Nine hundred and ninetieth chapters dig potatoes (five)
The second regiment has been transformed into small troops.
The fields inside many forests are not large, so naturally they do not require many manpower.
The only access to these fields is simple dirt roads, and the only way to get the potatoes out is to use human power.
Yang Mingzhi finally stood in a potato field like this, which was a piece of land of about 3,000 square meters. Like the farmland just now, it was also a densely packed potato nursery.
The environment here is very good. When you look up, you will see that the tall red pines are growing unusually tall to fight for the sunlight. They surround the field, as if a skylight has opened in the dome of the forest, or the field is the bottom of a well.
Yang Mingzhi, who has a basic understanding of agriculture, was worried: "Is there enough sunshine in this environment? There are also a group of large trees around that compete with potatoes for nutrients. Can their roots expand?"
Originally, a platoon of soldiers was in charge here. Now, together with the guards brought by Yang Mingzhi, a total of seventy people participated in the excavation.
The personnel were immediately divided into groups, with some responsible for digging and others responsible for collecting potatoes.
Yang Mingzhi was one of the many excavators. The order had been issued and he started working.
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The digging work becomes more meaningful when you eat potatoes dug by yourself. The only drawback is that the yield and the size of the potatoes here are obviously smaller than those in the fields outside the forest.
Lavrenti was a little frustrated. As if he had made a mistake, he approached the commander who was squatting on the ground sweating.
"Sorry, we still haven't taken good care of the land. The potatoes here are too small, many are only as big as eggs!"
"Yes! I paid attention too!" Yang Mingzhi wiped away his sweat and accidentally forgot that his right hand was still full of dirt. At this moment, a flash of light suddenly hit him.
Yang Mingzhi turned his head with great vigilance, and saw that Bielski actually saluted with a smile. This guy's film was not used up, and Yelentina had dug out some new ones from a crack in the ground and forgot to hide them.
One roll?
With a wink at the man, Yang Mingzhi continued to respond to Lavrenti.
Because he is not an agriculturalist, Yang Mingzhi used his common sense to explain why the yield of the farmland here is not high.
"There is a lack of light here, so potatoes don't grow as well as outside the forest, and nutrients are robbed by the big trees. The most important point is that the output of chemical fertilizers is too little..."
Lavrenti clapped his hands as if he didn't understand, "It seems that sir knows how to farm!"
He praised him as much as he praised, and Yang Mingzhi was not humble. The fact is that the yield of fields in this kind of forest is not good, so there was no discussion on this at the meeting. But thinking about it from another angle, there is no need to dwell on it.
, Mao Zimen’s expectations for potatoes are not high. There is nothing wrong with them growing to the size of eggs. As long as the quantity is large, there will be no problem.
Seventy people went into battle and swept the entire field from two directions.
As the commander of the group, Yang Mingzhi raised his butt, and the other "farmers" worked together, bit by bit, and even dug out potatoes that were only the size of sparrow eggs. Potatoes that are too small have huge potential.
, as long as they are sent to the greenhouse for germination, they can soon be used as seeds and re-sown in the fields, including those the size of sparrow eggs.
Today’s lunch is to eat these freshly dug potatoes. Because this is the reward for digging, everyone has the right to have a full meal on this day. This is a rare opportunity for many villagers, and there is a lot of digging work.
Physical exertion also forces people to eat more.
It was noon, and more than half of the 3,000 square meters of land had been cleared. As long as we worked some more after dinner, we could call it a day.
Yang Mingzhi sweated a lot. He sat quietly on the edge of the field, holding a kettle and drinking hard. Then he took out the cigarette case, held two cigarettes in his mouth and lit them. One smoked by himself, and the other was handed to the intimate.
Subordinate Lavrenti.
This concern moved Lavrenti so much that he blew smoke rings to show off his unique skills. When the officers did this, the soldiers imitated it, but the officers smoked captured German products, while the soldiers often found them from nowhere.
The hay that came was used as tobacco leaves, and the so-called horse and smoke were rolled into pieces with torn paper. This behavior was no different from smoking the green smoke from the firewood pile. Fortunately, there were tobacco leaves in the airdrop items, which solved the problem of a group of soldiers.
need.
When it comes to eating potatoes, Belarus has a variety of ways to eat them, the most primitive of which is roasted potatoes.
The bonfire was lit, and the soldiers used their daggers to peel off the skins of the potatoes, tie them with twigs, and roast them on the fire. Some even threw the potatoes whole at the bottom of the hot fire and roasted them.
Seeing the soldiers eating lunch like this, Yang Mingzhi didn't need the can of beef in his backpack. Yang Mingzhi also made potato skewers for himself and grilled them with the soldiers...
Soldiers usually have big appetites, and a lot of physical energy consumption forces people to eat more. Before the arrival of airdrop supplies, most soldiers relied on these potatoes to survive.
Yang Mingzhi's homemade potato skewers were basically cooked, and the aroma made people drool. He sprinkled some salt on the potatoes and ate them simply.
As for others, they used wooden sticks to pull out the dark lumps buried in the hot plant ash. After the temperature dropped, they gently wiped off the outside, leaving only the core of the fruit. This kind of baked potato
This method is most common among frontline soldiers. After all, water is also a precious resource in the trenches. Why waste water resources to boil potatoes?
It is said that eating barbecue regularly will cause cancer. Nowadays, it is meaningless to say this. Yang Mingzhi ate a bunch of sticks, but he still felt that it was not enough. The wooden sticks that had been licked clean were put on several more with the skin cut off.
After the picnic, all the excavation work was soon over. This field of only 3,000 square meters had a good harvest, and the potatoes dug up piled up like mountains.
These potatoes are generally small in size, but the advantage is that they are extremely abundant. Yang Mingzhi does not know the starch content of local varieties, but he knows that these grains are really good because of his bulging belly due to overeating and his strong physical strength!
Wiping away the sweat of hard work, Yang Mingzhi knew that more important things were still waiting for him.
After the war, the Soviet Union will have time to work on agriculture. They will develop mechanized agriculture. The heavy work of harvesting potatoes, for example, has been replaced by machinery in many areas. Currently, people still have to use the ancient method, sack by sack.
Move it!
Looking at this hill-like pile of potatoes, Yang Mingzhi felt a pain in his shoulders. He couldn't delay what he had to do for a moment.
He held the shovel high and shouted at the busy soldiers: "Attention, comrades, we are transporting potatoes out of the forest now! Stop smoking and act now!"
No one dared to disobey this order. After smoking a cigarette, they decisively pinched it and stuffed it into their pockets. The soldiers opened their fleeing bags and began to stuff potatoes into them as hard as they could.
Yang Mingzhi wiped away his sweat. He had already put his big-brimmed military hat aside and tied a towel on his head. In the eyes of the Russians, this really looked like the dress of Russian working women. In short, after doing this, the scars on his head
Sweat will no longer wash your face.
He glanced around. The soldiers were starting to load the goods, including Lavrenty.
Those few people, on the other hand, were still holding notebooks and writing on them with pens...