compared with leaves, soil clods, and bamboo chips, Yang Dalang was fascinated by the gentle touch of rice paper.

"I didn't bring it."

Maybe it was because they ate roasted sweet potatoes and drank Qingliang mountain spring. Chen Chu and Yang Zhen had a stomachache at the same time, so they didn't have time to run home.

Yang Zhen raised his head, looked at the eldest son waiting under the tree in the distance, then opened his throat and shouted: "Eldest son, eldest son."

"What's wrong?" the eldest son Yaoyao replied.

"Give us some leaves." Yang Dalang shouted again.

The two are surrounded by thorns, this thing is really useless.

"Oh~" the eldest son muttered back, turned and walked into the woods.

"The eldest son is a fool, just pick a few pieces at random, why did he go to the forest." Yang Zhen complained.

After a while, Yao's eldest son groaned and touched the two of them.

Chen Chu and Yang Zhen looked up, but they didn't see the expected leaves.

"Eldest son, where are the leaves that I asked you to bring?" Chen Chu couldn't help but wonder.

"To" the eldest son spread out his tightly clenched palms, only to see that what was held in his palms was a handful of pine needles.
Are pine needles leaves?It seems to be eh!
"Eldest son, you are so fucking smart!"

(End of this chapter)