Chapter 52

As he walked, he found a small piece of long vine plant with large fan-shaped leaves on the ground, and the plant also had a bean-like thing growing on it.

“Get rich! Get rich!”

Chu Zihang laughed out loud, he didn’t expect to meet such a good thing here, he was even happier than he picked up a rabbit.

“Yeah, what is this? Lentils? Scumbag loves lentils so much?” Zhang Ke’er was surprised when she saw Chu Zihang so happy for the first time.

“It looks delicious, after all, can you find vegetables in the wilderness.” Li Tianming also said.

“Delicious? If you don’t want to die, you can eat whatever you want. This stuff is starting to be poisonous.”

Bei Ye shook his head.

“Ah? Why is the scumbag so happy? Want to make poison?” Zhang Ke’er felt even more strange.

“It’s called jicama, also called jicama, and in some places it is also called sweet potato, but this sweet potato is completely different from the sweet potato that everyone is talking about.”

“The beans you mentioned are inedible. This is the seed of jicama. It is highly poisonous. People and animals will be poisoned after eating it. It is the root that can be eaten, just like the root of sweet potato.”

Bei Ye began to explain to the netizens.

And Chu Zihang has his index fingers wide open.

According to ancient records: jicama is moist and edible, or boiled or ground into powder, raw food is like kudzu, cooked food is like honey, and the taste is like water chestnuts.

In other words, jicama is high in sugar and vitamins.

Li tastes very sweet and crunchy, just like water chestnuts.

After being cooked, it can be eaten as a main dish, and it is similar to sweet potatoes.

After being ground into powder, it can be used as noodles to make porridge.

It can be said that it is a combination of staple food, fruits and vegetables.

Not only is it high in nutritional value, it has enough sugar, but the key is delicious. It is a good thing to supplement energy and vitamins.

Chu Zihang couldn’t wait to pry open the soil, revealing its white roots, but unfortunately it’s not the ripening season for jicama, its roots are still very small, only the size of a duck egg.

When it matures, it can generally grow to the size of a palm and weigh 2 to 3 pounds.

Chu Zihang can’t bear to eat it now, the key is that it is not delicious now. . .

So Chu Zihang didn’t take it off, but carefully opened the surrounding ground with a shovel.

“Hey, what is the scumbag doing? Can’t he just pick it off and eat it?” Zhang Ke’er found that the scumbag didn’t seem to mean to eat cold potatoes.

Because he didn’t even get rid of the soil on the jicama, on the contrary, it seemed that he deliberately kept the thick layer of soil.

“Slag Master, I think he wants to plant these jicama, he wants to transplant them to a sunny place on the mountainside. Because jicama likes a warm, sunny environment and is not resistant to cold, and the temperature here on the top of the mountain is relatively low, That’s why the roots of the jicama are so small.”

As an old Jianghu, Master Bei has a very clear understanding of Chu Zihang’s ideas.

Chu Zihang is indeed going to transplant these jicama.

With this gadget, in the future, not only will there be fruits to satisfy cravings, but also a stable source of carbohydrates, so there is no need to worry about energy problems.

But instead of transplanting it to the mountainside, he plans to transplant them into a new home below the mountain, and then plant them on a large scale into a jicama field!

Chu Zihang carefully dug out the jicama vines, with soil at the roots.

The advantage of jicama is here. It has strong stress resistance, drought resistance, waterlogging resistance, barren resistance and stress resistance, extremely tenacious vitality, and low soil requirements, so there is no problem in transplanting.

After the jicama was done, it was already one o’clock in the afternoon. Chu Zihang took out his whistle and blew a “long and short” summoning whistle.

In a short while, the jungle was full of chickens and dogs, and smoke and dust piled up.

Hearing the whistle, Zhu Hanhan immediately rushed towards Chu Zihang without stopping at all.

Then, the vibration got closer and closer, the leaves swished, and the wild boar king came out from the smoke!

“Humph!”

“Humph!”

When the wild boar king saw Chu Zihang, he immediately hummed excitedly, then braked quickly and stopped in front of Chu Zihang with a bunch of red fruit in his mouth.

“Humph!”

Zhu Hanhan raised his head and arched Chu Zihang with a sullen face, motioning for him to take the fruit.

“Papaya Rong? Okay, I didn’t give you a free meal. I still think about me. You did a good job.”

Chu Zihang took the large bunch of fruits in surprise, with an old father’s smile on his face, and patted its head rewardingly.

“Humph!”

Pig Hanhan raised his head and turned around in a circle.

“I lost it! Pig Hanhan can do it! I will also find food for the scumbag.”

“Tears! Pigs repay their gratitude, this is too positive.”

“Silly son has finally grown up! The old father is very pleased!”

“… Isn’t Jie a joke?”

Chu Zihang patted the pig:

“Hanhan, I’ll cook something delicious for you later. Now you break these trees first, and I’ll make you a piece of equipment.”

“Equipment? Humph!”

Zhu Hanhan didn’t understand what Chu Zihang was talking about, but judging from Chu Zihang’s action demonstration, he understood what the eldest brother called it.

Anyway, it’s right to follow the big brother. The wild boar is not so responsible, and it bumped into the tree with the thickness of the forearm.

In that process, there was no suspense, the boar sat down on the buttocks, and the small tree fell down. .

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