Through the troubled times and famine, I just want to farm peacefully

She smiled brightly, the coldness in her eyes was like melting ice and snow, "Potatoes have high soil requirements for growth, they need soft and breathable soil. When plowing the land, you need to plow it a little deeper, about eight or nine inches."

"That's not that deep, but that's okay. We can dig deeper when the time comes. Do you think we can still plant today?"

The patriarch can't wait any longer.

"Yes, you can plant it. You can rest in the county government office first. I will find someone to load the potatoes."

"I have to go and watch. These guys don't know how to control their work. I'm afraid they will break my buds."

Lin Yinan smiled and said, "Then you can move a chair and sit next to us as a supervisor."

The guards quickly called Lin Hongda and others from Linjia Village to move the potatoes.

When Lin Hongda and others were curious about the potato pieces covered with sprouts on the winnowing basket, it was the first time he had seen this kind of plant.

"I heard from the village chief that this thing is delicious."

"My wife also said it was delicious." Lin Hongda scratched his head. His wife came to help that day and told him about the potatoes when she returned.

Listening to the people inside discussing the taste of potatoes, the clan leader outside the kitchen door could no longer sit still. He stood up, held onto the door frame and looked inside.

"I asked you to come to work, why are you talking nonsense? Be gentle, don't crush those buds."

Seeing someone staring at the potato and drooling, he got a little angry and cursed, "Don't think about food all day long. The city lord said that potatoes are highly poisonous when they sprout."

Just at this moment, Lin Yinan came in wearing a bamboo hat. She helped the clan leader back to sit on the chair and said, "Just sit down, we will take care of everything."

I walked into the kitchen and saw that every potato piece on the dustpan had a sprout as long as a finger.

"Anan, just now the old patriarch said that sprouted potatoes are poisonous?" Lin Hongda was afraid that the patriarch was exaggerating, so when he heard Lin Yinan come in, he asked her in person.

"When the sprouted potatoes turn green and purple, there will be a large amount of toxic solanine around the sprout hole. This toxin is harmful to the human body and cannot be eaten."

"Can't we cook it?"

Some people retracted their hands in fear and dared not pick it up.

Lin Yinan: "It's okay to touch it with your hands, but it's not okay to eat it. The toxins are still there after it's cooked."

Several people looked at each other and laughed, "It was so scary. I thought my hands would be poisoned if I touched it."

When all the potatoes were packed and ready to be planted in the fields, the tribe leader insisted on going along. Lin Yinan had no choice but to ask the guards to lead out the mule, let him sit on it, and then put the basket of potatoes behind it.

Lin Hongda and his companions had already gone ahead, carrying baskets and heading out of the city.

When the mule cart was leaving the city, it met Chief Pan who was returning with a hoe on his back, and he took the initiative to move aside.

"Patriarch Lin, why aren't you resting at home?"

When he saw Chief Lin sitting on the mule cart, his eyes widened in surprise.

The villagers of Linjia Village are really inhumane. Even though the clan leader is so sick, they still insist on pulling him to the fields in a mule cart.

As expected, Chief Lin was heard panting and saying in a hoarse voice, "Those grandsons didn't do their work carefully. I'll go and take a look to feel at ease."

"You better pay attention!"

After Chief Pan finished speaking, the mule cart had already quickly driven out of the city gate. He shook his head, carrying his hoe and continued walking back.

The mule cart stopped on the side of the road, surrounded by a cornfield and unable to enter.

The villagers of Linjia Village hurried forward to help move things from the car, and Lin Yinan helped the clan leader get out of the car.

The chieftain said proudly, "When the corn grows up, no one will know what we planted in it."

"As expected, an old man in the family is like a treasure. You, the clan leader, are our pillar of support."

Seeing his childish appearance, Lin Yinan was happy to coax him.

The chief waved his hand at her and said, "I'll be fine here. Go and talk to him about how to plant the seeds."

Lin Yinan took out a square piece of oil paper from his sleeve pocket and spread it on the stalks of the field.

"The ground is cold. Sit here."

"Okay, go ahead and leave me alone."

In the fields, Lin Shuo and his men were spreading decomposed fertilizer, which were all dry leaves collected by the villagers in the woods in winter.

The person in front was spreading the fertilizer, the person behind was mixing it evenly with farm tools, and finally they started to make ridges.

Lin Hongda saw her coming and waved at her, "Anan, take a look, is this ridge deep enough?"

"An eight or nine inch piece will do."

The book says that ridge making can increase the soil thickness of the planting layer, as well as the soil permeability and better absorption of sunlight over a large area.

In addition, it can also play a role in resisting drought and flooding, storing water and conserving fertilizer, reducing the occurrence of diseases and pests, and increasing potato yields.

"Do you just throw the potatoes down after you make the ridges?"

Some villagers stood there at a loss, not knowing how to plant.

"I'll come, you guys watch."

Lin Yinan picked up a basket of wood ash beside him and sprinkled it into the dug furrows, then sprinkled a thin layer of soil to slightly cover the fertilizer and wood ash in the pit, then planted the potatoes with the buds facing up, and finally covered them with about an inch of soil, and then covered them with soil again after the potatoes sprouted.

"Hey, it's not easy to plant them. They need to be carefully cared for."

"You also need to make ridges for corn, but once the ridges are made, just drop the seeds in and cover them with soil, and they will grow on their own."

Villagers complained that growing potatoes was too troublesome and the process was complicated.

Lin Yinan was not annoyed at all after hearing this. She smiled and said, "Potatoes just need to be planted more carefully so that the yield can be increased."

“Can the yield be higher than corn?”

In the eyes of the villagers, the corn yield of 300 to 400 kilograms per mu is already a high yield.

Lin Yinan recalled the contents of the document with a slight smile on his face.

"According to what the Japanese said, if the potatoes are taken care of well, the yield per mu can reach 3,000 to 4,000 kilograms, or at least over 1,000 kilograms."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone was stunned and their hands that were working froze in mid-air.

“Is it really that high?”

"It takes about 90 days for potatoes to mature from being planted, or maybe even faster. Just be patient and we'll find out."

When Lin Yinan got the seeds, he carefully looked at the blurry planting instructions. These newly developed seeds are not only cold-resistant, but also not prone to insects. They are early-maturing varieties.

Upon hearing this, the villagers acted more carefully, as if they were treating chicks that were about to hatch.

If potatoes were really so productive, they would never have to worry about having no food to eat.

Because it was a new seed experiment, Lin Shuo went to the field every day to check on the growth of the potatoes. Five days later, the potatoes sprouted, and he carefully covered the potatoes with soil.

Lin Yinan then threw the copied potato planting experience booklet to him and asked him to follow up on the subsequent management and fertilization.

Yu Shida led his troops to join the King of Dongyue in April, and in May news of frost came from the Central Plains.

Lin Yinan's worries came true. Extreme frost weather would cause large-scale crop yield reduction or death, resulting in a reduction or even complete loss of grain production.

People's lives will become more difficult!

It seems that a decrease in grain production this year is inevitable, and there are still wars going on everywhere in the Central Plains. I am afraid that a new round of crisis will be triggered by then.