Lao Zhu smiled shyly.

"Have heard a little bit!"

"By the way, fellow man, how does this species grow, what is its yield, and can it be used as a staple food?"

The old man said quickly after hearing this.

"That's great!"

"To be honest, I have eaten it secretly many times, hahaha!"

"Let me tell you, this thing can be eaten baked, boiled, or steamed. It's delicious no matter how you eat it!"

“And this plant is easy to plant. You don’t have to pick the ground. You can plant it on any hill or patch of land!”

“It’s also easy to take care of. You only need to thin out the seedlings and weed when they are young, and then you don’t have to worry about it once the crops grow!”

"It's just that the government's control is strict now. In addition to keeping the golden rice for planting each year, everything else has to be recycled at the government price, which makes us make a lot of money..."

When Lao Zhu heard this, he was dumbfounded again. He never thought that the Ming government would do such harm to the people.

"Fellow, how can the government enforce the law, but there are ruthless officials forcing you to sell at a low price?"

The old man smiled awkwardly after hearing this.

"It's not that they force us to sell at a low price, it's just...it's just not as high as the price offered by foreign merchants..."

"How much?"

"Ten cents for a pound of grain is actually not too low..."

"Shiwen?"

Lao Zhu's eyes almost popped out of his head when he heard this. If he remembered correctly, fine japonica rice in Ming Dynasty was not so expensive, right?

Now for such a little-known golden rice, the government actually offers ten cents per catty. This old man thinks the offer is low. How much can foreign merchants give?

"Old man, did the merchant give you a lot?"

The old man heard this and said, "Smash it!"

"No, foreign merchants have given me as much as fifteen cents per catty!"

"But the people from the government said that if we don't sell enough grain to the government, we won't be allowed to grow it next year. We can only sell it to the government at a low price. Do you think it's annoying or not?"

Lao Zhu was indeed angry after hearing this, but he was not angry with the government, but with the old man.

He felt that this old man was too greedy. Even if he paid ten cents per kilogram, he still wasn't satisfied!

According to the scale of his family's land, which is at least dozens of acres, the yield of one acre of land is even 500 kilograms, which is still a profit of five taels of silver. For dozens of acres of land, there are at least hundreds of taels of silver!

In which dynasty did ordinary farmers earn so much from farming in a year?

Lao Zhu saw a field of crops near the cornfield and couldn't help pointing there and asked.

"Fellow, what are they growing over there? It doesn't look like our Ming Dynasty crops?"

The old man gave a thumbs up after hearing this.

"Expert!"

"You are absolutely right. This thing is not produced in the Ming Dynasty. It is said that it is also produced in the Golden Continent. It is called golden potato, but we country people call this thing potato, or potato."

"oh oh……"

When Lao Zhu heard this, he showed a surprised expression. He had also heard this from Zhu Yunxi, but only once.

"How about this thing?"

When the old man heard this, he did not answer directly. Instead, he led Lao Zhu and his party to the potato field. He picked up a burning black stick on the ground and poked it twice in the fire, and pulled out a few black sticks.

of soil lumps.

"Brother, this is roasted potatoes. If you don't mind, try it!"

"this……"

While Lao Zhu was hesitating, Tang He picked up the potatoes from the ground and started beating them.

He has eaten this stuff before. In fact, it is sold at small stalls in the county town.

But looking at Lao Zhu’s appearance, it’s obvious that he probably hasn’t eaten yet.

Tang He ate a potato in front of Lao Zhu, then peeled another potato and handed it to Lao Zhu. Lao Zhu took a bite and felt it was soft, sweet and glutinous, with an indescribable deliciousness.

"Well!"

"This food is well presented and very delicious. It's much better than that crappy cassava thing!"

When the old man heard Lao Zhu's compliment, he smiled with satisfaction.

“As long as the guests like it!”

"If you like to eat it, we will dig out dozens of kilograms for you and take it with you. Whether you take it back and eat it, it will be delicious whether it is roasted, boiled or stewed!"

"Let me tell you, this thing is best eaten as stewed meat. It's so delicious that even the emperor could eat it from his throne!"

When Tang He heard this, he looked at Lao Zhu with a black mouth and couldn't help laughing.

This old man is really right. Has His Majesty, their Emperor, really stepped down from his throne?

Seeing that Tang He dared to make fun of himself, Lao Zhu gave him a fierce look, and then continued talking with the fellow villager.

"Fellow fellow, aren't there any government restrictions on this thing?"

The old man shook his head when he heard this.

"not limited!"

"The yield of this thing is so high. If you plant a potato in the tooth, it will grow a bunch of potatoes in the autumn, and you can't eat them all!"

"Last year, my family won ten acres of land. How could we possibly dig out tens of thousands of kilograms of land? The potatoes we ate for my grandson are now making him vomit. In the end, we had no choice but to cook them and feed them to the pigs.

"

"Feed the pigs?"

When Lao Zhu heard this, he looked at the potatoes that he had almost finished eating. He felt that the potatoes were no longer fragrant...
Chapter completed!