Chapter 648 644. Digging potatoes

"This is Qiuyan No. 9."

After entering the planting area of ​​greenhouse No. 2, Luo Yihang pointed to the field full of crops in front of him and said.

"Isn't this yam egg?" The old village chief from Qin Qiuyan's hometown recognized it at the first sight.

They call potatoes yam eggs.

"Yes, Uncle Qin, your Yan Zi is the one who bred them. Come, dig one up and take a look." Luo Yihang took over the conversation and pulled out a shovel from the tool rack at the door and handed it over.

Qin Qiuyan's village is called Xiaoqin Village, and most of the villagers have the surname Qin, and they are all related. When introducing him just now, the old village chief called himself Old Man Qin, and he is actually Qin Qiuyan's second uncle.

The name "Laohan" is the same as "Laoshan".

Old Man Qin took the shovel, looked around, and saw that everyone was staring at him with anticipation.

Without saying a word, he rubbed his hands on his pants, found a potato plant nearby, placed the shovel near the root and stomped his foot into it.

Then, with one hand in front and the other behind, he used both arms to lift a full shovel of dirt and piled it aside.

The soil in the pit scattered, revealing a corner of the potato.

Old man Qin picked up a shovel and gently dug it left and right a few times, revealing the entire potato, which looked like a small ball.

"It's so big!" Old Man Qin was surprised by the big potato, but then he was disappointed, "It's cracked, what a pity."

After saying that, Old Man Qin squatted down, dug the big potato out of the soil, and stood up holding it in both hands.

It’s so big that I can’t hold it with one hand.

Old man Qin weighed it and said, "It must be more than three pounds."

Then I looked down and saw there was more below.

"Dig them all?" asked Old Man Qin.

"Dig up all of this one. Let's see the yield."

"Okay."

Old man Qin picked up the shovel again, and with a few clicks, he dug out three big potatoes.

Although the last three are slightly smaller, each weighs one or two kilograms.

Four large potatoes were placed side by side at his feet. Old man Qin stared at them with his head down, feeling a little dizzy.

This is just one plant, the yield is probably about ten kilograms.

He has been growing potatoes all his life, so how could he not know how much one plant can produce? One or two kilograms is common, and three or four kilograms is considered a lot.

But he had never seen a plant weighing ten kilograms like this one.

"This plant has grown four seeds. Uncle Qin is so lucky." Luo Yihang said with a smile.

It turns out that there are not all of them. Old Man Qin breathed a sigh of relief.

There are thousands of plants in an acre of field. It is normal that one or two plants grow larger occasionally... How can it be normal? Even if there are more, they can't weigh ten kilograms.

"Then this one doesn't count. I'll dig another one." Old Man Qin said as he picked up the shovel again.

Luo Yihang stretched out his hand to stop him, "No need, four more, three less, it's all the same."

"Are they all this big?" Old Man Qin stopped.

"About the same. There are about 3,000 plants per acre in the experimental field, and the yield per acre is 25,000 to 26,000 kilograms. Any potato will yield one or two kilograms."

clang!
The shovel in Old Man Qin's hand fell to the ground and he stared at Qin Qiuyan.

He finally understood why they were called and why they were notified that a capable man had emerged in the village.

Damn, this is so capable!

"This... this was made by you, Yanzi?"

His eyes are sharp and a little scary.

Qin Qiuyan subconsciously hid behind Shi Juan and nodded gently, "Second uncle, I raised him together with Sister Ying, Sister Juan, and Professor Feng."

Hearing this, Old Man Qin slapped his thigh and shouted in annoyance: "Second uncle is sorry for you. I shouldn't have scolded you at the beginning."

Then he squatted down and stroked the big potato, "Oh, oh, twenty-five thousand, twenty-five thousand!" He slapped his thigh again, "Why are they all cracked~~"

The old man was so dizzy that he didn't know what to say...
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Don't let anything bad happen to you again.

Luo Yihang turned around to look for someone.

Forget it, Director Zhou of the Fangshan County Poverty Alleviation Office had a similar expression.

It seems that this person has been working at the grassroots level for many years and is familiar with the normal yield and size of potatoes.

The two leaders and several corporate representatives did not react so strongly; they were just slightly surprised.

Luo Yihang reached out and helped Old Man Qin up, and handed him over to Qin Qiuyan, "Yanzi, take care of your second uncle. You two can chat."

He turned around and smiled at the vice presidents and directors, "Would you like to try it too? This greenhouse is currently growing Qiuyan 9. Let's take a few more spots and get some samples to test the composition."

This is what I was waiting for.

After exchanging a few polite words, they went straight to work, grabbing shovels and hoes from the tool rack.

Kill towards the farmland.

Tong Yan and the other two signaled to Luo Yihang and followed him.

These people are really...straightforward.

Don’t even look at the ones that are nearby, and don’t look at the ones that are on the sides either.

All went deep into the farmland.

People were scattered far apart, and one man even carried a hoe and ran straight to the end of the greenhouse. He wanted to dig the innermost part.

If you say take a few more points, then you really take a few more points.

However, Director Zhou from the Fangshan County Poverty Alleviation Office did not go with them.

He came to Luo Yihang and asked with a little hesitation: "Boss Luo, I remember that the yield in the laboratory seems to be higher than that in the field. If this is planted in the field, how much can it produce per mu?"

This person is indeed a grassroots worker, and his questions hit the nail on the head.

The record domestic potato yield per mu is 10,000 kilograms, less than 11,000 kilograms.

With normal planting, high-yield varieties, suitable climate and soil, and scientific daily management, the yield can reach six to seven thousand kilograms.

It is usually around four to five thousand kilograms.

The taste is particularly good, but the yield is low, only two to three thousand kilograms.

As for Qiuyan No. 9, Luo Yihang's answer was: "Generally, laboratory crops will be higher. For potatoes, it will generally be 20% to 30% higher. However, how big the difference will be, we will know after trial planting. But even if it is reduced by half, there will still be 13,000 kilograms."

"Reduce it by half, 13,000..." Director Zhou's legs went weak and he almost fell down.

Luo Yihang quickly supported him.

Director Zhou grabbed Luo Yihang's arm with both hands and pleaded in his voice, "Boss Luo, please let us plant in Fangshan County. Our Fangshan County is suffering too much..."

"Don't worry, don't worry. Yanzi cultivated this variety for his hometown. Xiaoqinzhuang is the first to plant it. I invited you here to discuss this matter. I have already found a market."

Luo Yihang quietly pointed to the business representatives in suits and ties who were digging potatoes in the field.

"Thank you, thank you so much." Director Zhou had tears in his eyes and his voice was tearful.

"No, no, we should thank Yan Zi. She has been working hard for five years since she started school."

"Yes, yes, Yan Zi, Yan Zi..."

Yanzi was talking to her second uncle over there.

It seemed that Old Man Qin had recovered. His face was flushed and he looked so happy.

Luo Yihang did not go over, but moved closer to Shi Juan and asked quietly: "What's the matter with scolding Yan Zi?"

That’s what Old Man Qin said when he was crying just now.

Shi Juan also answered quietly: "At first, Yanzi had good grades, and everyone in the village was happy, hoping that she would pass the exam and stay in the city, and not return to the poor mountain valley. In the end, Yanzi really passed the exam, but she insisted on studying agriculture. The village chief scolded her, saying that she was farming, wasn't it enough? The village finally had a college student, why not study farming, and then want to come back in the future."

Shi Juan learned it very well and vividly.

(End of this chapter)