Chapter 167 Where Are Potatoes Produced?

According to the plan, Tang Yin and his troops split into two groups.

Wang Jinjue and Zhang Zichen went to the capital with Zuo Qianhu, while Tang Yin went to the capital first. The young man Ah Huang stayed in Luoyang and started his journey. Tang Yin left him a basic plan.

As long as Tang Yin knew the direction and the road, he could reach the capital from Luoyang in two hours.

But Zuo Qianhu said that it would not take that long. They could take a magic train or a steam train from Luoyang back to the capital.

It only took twelve hours.

Although the time was a little tight, there was no difference between twelve hours and a few hours.

Besides, Tang Yin had never taken a steam train. Even Harry Potter took a high-speed train.

On the "clang clang" steam train, not to mention Wang Jinjue and Zhang Zichen, even Tang Yin felt magical.

I never thought of going to the capital in this way in the Ming Dynasty! !

If Zuo Qianhu had not passed by Chunfengli, he would have taken the train from Beijing to Luoyang.

Before, he took the train to Taiyuan, and then went south from Taiyuan to Luoyang.

As for his car, the Hutouben, the train is half passenger and half cargo, and there are special carriages for cargo, so the Hutouben is no problem.

There were only a few of them in this carriage. As it was time for lunch, there was also a special lunch on the train, and Zuo Qianhu bought lunch as a matter of course.

Lunch was a few side dishes, both meat and vegetables, and the staple food was not rice buns, but potatoes.

Wang Jinjue was a little disappointed, he wanted to take out the hot pot and have another meal. But thinking about it, eating hot pot on the train is not auspicious.

If you sing a song, and then say "There must be wind, there must be meat; there must be hot pot, there must be fog; there must be a beauty, there must be a donkey!"

The picture is so beautiful, the picture is so beautiful!

"Brother Zuo, where is this potato produced?" Tang Yu took a potato, rubbed it gently, and rubbed off the potato skin, took a bite and said.

"This thing is mostly produced in the southwestern mountainous areas, but because of the large yield, it can satisfy your hunger. It is grown in Shanxi, Shaanxi, Henan, Shandong, Hebei, etc., and now it is grown in both the north and south of the Ming Dynasty. I can't tell where the potatoes I eat are produced." Zuo Qianhu also said while eating potatoes.

"Brother Zuo, do you know where the potatoes in the Ming Dynasty were first produced?"

"I know this. When I was very young, potatoes were just becoming popular. It is said that they were obtained from Dongshi Mountain in exchange with local barbarians. At the beginning, they were very precious, but after a few years, they became very cheap until they were planted on a large scale." Zuo Qianhu said.

Tang Yu looked at Wang Jinjue and Zhang Zichen, who were looked at inexplicably, and said, "Why are you looking at us?"

"Do you know where the origin of potatoes is?"

"How would we know!" Wang Jinjue and Zhang Zichen shook their heads and said. I have eaten too many French fries and potato chips, who knows where potatoes are produced.

"South America!"

"Fuck!" Wang Jinjue couldn't hold back his C language.

"Cough..." Zhang Zichen choked on his sour plum soup again. Damn it, I won't drink sour plum soup next time I talk.

Since potatoes are native to South America, and the Ming Dynasty obtained potatoes from the Dongshi Mountain through exchanges with the barbarians. Doesn't that mean that people from the Ming Dynasty have been to South America.

"Has Zuo Qianhu ever seen an alpaca?" Zhang Zichen asked.

"What is an alpaca?"

"It's an animal that looks like a sheep but not a sheep, a camel but not a camel, with a long neck and curly hair all over the body. It's half a person to a person tall, and it spits when it's angry." Zhang Zichen said.

"This thing is called Dongshi Mountain Sheep in the Ming Dynasty, and I've certainly seen it." Zuo Qianhu said.

"What about corn?" Wang Jinjue described corn. Corn is also a specialty of South America, and the yield is still very high.

"You mean yellow rice!" Zuo Qianhu suddenly realized and said, "Yellow rice has a high yield, but the yield per mu is not as good as potatoes, and it is not as convenient as potatoes. It is planted in some mountains in the northwest."

"..."

Really!

What the hell is the Ming Dynasty? They have been to South America. That's right, they have steamships, so ocean voyages are naturally a piece of cake. Besides, without steam cars, you can also sail on the ocean with sailboats.

Didn't the Ming Dynasty ban sea transportation? Why did they go to South America!

But... I'm already on the train, what else can I say.

Wang Jinjue wanted to complain, but he didn't know where to start.

"Potatoes are very nutritious, not comparable to corn." Tang Yin said, "Sweet potatoes also have a high yield per mu, but eating too much will cause stomach acid, but potatoes don't. In theory, people can get all the nutrients by eating potatoes and milk."

"I guess potatoes feed a lot of people, right?" Tang Yin asked Zuo Qianhu.

"It's natural. A few years ago, there was a big earthquake. I don't know how many people were saved by potatoes." Zuo Qianhu said.

"In this era, the population must have increased a lot compared to many years ago. For those who should have starved to death but survived, this era is not friendly." Tang Yu sighed and said something that the other few people couldn't understand.

What do you mean by people who should have starved to death but survived?

What do you mean by unfriendly?

Is there anything wrong with being alive?

Zuo Qianhu thought about what he had seen in the past few years. In many places, there were too many people and too little land, and they were forced to work in factories. Those factories were like the factories in Erfang Town, with bad environments and extremely hard work. The boss of the factory was not a charity, so he naturally squeezed them to death.

Therefore, workers often couldn't stand it, gathered together, beat and killed the boss, and sued him, making a big fuss.

I heard that there is a "Red Cloud Sect" in the south, which advocates that when you can't bear it anymore, you don't need to bear it anymore, and you can repay grievances with justice and take pleasure in revenge. This Red Cloud Zen Master is also called the "Demon Buddha". He is very supported by the people in the south. I'm afraid he is also a figure like the Yin-Yang Dharma King?

Thinking carefully, part of the turmoil in the world comes from too many people.

Are there really so many monsters? The number of monsters is far less than that of people!

Among the monsters and ghosts, except for the "monsters", the remaining "devil monsters" are all people who have changed.

Even if many people run to Southeast Asia and overseas, or even Dongshi Mountain, they are reluctant to leave their hometown, and most of them stay in their hometown to make a living.

If they can really survive, who would be willing to run so far?

He had only seen these problems before, and had never thought about them deeply. He just felt that the emperor was wise, and the country would be peaceful and the people would be safe.

When the emperor first ascended the throne, he was ambitious, and now he is thinking about cultivating immortals.

Alas, it's really...

There are some things that Zuo Qianhu, as a Jinyiwei, really can't say.

The train suddenly stopped slowly, and then the conductor ran over and whispered in Zuo Qianhu's ear: "Sir, there is a monster blocking the train ahead and wants to pay for the passage!"

"How dare you!" Zuo Qianhu was furious. This monster was so bold that he even dared to ask for a passage.

He immediately carried his musket and long sword and went to meet this monster.

Tang Yu and several others also went to see the excitement. I have only seen people blocking trains and robbing them, but I have never seen people blocking trains and robbing them.

Who is so blind?

Mouthful teeth!