Chapter 148

The emergence of new crops has aroused the curiosity of some people in the territory.

After all, it was something that had never existed before.

Moreover, the crop called Potato was brought back from the New Continent by Samuel Fern, so we don't know what it looks like or tastes like.

Everyone took the Potato seeds home with their own thoughts, along with the accompanying planting manual.

However, one manual wasn't enough to read everything, so someone had to be sent to the Thorn Merchant Guild to buy a more detailed booklet.

This resulted in another surge in sales for the Chamber of Commerce.

Old Bichy was an ordinary civilian in Visas.

But he is also the village chief of a village.

This time, Old Bichy led some young people from the village to the town hall to collect Potato seeds—a whole truckload.

"Are all of these seeds?" Old Bichy asked in surprise.

It's so heavy.

The tire tracks were pressed deep into the muddy ground, leaving marks.

Next to Old Bichy, a young man was flipping through the accompanying manual, which contained some basic information.

The young man said, "Yes, village chief."

"The manual states that Potato are seeds."

"However, before using them as seeds, they need to be cut into pieces and sprouted. The labels clearly state that if the Potato turn green or sprout, they are poisonous and should not be eaten."

"Poisonous?"

Old Bichy glanced at the cart full of Potato, each one as big as a palm, a yellowish-brown color.

He asked, "If the sprouts are poisonous, why plant them in the ground?"

Is this edible?!

The young man replied, "The manual says that pre-germinating seeds is normal, and it's the first step to do."

He read aloud from the manual, "Village chief, each pound of Potato should ideally be cut into ten to fifteen pieces, and each piece should have a sprout..."

"Here are the methods for germinating seeds."

Old Bichy waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, stop reading. Let's get all these Potato back to the village first."

"Come here, give me the manual."

The young man responded and then handed the manual to Old Bichy.

He was the only literate person among the group of young people who had come along.

Old Bichy Village Chief knew a few words, but not many. After glancing at the manual, he put it in his pocket, intending to study it carefully when he got back.

The lord attaches great importance to this Potato planting project.

All the city residents who received the Potato seeds felt it.

The lord not only had the mayor personally involved in the publicity campaign.

Even the latest issue of the newspaper has started providing real-time updates on the Potato planting progress—and Samuel Fern's adventure comics have been moved to a later section.

This demonstrates the importance of Potato cultivation.

That's not all.

The lord even built a large wall resembling a blackboard next to the main road that everyone in the city had to take.

He ordered someone to write down the detailed Potato planting methods on it, and if anyone couldn't understand it, the guards nearby could explain it to them.

This frequent publicity undoubtedly made the people of Komoy Fort and other cities that were among the first to receive Potato seeds realize just how much the lord valued new crops.

Therefore, they dared not neglect the matter of planting Potato even more.

Whether it's cutting Potato into chunks and sprouting them, selecting and preparing the land, or managing the seedlings after sowing, everyone who received the Potato seeds followed the specific steps in the booklet.

When Potato cultivation began in cities like Komoy Fort, Cyrus led everyone to the plantation.

This time, it's harvest time for Corn and Sweet Potato.

--Large rows of Corn stalks stood upright in the field, some as tall as a person.

The dark green Corn stalks and Corn trembled gently in the breeze, revealing countless ears of Corn nestled within.

Because of the initial terrain planning, the Corn stalks were clustered together in rows, which actually looked quite spectacular.

Aside from the commoners or slaves who fertilized and watered the Corn or guarded the plantation every day, anyone who saw this scene for the first time would stare wide-eyed in disbelief.

"My lord, the Corn yield... looks like it's comparable to the Potato," Judas exclaimed in surprise.

Cyrus couldn't help but show a look of joy.

He stepped forward and broke open a Corn Corn wrapped in husks, instantly revealing the bright orange Corn inside, each one plump and full.

He broke off a kernel of Corn and popped it directly into his mouth to taste it.

A burst of Corn- flavored juice instantly filled my mouth—though it had a slightly astringent taste, it also carried a subtle sweetness.

The yield of Corn mu is generally between 800 and 1200 jin.

Sometimes, the yield of Corn can also vary due to differences in soil quality and other factors.

For example, when comparing regions where Corn is grown—plains and hills— the Corn yield is naturally higher when grown on plains.

Cyrus broke off a few more kernels of Corn.

He then stepped back a few paces and ordered his men to pick all the Corn cobs, and then lay all the Corn stalks down on the ground.

Dried Corn stalks can be used as fuel.

"How does the Corn taste?" Segalot asked from the side.

Cyrus turned to look at His Holiness the Pope, opened her hand, and saw a few scattered kernels of Corn on her palm. "Would Your Holiness like to try some?"

Segalot didn't answer, but instead leaned forward slightly, a smile playing on his lips, his meaning crystal clear.

here we go again.

That feeling of heat rising from the tips of my ears, and a change in my heartbeat.

Cyrus appeared completely normal, and her expression remained unchanged.

He pursed his lips, picked up a kernel of Corn, and held it to the Pope's rosy lips.

Then, Segalot parted her lips slightly, her lips lightly brushing against Cyrus's fingers.

Cyrus calmed her fluctuating emotions.

He said, "Corn can't be eaten raw, but it's okay to try a little."

"I've seen Duke Bill's notes before, which said that Corn can be boiled and eaten directly. I'll have the chef try it in a bit."

Beside them were the sounds of commoners and slaves diligently harvesting Corn, interspersed with the conversations of Judas, Gibran, and others.

Cyrus and Segalot, however, seemed to be in their own little world, where a strange atmosphere was swirling.

Just as Segalot nodded and was about to speak, he saw Cyrus pick up another kernel of Corn and feed it to his lips, gently touching it with her fingertip.

"Your Majesty, have another one."

Segalot was surprised, his golden eyes seeming to shimmer with a dazzling yet profound light.

He opened his mouth and ate the Corn kernels.

Cyrus stared at him for a while, then suddenly asked, "Your Majesty, do you like it here?"

Segalot: "Par Mountain?"

"No, the entirety of Desinia, my territory."

Cyrus asked, "Do you like Desinia?"

Desinia – a territory named after his surname.

Segalot: "I like it."

He seemed to feel that two words were insufficient to express the deep affection he felt, especially for someone who shared that surname, even though the person inquired about territory.

Segalot spoke again slowly but solemnly, emphasizing, "I like Desinia very much."

"Then... how does it compare to the Saint Airo Empire?"

Without hesitation, Segalot gave the same answer again.

He asked Cyrus, puzzled, why she wanted to know the answer, but Cyrus just smiled and didn't reply.

Just then, the nearby Corn had almost all been harvested.

The commoners and slaves began harvesting in more distant areas, while the rest weighed the harvested Corn.

Judas stepped forward and asked Cyrus to come and take a look.

Segalot narrowed his eyes as he watched his retreating figure, then chuckled softly and stepped forward as well.

--The yield of Corn after weighing was as astonishing as the yield of Potato.

Despite having prepared beforehand, everyone was still overjoyed, clutching their chests and unable to contain their delight.

"Now, we'll never have to worry about going hungry again!" someone exclaimed.

The commoners and slaves couldn't help but put down their farming tools.

They knelt and bowed in excitement before Cyrus, and also before His Holiness the Pope, chanting "Creator God above."

This is truly a blessing from the Creator God!

After the Corn is harvested, the Sweet Potato still need to be turned over in the soil.

Cyrus led her people to the area where Sweet Potato were grown.

It was noon, past the usual lunchtime, but the lord had not yet given the order, and no one left.

Not to mention asking to leave.

The plantation also had rest areas for the hired commoner slaves, complete with tables, chairs, and cooking utensils.

Cyrus then ordered his men to light a fire and cook Corn right there, using the Corn as their lunch.

As for the Sweet Potato, they can be harvested in the afternoon.

For a while, because the chefs in the castle were researching recipes for cooking Potato every day, Potato were included in almost every meal.

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--Cut Potato into shreds, slices, or chunks, or even boil them and then mash them into a puree.

The dishes made include Potato, stir-fried Potato slices with vegetables, and stewed Potato with meat...

Not only that, there are also Potato pancakes, fried Potato... steamed, baked, stir-fried, deep-fried, pan-fried, and so on. There are dozens of ways to Potato.

The chef inside the castle was absolutely enamored with Potato, and his enthusiasm for them was boundless.

Therefore, the Potato recipe booklet recently submitted to Cyrus has become quite thick.

Despite having eaten Potato for many days, the group hadn't gotten tired of them yet; instead, they increasingly felt that Potato were truly a very, very good food.

Not only is it high-yielding, but it can also be prepared in a variety of ways.

Nowadays, as Corn is cooked in a pot, people can't help but look forward to Corn taste.

Cyrus had ordered people to whittle many thin wooden sticks beforehand, and then inserted them directly into the middle of the cooked Corn.

Then you can eat the Corn while holding the thin wooden stick.

"Your Majesty, this is for you."

Cyrus handed the first Corn she took out of the pot to the Pope.

With the wooden stick there, it won't get hot to the touch.

Segalot took the Corn.

This way of eating Corn on the cob was indeed somewhat unrefined for the nobility.

But you can't exactly peel the Corn kernels off one by one, put them on a plate, and then use a fork to pick them up and eat them one by one...

Segalot took the Corn without hesitation and took the first bite.

Even when His Holiness the Pope performs this posture, there is still a sense of composure... elegance and refinement.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Cyrus was staring at him, Segalot turned around and asked in confusion.

"No, it's nothing."

Cyrus shook her head and asked again, "Is the Corn tasty?"

"It tastes very good." Segalot looked satisfied.

The golden Corn looks very tempting.

--It smells wonderfully fragrant, and tastes even better with a sweet and lingering aftertaste that fills the mouth, offering a rich and tender flavor.

Corn not only tastes sweet, but it's also very filling.

People who usually have a big appetite are almost full after eating two or three ears of Corn, and may even feel a little bloated.

This discovery is even more exciting.

After lunch, the next step is to harvest the Sweet Potato.

The Sweet Potato field, like the Potato field before, was a lush green expanse with roots and stems exposed above the surface, while the Sweet Potato lay underground...

Commoners and slaves, tools in hand, swallowed nervously with a mixture of anticipation and excitement—would Sweet Potato... end up like Potato?

There are actually quite a few Sweet Potato growing under the rootstock?