The old villagers who had recovered did not bother to ask the doctor about their physical condition. They all quickly struggled and quickly moved to Jiang Hao's side to kneel down.

"Son of the Holy Son..."

"Sir, I wonder if I can give the Ming King a good seed!"

"Sir, our life is hard..."

"Sir, my third son starved to death back then!"

...

The dialect is mixed with official language, and among the vast majority of northern dialects, one or two southern Wu dialects can occasionally be mixed with.

However, although the voices are mixed, the tone of the words is basically the tone, that is, complaining.

The present is painful, the past is painful.

How many people in the family have starved to death, how many people in the village have starved to death, etc.

Although Jiang Hao didn't understand their dialect very well, he knew very well that he suddenly knelt on his side and spoke at the harvest time, and he definitely wanted a good seed.

Apart from that, there is no second possibility.

"Miao Yi, please help them up!"

As Jiang Hao said, he bent down and quickly helped the old man closest to him up toughly.

At the same time, he explained loudly:

"Dear village elders, don't worry.

Since we have planted seeds like us, we must let everyone plant them!

If we don’t plant it, how can we collect grain taxes!

Let you plant ordinary grains, or these good varieties. We can clearly distinguish which grain tax will be collected!

Do you think so?”

By the time he finished speaking, Miao Yi had already brought people to help dozens of village elders up.

After those village elders were persuaded like this, they thought again that what the Shengzi said was indeed reasonable.

If you still plant daily food, even if you collect 100% of the grain tax, you can only charge more than 200 kilograms per mu of land.

What's more, there is still a lot of drought this year. Even if there are water conservancy measures in many fields, the yield per mu is estimated to be only about 100 kilograms at most. If you encounter someone who is not hardworking, it may be less than 100 kilograms.

But if you plant this kind of seed with a yield of 10,000 jin per mu, even if you follow the grain tax originally set by the Ming Dynasty, that is, 30, one tax, then you can still collect about 300 jin per mu!

Thinking of this, the villagers' hearts were immediately calm.

Seeing their expressions change, Jiang Hao also understood that they were already a little relieved, so he immediately explained:

"But there are still few good varieties now, which is not enough to plant the entire Luliang.

So, in the next season, sweet potatoes, potatoes, corn and the like will still be bred at this planting base!

At that time, it would be better for each village to send someone to see how we cultivate it and learn the cultivation methods we have here.

At the same time, some people here will teach you how to plant these three varieties.

When the seedlings are cultivated, the people you sent can go back with sweet potato seedlings and planting techniques to plant in your village.

What do you think of this?"

"Son of the Holy Son is right!"

"Affect the teachings of the Son!"

After the excitement and loss of mind before, those village elders have basically recovered and their thoughts have been cleared.

Therefore, each of them naturally calmed down a lot and understood that the method Jiang Hao said was indeed the best way to deal with it.

After all, no matter what, they do know nothing about planting good varieties and how to reproduce them.

If you don’t learn anything and just get the good seeds back from the Holy Son, wouldn’t it be a waste of the good seeds?

Seeing that they could make sense, Jiang Hao was relieved and quickly ordered:

"Miao Yi, I picked up about ten kilograms of sweet potatoes, put them in water and cook them, and let them share them with them!

Since you will plant it in the future, you must taste it.

The other two kinds of good varieties are too small now, so I won’t share them with you. When the number of reproduction is enough, I will share some for you to taste in the next season!”

As for why you choose the bigger one.

That's because no matter how big the sweet potato grows, the buds on the sweet potato are relatively limited. It is impossible to say that because one sweet potato is ten times the size of another sweet potato, the buds on it are more than ten times the size of another small sweet potato.

At most, it’s just a little more, but not outrageously, so in comparison, it’s still more cost-effective to eat larger ones, and you can save more buds.

I have to say that Jiang Hao has also acted to the core.

To be honest, if we weren't worried that everyone wouldn't trust the taste of this food and whether it could be eaten, Jiang Hao wouldn't even give them these dozen pounds of sweet potatoes.

After all, if more than ten kilograms of sweet potatoes are really trying their best to cultivate and reproduce, it will be no problem to produce dozens of acres of sweet potatoes in the next season.

It feels so distressed even if I think about it.

There will be dozens of acres of sweet potatoes in the next season, and then there will be thousands or tens of thousands of acres of sweet potatoes in the next season!

Miao Yi did not realize the heartache hidden deep in Jiang Hao, and he also happily picked up more than a dozen larger sweet potatoes, and hugged them to the base cafeteria not far from here.

He had been serving this sweet potato field honestly for three months, and had long been very curious about the taste of the good seeds given by the Ming King.

Now I have the opportunity to taste the taste, but it's not very active.

The base canteen is cooking breakfast at the canteen at the planting base. Therefore, when cooking sweet potatoes, there is no need to cook hot water, and there are ready-made ones, so it quickly peeled off more than a dozen kilograms of sweet potatoes and cooked them.

At this time, Jiang Hao also brought a group of people, including the village elder, to the base cafeteria, and each of them shared a bowl of sweet potatoes.

It is said to be a bowl, but in fact, the bowl mainly contains sweet potato soup, and each person only has an egg-sized sweet potato body.

But no one disliked it. They all had a pilgrimage and respectful attitude, and carefully tasted the sweet potato in their bowl.

The taste of this high-yield quick-growing sweet potato is very good. Not only does it have almost no fiber content, it is also very soft, glutinous and sweet, and the sweetness is three degrees higher than that of normal sweet potatoes.

Not to mention the King of the Sweet Potato itself has a halo of Ming Wang and high-yield halo, this taste is enough to conquer this lot of people who have basically no chance to eat sugar on weekdays!

Several village elders even cried happily.

Originally, they saw that this kind of good breed yield was so high that they had no hope for the taste or something.

After all, the production of cassava is also very high, but the taste is poor and it is almost impossible to eat.

With such a lesson, and the name of sweet potato also contains the word "potato", everyone naturally doesn't have much hope for its taste.

I even thought that if it was too unpalatable then, I would have to eat it and praise it anyway.

However, it is precisely because the lower the hope value in your heart, the more you feel the more surprised and delicious it is when you taste such soft, sweet sweet potatoes.

What kind of fairy food is this!

So delicious, is there any?

It smells so good!
Chapter completed!