roccoschili Chapter 218 Stolen
Chapter 218 Stolen
Han Yiyi looked at the four sweet potatoes she had put in the stove, but now only two were left, and fell into deep thought.
At this time, the two people on the mountain really wanted to eat the burnt skin of the sweet potato.
"What, what is this? Why is it so delicious..."
The other person couldn't help but licked his fingers again before speaking.
"I don't know either, but what I can be sure of is that we don't have this kind of thing in Nanjing. Just now I saw that woman cooking something with this thing in her pot, and it smelled very sweet. If she hadn't noticed the man in her family, who knows some skills and is afraid of being discovered, she would definitely have served a bowl to try it."
"This is considered to be the most remote village in Beichen Country. Could it be that even in a village like this, every household can eat such delicious food?"
"This family's house doesn't look like that of an ordinary farmer's house. I think the food must be better than other families. Let's go and have a look at other families..."
Half an hour later, the two returned to the back mountain, and this time, they were both holding two bunches of sweet potatoes in their hands. Yes, two bunches of sweet potatoes, the kind that had just been pulled out of the ground and were still covered in mud.
It turned out that there were two people who went to almost every household in Zhushan Village and found that every household was eating this thing.
Not only that, they also heard from the villagers chatting that this thing was planted all over the ground and the yield was astonishingly high. They originally didn't believe that there was any food in the world with such a high yield.
It was not until they pulled two sweet potatoes out of the ground themselves and saw that one of them had five or six fist-sized sweet potatoes sticking out of it that they believed what the villagers said: that there really was such a high-yield and delicious thing in the world.
They also learned from the villagers that this hard thing that can be used to make porridge or roasted is called sweet potato.
The land in Nanjing is poorer than that in Beichen. One acre of land can only produce 200 kilograms of rice at most, which is a world of difference compared to the 5,000 to 6,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes.
The two stole the sweet potatoes, all large and small, and threw them directly into the fire.
It was not for any other reason, but because I didn’t eat enough of the two I “took” from Han Yi’s house just now, so I thought of throwing them all in and roasting them so that I could eat more.
A quarter of an hour later, the two of them watched as the small ones were roasted into charcoal. Even the larger ones were burnt on the outside, leaving only a finger-sized bit of golden flesh inside. They swallowed their saliva.
So the two of them went down the mountain again. When they came back this time, they got a sack from somewhere and loaded the stuff directly up.
Because of their previous experience, the two of them roasted the food much more thoroughly. They burped loudly before speaking.
"What is the intention of this Dongli An? He actually told our king that there is no food left in the whole country of Beichen and everyone has started to eat wild vegetables to fill their stomachs. He also said that if we send troops now, we will definitely be able to take Beichen into our possession. I think they have ulterior motives..."
"Well, it's a good thing that our king is wise and didn't completely believe their lies. Instead, he sent us here to investigate the situation first." He looked at the full sack beside him and continued.
"We will take the rest back to Nanjing and let our king taste this delicacy. Alas! It's a pity that we searched the entire village but only found this one sack. Otherwise, we could have brought more back."
Now that they had eaten their fill and taken what they had, they didn't delay any longer and rode back to Nanjing at full speed.
The next morning, everyone started digging the cellar. As for the sweet potatoes, they wanted to wait a few more days before digging them so that they could grow longer in the ground.
However, there were a few families with children who could not resist their children's clamoring for food, so they endured the pain and dug out two. Seeing the fist-sized sweet potatoes being dug out, everyone's eyes were filled with happiness.
At this moment, a sharp curse sounded in the village.
"Who the hell stole the sweet potatoes from my house? Every family has them, but you shamelessly stole them from mine. I curse you! If you eat my sweet potatoes, I will make your sons born without anus!"
The one who started cursing was the widow Liu from the village. Her husband died of illness a few years ago, and she has been living alone with her two children these years. In order to avoid being bullied by outsiders, she has a very aggressive temper.
She was famous for her loud voice, so when she spoke, the whole village could hear her. However, everyone pretended not to hear anything, because after all, it was not them who stole it.
Widow Liu looked at the more than twenty sweet potatoes that were stolen, and her eyes turned red with anger. She originally wanted to dig them up in a few days, but then she remembered that she had planted a lot of sweet potatoes, and now she had food to eat, so she wanted to make sure her two children were full, so she took her two children to the fields.
But as soon as she arrived at the field, she saw that more than 20 sweet potatoes at the edge of the field had been dug up. It was obviously new soil that had just been dug up. Widow Liu couldn't help but curse around the village again.
At this time, the two people who were rushing to Nanjing at full speed suddenly felt an itchy sensation in their noses and sneezed several times in succession.
In fact, it’s not surprising that Widow Liu scolded the two of them. There were so many sweet potato fields in the whole village, but they just picked that one piece of land to pull up the sweet potatoes.
It only takes three days to travel from Zhushan Village to the border of Nanjing by galloping at full speed, which is why the King of Nanjing chose to come to Zhushan Village for investigation.
The King of Nanjing is an old man over fifty years old, and he doesn't look like a warmonger. However, the reason why he wants to take Beichen into his possession is because the land of Beichen is much richer than that of Nanjing. He wants his people to have enough food to eat and let the people of Nanjing live a more prosperous life.
At this time, he saw the two spies bringing back something, and they said that this thing called sweet potato was everywhere in Beichen, and could produce more than 5,000 kilograms per mu. The old man was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.
However, after eating the sweet potatoes, the old man was instantly conquered by their deliciousness. His eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that there was such delicious food in the world and it could be so productive.
After finishing the whole sweet potato, he asked this time.
"Are you sure that this thing can really produce more than 5,000 kilograms per mu?" Without waiting for the two spies to answer, Emperor Nanjing continued.
"If this stuff can also be grown in our country, then the people of our country will no longer have to worry about going hungry..."
"My lord, I only dug up more than 20 seeds in this sack I brought back. I roughly calculated that there are about 2,000 to 3,000 seeds per acre of land!"