Purple Clover was growing at a very gratifying pace, and it had not disappointed Nalant. He immediately turned his gaze toward the sweet potato field nearby.
The sweet potato field was likewise lush and verdant, green as far as the eye could see. The once sparse vines had now fully grown, crawling everywhere in an indistinguishable tangle.
This was the foundation that would allow Nalant to support a larger population, so he walked straight over to the sweet potato field.
Without even instructing his subordinates, he drew his longsword and personally began digging into the dirt.
After lightly scraping away at the soil a few times, a flash of purple appeared before him.
"Eh, my lord, there's something underneath!" Sherry had been following at Nalant's side the entire time. Her lord had once said that these red rats were a very delicious kind of food.
Not only were they tasty, but they could also fill one's stomach, so she wanted to see just how this plant grew red mice.
"Haha, Sherry! This is a sweet potato!" Nalant nodded, put away his sword, and bent down to dig with his hands.
After brushing away the soil twice, he unearthed a sweet potato at least as large as three adult fists.
"Damn, this sweet potato is huge!" Nalant held the sweet potato, which weighed roughly seven or eight taels, and his eyes widened in amazement as joy rose to his brow.
If all the other sweet potatoes could grow this large, would he still have to worry about supporting more people in the future?
This world did not lack land. What it lacked were crops capable of feeding people.
Because farming was inefficient and wheat yields were far from satisfactory, even with vast tracts of land, minor nobles still could not afford