Restart the Disaster of Another World

Hundreds of acres of sweet potatoes were planted in Qingyang County. When the soil was dug up, the sweet potatoes were piled up like a mountain, as if they could crush people to death. People were busy harvesting these sweet potatoes. However, with the arrival of the harvest, troubles also followed.

Sweet potatoes, also known as sweet potatoes or yams, are difficult to preserve, unlike other crops. Although one acre of land can produce thousands of kilograms of sweet potatoes, the actual yield is much lower than that of grains such as rice due to its high water content. Moreover, if not properly stored, it is easy to mold, sprout, or even be infested with insects.

Since the sweet potato harvest began, the aroma of steamed sweet potatoes has filled Qingyang County. Cages of steamed red sweet potatoes are cut into strips and laid out in the sun to dry into sweet potato chips. In addition, Duan Shubai also customized dozens of stone mills, which rotate continuously to grind the sweet potatoes into pulp and make vermicelli for storage.

Jing Yao went to harvest sweet potatoes for several days. There were so many that they couldn't be piled up. His house was also filled with sweet potatoes.

What's even more frightening is that after he taught Wen Qun how to make sweet potato snacks, Wen Qun and Wen Yu completely fell in love with candied sweet potatoes. They fried sweet potato strips at home every day and boiled syrup to wrap the sweet potatoes and eat them. He enjoyed frying them and enjoyed making them.

Unfortunately, he had the stomach of a small cat and could not eat many pieces, so he made so many sweet potato strips, and except for giving them to Wen Yu, he forced Jing Yao to eat the rest.

He even said confidently: "You usually have such a big appetite and can finish two or three bowls of rice. What's wrong with asking you to eat a few sweet potato fries?"

Jing Yao looked helplessly at the pile of sweet potato chips in front of him, feeling as if he was in a sweet nightmare. These sweet potato chips looked golden and crispy, but every bite was full of rich sugar, making people feel extremely greasy.

Jing Yao sighed and said, "I do have a big appetite, but that doesn't mean I can eat so many sweets! And these sweet potato chips are too sweet. Eating too much will be bad for your health."

Wen Qun disagreed. He widened his eyes and said, "You are just making excuses! You just don't want to eat my sweet potato fries. Do you think I don't cook them well?"

Jing Yao quickly shook his head and explained: "It's not like that, you cooked it very well. It's just that I really can't eat any more. If I eat any more I will turn into a sugar man." After saying that, he showed a pitiful expression.

Wen Qun glanced at Jing Yao, then at the sweet potato fries on the table, feeling a little guilty. He realized that he might have forced Jing Yao to eat too many sweets, so he decided to change his strategy.

Wen Qun picked up a piece of sweet potato fry, took a small bite, then frowned and said, "Oh, it seems a little too sweet." Then, he picked up another piece of sweet potato fry and handed it to Jing Yao, saying, "But this tastes very good, you should try it."

Jing Yao hesitated for a moment, but finally took the piece of sweet potato chips. He took a bite carefully, and indeed felt a strong sweetness rising to the tip of his tongue. But seeing Wen Qun's expectant eyes, he still managed a smile and said, "Well, it tastes good."

When Wen Qun heard this, he immediately became happy and said, "Haha, I knew you would like it. Come on, another piece." As he said that, he picked up another piece of sweet potato chips and handed it to Jing Yao's mouth.

Jing Yao smiled helplessly, secretly complaining in his heart. It seems that he is destined to be drowned by this pile of sweet potato fries today...

In order to avoid the sweet potatoes that were everywhere in the city, Jing Yao took Wen Qun out for a walk.

In the woods to the west, three houses have been built beside the woods. These wooden houses will surround a large courtyard in the shape of a Chinese character “回”. Now some people are still building wooden houses on the edge. When they saw Jing Yao and the others, they bowed and said, “Greetings, sir, and hello, husband.”

Jing Yao nodded and took Wen Qun into the yard. There were many wooden boxes piled in front of the built wooden house. The two stood in front of the pile of wooden boxes.

Wen Qun saw that the small uncovered box on the top was filled with a group of little yellow ducks that were rubbing against each other.

Wen Qun looked at the people around him, his eyes silently asking: Why did you bring me here?

Jing Yao patted Wen Qun's shoulder, couldn't help laughing, touched his nose, coughed, and pretended to be serious: "Qun Qun, don't you like small animals? From now on, this piece of land will be under your control."

Wen Qun was so happy that he almost jumped up. He reached out and grabbed Jing Yao's sleeve, looked into his eyes, and asked in disbelief, "You really want me to raise the chickens and ducklings?"

Jing Yao shook his head, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said to Wen Qun with a smile: "You are the supervisor, how can you only think about raising chickens and ducks? In the future, there will be lambs, calves, ponies, rabbits, etc. These animals will all need you to manage them."

After hearing this, Wen Qun raised his voice excitedly: "Really?!"

Jing Yao was amused and couldn't help but chuckle: "Of course it's true. But it's not good for you to always stay at home. Although it's quiet here, the scenery is limited. You can only look out the window every day, which is really pitiful."

Wen Qun lowered his head, a trace of grievance on his face, and muttered: "Then let me raise the ducklings!"

Jing Yao gently touched Wen Qun's head, his tone becoming gentler: "It's not that I don't want you to raise ducklings, but I hope you can go out more often, breathe fresh air, and see the outside world."

Wen Qun raised his head, his eyes sparkling, and answered loudly: "I know."

Jing Yao nodded and said with a smile: "There are two vegetable plots behind our house. I have cleaned them up before and planted some vegetables, but I have been too busy and have not had time to take care of them recently. If you are willing, you can help me take care of them and plant some vegetables that you like to eat."

Wen Qun frowned and said with disdain: "If I hadn't helped to look after your vegetable garden, it would have been abandoned long ago. Now there are only a few small cabbages and a few rotten eggplants. It's lifeless."

Jing Yao smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head: "I am indeed very busy recently and don't have much time to take care of them."

Wen Qun snorted, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, the newly planted rice seedlings in the rice fields were green, as if covering the earth with a green carpet. The circles of terraced fields formed beautiful arcs, and from a distance, it looked like a beautiful painting.

The white clouds in the sky are piled up like mountains, white as snow, just like the snow on the treetops. The clear sky is vast and open, making people feel particularly comfortable.

Wen Qun was holding a thin bamboo pole in his hand and walking lightly on the green land by the stream.

Behind him were more than twenty cute little ducks. Their fluffy yellow bodies looked like little balls of fur. They walked forward with their butts bouncing from side to side, which was very endearing.

These little ducks sometimes lowered their heads as if looking for food; sometimes they raised their necks together and took a few quick steps forward as if they were chasing something.

Their coordinated movements are like a wave rising on the land, which is very interesting.

One of the little yellow ducks accidentally sprained its foot and fell behind. After struggling to get up, it fluttered its feet and wings, desperately chasing after its companion in front, fearing that it would be separated from the team. This little yellow duck showed a strong sense of collective honor, which made Wen Qun laugh.

Wen Qun's ink-black long hair was simply tied up with a bright yellow headband. The two hanging headbands fluttered in the breeze and draped behind her head, which was simple and beautiful.

His smile is as bright as the sunshine, blending with the beautiful scenery around him, forming a harmonious and beautiful picture.

Jing Yao walked forward, took her husband's hand, and strolled with him through the beautiful scenery.

"General, I bought the tofu, and the county magistrate also gave me a lot of sweet potatoes."

Zhao Yao nodded and said, "I heard that this thing tastes good. Ask the cook to make it for everyone."

Military funds were limited, so Zhao Yao tried his best to ensure that his men had better food. However, there were so many people in the barracks that it was difficult to get them to eat well.

Li Yang nodded and said, "The county magistrate is a kind man. He gave me a few recipes for cooking sweet potatoes."

Zhao Yao was a little surprised and asked, "Really? Where's the recipe?"

"here."

Zhao Yao looked at the prescription, raised his eyebrows, and said, "This prescription was written by the county magistrate."

"Not bad." Zhao Yao said with a strange expression: "I didn't expect that the county magistrate can cook!"

The handwriting is so beautiful, he deserves to be the top scholar.

Wen Yu had been preparing for the imperial examination since he was young, and to embark on a career in government, so it was natural for him to be good at writing calligraphy. Every word he wrote was like a copybook, and people could not help but sigh at his profound calligraphy skills.

In the camp, the chefs are busy preparing food. Some of them are trying to make a new dish - Mapo Tofu.

At the same time, a familiar and tempting smell permeates the air: the aroma of steamed sweet potatoes. Baskets of steamed big red sweet potatoes exude a rich aroma that makes people salivate.

In addition, there are various forms of sweet potato products such as baked sweet potatoes, fried sweet potatoes, French fries and potato chips. These delicacies not only satisfy people's love for sweets, but also add a touch of warmth to the cold winter days.

As winter approaches and the weather gets colder, people's demand for spicy and sweet foods increases.

This taste can make the body feel warm and bring a sense of pleasure. However, the food in the camp is usually monotonous, with only a few common dishes to choose from.

Therefore, the mapo tofu and sweet sweet potatoes launched this time have become the long-awaited delicacies.

They not only improved the food in the camp, but also brought a new taste experience to everyone.

Wen Yu sat at the table, picked up a bowl of tofu fish soup, blew it gently, and then slowly took a sip. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he was obviously surprised by the deliciousness of the soup.

This bowl of tofu and fish soup tastes extremely delicious. The combination of tofu and fish is just right, which greatly satisfies the taste buds. Wen Yu couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "I didn't expect that cooking tofu and fish together would taste so wonderful!"

He turned to look at Jing Yao, secretly admiring him. Yao was not only smart, but also had many ideas and knew how to enjoy food. He thought that if Jing Yao really opened a restaurant, with his creativity and unique insights into food, he would not have to worry about bad business.

These fish were sent by the people in the county. Originally, there were not many fish in Qingyang County, but due to the bombing of the mountain, water flow was drawn, and a large number of fish appeared in the river.

These fish have lived in clear and quiet waters for a long time and have had almost no contact with humans. Therefore, when they suddenly see humans, they are not afraid but are easy to catch.

Today, Qingyang County has abundant fish resources. People are grateful to the county magistrate for bringing them a new life and often send him fresh fish as gifts. As a result, the fish in the county government office began to pile up like a mountain, and people were a little overwhelmed.

Wen Yu himself doesn’t like eating fish very much, and facing so many fish, he feels a bit of a headache.

However, Jing Yao was very happy because he could use the fish to cook nutritious dishes for Wen Qun to help nourish his body.

Wen Yu has tasted all kinds of delicious food in the past few days. He often studies abroad alone, but he has never neglected his diet. However, he did not expect that ordinary ingredients could be transformed into so many different dishes.

Jing Yao was chewing a pig's trotter with great relish, and the corners of his mouth were covered with grease. Wen Qun was no exception.

"Qun Qun, is this pig's trotter delicious?" Wen Yu asked.

Wen Qun nodded repeatedly and replied: "It's delicious!"

Jing Yao also nodded and added: "If it tastes good, you should eat more. This pig's trotter has the effect of beautifying the skin and delaying aging!"

Wen Qun trusted Jing Yao very much. Hearing this, he nodded solemnly.

Wen Yu couldn't help but glance at Jing Yao, thinking to himself: A Yao always likes to use this method to coax Qun Qun into eating more.

Although the pig's trotter is delicious, many dignitaries think it is dirty and are only willing to enjoy the fattiest part of the pork and will not touch the pig's trotter.

But when it came to Jing Yao's mouth, the pig's trotter became the best food, and even had the magical effect of delaying aging, which was really incredible.

Wen Yu was in the county government office and was in a good mood.

Although Qingyang County is a little poor, it is still the seat of a county and is much larger than a village. There are many poor people here, but there are also rich families and military camps. More importantly, he is an official now after all. With power, it is much easier for him to do things and he no longer has to be restricted like before.

Jing Yao sat in front of Wen Yu, holding an abacus and fiddling with it, and said, "Brother, the military camp said that they want us to supply them with tofu and sweet potatoes regularly, and they also want to sign a long-term supply contract with us."

Wen Yu nodded and said, "This is a good thing. With this contract, our business will be stable."

Jing Yao hesitated for a moment and said, "But this way, we won't have enough manpower."

Before, they made tofu but only ate it themselves. Occasionally, they would give it to their neighbors to try, and also supply it to the carpenters and blacksmiths who worked at home.

Later, eating tofu became popular in the county town, so they built a stone mill and opened a shop. However, there were too many people in the county town, and the tofu they made every day was not enough to sell, and with the demand from the military camp, it was far from enough.

Wen Yu said nonchalantly, "If we don't have enough manpower, we can just hire some. We have plenty of money anyway, so we won't have to worry about not finding people. Besides, this mill doesn't need to be pulled by people, we can let horses do it, which can save a lot of effort."

Jing Yao said thoughtfully: "Use horses?"

Wen Yu nodded slightly, indicating his agreement. In fact, when he designed and made this millstone, he had already considered that it could be pulled by horses. After all, there were many war horses retired from the military camp every year due to injuries. It would be a waste if they were just killed for meat.

After Wen Yu came here, he also bought a few horses. Now, the family has raised several horses, and it is not easy to feed them. Therefore, it is also a good choice to let them do something. This can make full use of resources and reduce the burden on the family.