Yang Yong asked in surprise, "Old Xia, what are you doing?"
"What else? Digging up sweet potatoes."
Old Man Xia did not even look up, his hands still working.
Yang Yong gestured with his lips and pointed at the survivors following behind Old Man Xia. "Why not get them to help?"
"What do they know? These sweet potatoes are precious!"
Old Man Xia spoke as though he were perfectly justified.
But there's no need to dig out such a big area, is there?
Watching Old Man Xia mark out a circle roughly half a meter across, Yang Yong grew increasingly puzzled.
Old Man Xia merely chuckled, looking mysterious.
"You don't understand, do you? I noticed yesterday that there was something strange about this sweet potato plant."
This plant?
Yang Yong picked up on the key words in Old Man Xia's remark.
He stared blankly at the lush sweet potato vines covering four or five mu of land and asked, "This is one plant?"
"Yes, just one."
Old Man Xia nodded as though it were only natural.
Yang Yong stared at it all in a daze.
One sweet potato vine covered four or five mu?
Then he watched Old Man Xia digging into the soil with his hands.
The dirt was brushed away little by little, soon exposing one surface.
It was a sweet potato.
Judging by the skin color, it should have been a sweet potato.
But the exposed surface alone was already half a meter long.
How could a sweet potato be that big?
Yang Yong watched in astonishment.
He simply could not understand it.
Then he crouched down too and began digging.
As the dirt was brushed away little by little, the thing buried in the soil gradually revealed its true appearance.
Yang Yong was utterly stunned.
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