Sweet potatoes and potatoes are all new species, although potatoes have been cultivated in small quantities in the south, but they are all landlords and rich peasants who have nothing to plant a little fresh, let alone the north.

Although these farmers have a lot of sweet potatoes and potatoes in their homes, they don't know how to eat them other than raw and steamed.

Sun Zhuangtou didn't want to talk too much, after all, it would be good to have food to starve to death in these years, and what tricks did he want.

But Sun Zhuangtou has a good memory, when Liu Hongjian first came to Tangshanzhuang to instruct them to plant new crops, he said that there are many ways to eat sweet potatoes and potatoes, and when he saw Liu Hong's gradually kind face, he asked more.

"Hahaha, what does this king think is the matter? As for this new way to eat, that's a lot! The farmers were rewarded with a smile on their faces, and even Liu Hongji's mood was much better.

Seeing the old man's squirming and pinching, for fear that he would be angry, he laughed.

Sweet potatoes and potatoes are both relatively solid, and there are many ways to eat them, sweet potatoes can be eaten raw, roasted, boiled, steamed, and fried.

Thinking of the fried browned dried sweet potatoes and French fries on the street in later generations, Liu Hongjian was a little relished.

"Let's go, go to the village, open the stove, this king will be the chef today, teach you how to eat these sweet potatoes and potatoes!" Liu Hong gradually said that he would do it, and he took a group of villagers into the village in a hurry.

There were many people who worked well, and after a while, a few large cauldrons were set up in the small square in the middle of the village, and pieces of sweet potatoes and potatoes were washed clean by the village women.

The first pot is used for cooking, the second pot is used for steaming, and the third pot is used for frying.

It took more than a dozen dealers to fill a small pot of oil, and it wasn't until Liu Hongjian gave each one a tael of silver that some distressed dealers stretched their brows.

Dried sweet potatoes are grated and noodles are made, potatoes are cut into strips, hot oil is boiling for a while, and golden sweet potato balls and fries are poured into the bamboo basket that has been prepared for a long time.

The weather was hot, Liu Hong had already taken off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and took the iron fence to put out the fries.

"Shhhh Liu Hong gradually disregarded decency, pinched a piece of French fries and put it in his mouth, and kept inhaling the hot ones.

"Slow down, serve a bowl to the adult!" Xu Zhuangtou has always been by Liu Hongji's side, and it is the first time he has seen such a down-to-earth prince.

However, this is all the blessing of the farmers, most of the fertile land in Shuntian Mansion belongs to the imperial village, and most of the people also live by being tenant farmers for the royal family.

And the young but kind-hearted prince in front of him is in charge of the entire imperial village, which means that most of the people in the Shuntian Mansion are blessed this year, can he not be happy?

The taste is not bad, but it seems that something is missing, Liu Hong gradually took a sip of cold white and smoothed.

Well, come to think of it, lack of ketchup!

The heart said that potatoes and tomatoes are both native to the Americas, and this potato has been transmitted to the Ming Dynasty, and I have never seen this tomato.

It's been a long time since I've eaten tomato scrambled eggs, well, I'll have to ask Lao Liangtou to send some brocade guards to check it out.

"Old Zhuangtou, you can also taste it, and you, don't be polite, come and come, taste it!" Liu Hong gradually held the bamboo basket and motioned to the farmers around him to eat.

At first, the villagers didn't dare to take it, after all, they were in front of the prince of the Ming Dynasty, and who could afford to let a prince serve food to these lowly people?

Seeing that Liu Hong's face was displeased, Xu Zhuangtou took the lead in picking up a piece of French fries and grinning and put it in his mouth.

"What, do you dare to think that this king's fried is not delicious? Catch more, you're still a big man! Liu Hong gradually saw that the old man was like a little lady and only grabbed one, and then joked.

All the villagers laughed when they saw the embarrassment of the head of the village, and then they also knew that this prince was different from other magnates, and they all grabbed the bamboo basket, and the fries in the frame were eaten clean after a while.

Then Liu Hongjian instructed several ladies to grind the dried sweet potatoes and dried potatoes, add dried yeast, flour, corn flour, sorghum flour, etc. to make noodles, and steam a pot of mixed noodles steamed buns.

The steamed buns steamed with only potato flour are difficult to shape, difficult to shape, poor in taste, cracking, and difficult to produce gas, and many women in the village have also tried it.

The dough steamed from the sweet potatoes is even more ugly, red and sweet and greasy, and looks like a lump of yellow and red rice fields.

But after adding a certain proportion of wheat flour, sorghum flour and other grains, the taste is different, the steamed bread is soft and steaming, plus the sorghum flour is decorated, it is sweet and sweet but not greasy, and it is more delicious than the steamed bread steamed from all white flour.

White flour is a treasure in the villager's house, only during the New Year is willing to steam a pot of steamed buns for the children at home to enjoy, usually at most mixed with sorghum and other sundries to cook some porridge to eat.

And now it's good, every household has stored a lot of sweet potatoes and dried potatoes, plus the six stones of grain that Liu Hong gradually promised, even if it is all used to steam steamed buns, it is enough to eat until the next year.

Blessings! Many farmers are holding steamed buns in their hands, and tears are about to fall.

In addition to these ways to eat sweet potatoes and potatoes, sweet potatoes can also be made into vermicelli, and potatoes can also be made into potato flour and other things.

These were common foods on the streets in later generations, and although Liu Hong gradually didn't know how to make these things, he still talked about them roughly.

He believes that it will not be long before these farmers will be able to figure it out themselves.

After eating the whole potato feast, Xu Zhuangtou vaguely talked about the current drought situation.

Although all the households carry water to water the fields, more than 180 households manage more than 600 hectares of farmland, and where can they water it.

Liu Hong gradually signaled that the old village head did not have to worry too much, even if the autumn grain was not harvested, and the food was not enough to eat, he could still go to the palace to find him, and he would definitely not care.

And he didn't want to rely on the sky to eat, he was a high-achieving student from later generations, there will always be a way, there will always be a way, Liu Hong's expression was serious, and he planned to go back to discuss with Song Yingxing.

The prince is so kind, even if he doesn't sleep, he has to lead the farmers to water a few more farmlands, and he definitely can't let the prince suffer from the royal trouble, Xu Zhuangtou said secretly in his heart.

After appeasing the villagers of Tangshanzhuang, Liu Hongjian and the seven of them rode slowly on the way back to Beijing.

On both sides of the road were corn fields more than one person high, and there was no wind in the afternoon, and the end was sultry and tight.

It is not easy to set up a life for the people, but this natural disaster is a big difficulty, and this is still the imperial village under his control.

What about other places? Henan, Shandong, Beizhili......

The landlords and gentry in these places are not so kind to distribute more food to the people in the year of the catastrophe, thinking of this, Liu Hong's eyes gradually lit up.

The nobles of the dynasty, don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless, you are too greedy, how can you calm the hearts of the people without seeing some blood?

"Be careful, sir!" Liu Hong was gradually thinking about many troubles, and the bull mallet suddenly roared and pounced on him.

Liu Hong was gradually taken aback and was about to scold, when he saw a group of masked people rushing out of the corn fields on both sides, dozens of them.

These masked men each held sharp blades in their hands and surrounded the seven people in an instant, and at such a close distance, Liu Hongjian could even see the fierce eyes of these people.

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