Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Chapter 158 Sweet Potato Yield Brings Joy

In the villa in Mashan Village, because they returned quite late.

Chu Chen simply led all three of them onto the large bed in the master bedroom.

In the quiet Mashan Village, Big Yellow smacked its lips and nudged the newborn puppies in their nest.

Then he glanced disdainfully in the direction of the villa.

He buried his head deep into the straw.

The next day, Chu Chen woke up leisurely, washed up, had breakfast on the first floor, and then climbed to the roof of the villa.

The recliner seemed to be missing something without Chen Qingxuan's figure.

However, after spending several days in Qingyun City, I still didn't see him. He's probably still in Honglangman at the moment.

Just as he was leisurely enjoying this peaceful time.

Village chief Wang Defa shouted loudly from downstairs, "Chuwazi, is Chuwazi home?"

Hearing Wang Defa's anxious shouts, Chu Chen quickly went downstairs.

The first thing you see is Wang Defa, covered in mud, holding several large sweet potatoes in his hands and looking at Chu Chen with an excited expression.

"Uncle Wang, is there anything urgent?"

"Oh, Chuwa, come with me quickly."

Without even bothering with the mud on his hands, he grabbed Chu Chen and headed towards the slope behind the mountain.

From afar, Chu Chen could see a dozen or so people busy on the hillside.

“Chuwazi, look, these sweet potatoes are truly amazing. The yield per mu should not exceed the 40 dan you mentioned.”

Seeing the excited expressions on Wang Defa's and everyone else's faces.

Chu Chen couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Thank you, Chuwazi. From now on, my Mashan Village will never go hungry again."

"Uncle Wang, I didn't lie to everyone, did I? With this, we won't go hungry."

"Yes, we won't go hungry..."

After saying that, Wang Defa grabbed a sweet potato, rubbed off the dirt, and took a bite.

As he bit down, Chu Chen could see tears welling up in Wang Defa's eyes.

So he quickly stepped forward to comfort him, saying, "What are you doing, Uncle Wang? This is a joyous occasion, don't be like this."

"Haha, Chu boy, Uncle Wang is happy, very happy."

Everyone grabbed sweet potatoes and started munching on them.

Seeing the joy in everyone's eyes and the tears in the eyes of the elderly.

Chu Chen was also deeply moved.

Yes, for the people of Mashan Village, who have been farmers for generations, no matter how much money they have...

Nothing feels as secure as a full granary.

"Alright, everyone, we need to dig a cellar to store these sweet potatoes, as they will spoil easily if left outside."

So Chu Chen picked up a hoe and led everyone to a place full of sandy yellow soil, where they dug a hole on the hillside in a very professional manner.

After giving them a brief demonstration of how to dig a cellar, Chu Chen handed over the hoe.

For Chu Chen, it would be better to delegate this kind of work to someone else.

Considering various uses, Chu Chen taught the type of southern direct-cage cellar.

The method involves digging a hole straight down the hillside, putting the sweet potato inside, and then covering it with sandy yellow soil. This way, the sweet potato can be preserved for a long time.

Those sweet potatoes will slowly sprout, and in the spring of the following year, they will be propagated by seedlings and cuttings.

To celebrate this great news, Wang Defa disregarded Chu Chen's objections and decided to host a sweet potato feast for the whole village that very night.

Chu Chen only arranged for everyone to plant a few acres of land.

But the yield was astonishing; seeing cellar after cellar of sweet potatoes, the entire Mashan Village was in an uproar.

Although every family enjoyed the benefits of the salt factory, they had money to buy food.

But what is this? This is grain grown in the fields of Mashan Village.

That evening, everyone gathered in the square, and each child held a raw sweet potato in their hand.

Steamed sweet potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, and sweet potato porridge.

Chu Chen shook his head at this.

Especially when I saw everyone holding raw sweet potatoes.

Chu Chen had the idea of ​​going out to avoid it; eating this stuff raw would probably cause him to fart.

It's easy to imagine what the taste of this batch of salt will be like tomorrow.

Amidst the enthusiastic greetings of the crowd, a plate of steamed sweet potatoes and roasted sweet potatoes, along with a glass of wine, were placed in front of Chu Chen.

Chu Chen picked up a roasted sweet potato and tasted it, realizing that perhaps the environment in ancient times was better.

The taste was indescribable. After eating two, Chu Chen said he couldn't eat any more.

He then bid farewell to everyone and returned to the tea room in the villa.

The villagers in the square were having a blast eating, and even Big Yellow dog carried a roasted sweet potato back to its kennel.

Wang Defa suddenly let out a fart.

He frowned but ignored it and continued munching on the raw sweet potato in his hand.

He just loves this flavor, it's sweet.

Back in the tea room, Chu Chen didn't rest either; he flashed into the space.

He took out paper and pen from a pile of books and started writing and drawing on them.

The sweet potatoes in Mashan Village may see a significant increase in production next year.

To make preservation easier, Chu Chen decided to teach his second uncle how to make sweet potato flour and sweet potato wine.

These two things will definitely make the villagers of Mashan Village rich.

Chu Chen had also seen those rice varieties. This first season might have an adaptation period, but if they were planted on a large scale next year, the yield would definitely increase.

Rice and sweet potato starch can fill your stomach, but sweet potato wine is something else entirely; it's sure to be a hit.

There's no reason why, it's simply because distilled spirits didn't exist in this world yet.

The next day, when Chu Chen woke up, he suddenly felt that the entire Mashan Village had a different smell.

He immediately realized something: Damn, I made you eat so many raw sweet potatoes.

He instructed Hu Zi to call Chu Dazhuang over.

At the villa entrance, Chu Dazhuang stood with a flushed face, refusing to enter Chu Chen's villa no matter what.

Chu Chen understood what was going on, so he wrote down the recipes for sweet potato wine and sweet potato flour that he had written down the night before on the stone at the door.

Chu Dazhuang would often go to the private tutor to learn from him whenever he had free time.

You can roughly understand what Chu Chen wrote.

After Chu Chen's explanation, Chu Dazhuang immediately understood what these two things meant for Mashan Village.

If Chu Chen's previous salt workshop was to help everyone escape poverty, then these two items will lead Mashan Village to prosperity.

"Chu boy, have you really taught this secret recipe to everyone?"

"No, Second Uncle, I trust you. So, I need you to organize a team, make these two things, and manage them properly."

"Of course, it will eventually be learned by others, but that's not a big deal."

Chu Chen had thought about it, but the sweet potatoes would eventually have to go outside.

Even if the villagers of Mashan Village don't tell anyone, Zhou Heng, Zhou Shixun, and Zhou Shicai are still there.

If even one person comes here and sees this thing, it will probably be promoted nationwide.

After all, this is no small matter; it concerns whether the entire Great Xia Dynasty will ever go hungry again.

No matter how powerful he was, Zhou Shixun would find a way to get his hands on it.

It would be better to do a favor and solidify one's position in Zhou Shixun's eyes.

At this moment, before large-scale planting is achieved in Mashan Village, it is best to delay as much as possible.

After all, you should eat your fill first before worrying about others.