Super Ranch: Brothers come to Africa to farm

Chapter 208 Potato Harvest!

But Harris didn't come empty-handed. There were several full sacks in the back of this guy's car. When the guy picked them up, Wang Lu realized that they were all potatoes.

"King! I planted some potatoes and the harvest was pretty good. I sent some here for you to try!"

Wang Lu looked slightly surprised when he saw the round beans with mud rolling out when he opened the sack.

Harris has made some progress and knows that he can't come empty-handed.

But Wang Lu also suddenly remembered that he seemed to have planted one or two acres of potatoes back then!
Moreover, the potato seeds were obtained from this guy Harris. If this guy’s potatoes are ripe, won’t the potatoes in his own field also be ripe?

If potatoes have a fast growth cycle, they can grow and be harvested in two and a half months. If not, more than three months is enough.

He had been busy with the pasture before, and he had not taken care of this thing since it was planted. Now, if Harris hadn't reminded him, Wang Lu would have really forgotten it.

At that moment, Wang Lu enthusiastically invited Harris to taste the spicy and fragrant crayfish and steamed crab.

This guy is a pure foodie. At least when it comes to eating, he understands skills much faster than Parker.

While Parker was still clumsily struggling with the crayfish, Harris was already able to skillfully peel off a complete crayfish meat. He could even imitate Wang Lu and use chopsticks to carefully pick off the rice flower crabs. There is not much crab paste and not much meat in the crab shell.

On the other hand, Parker, a bully, lost his patience after trying it a few times. He just threw the whole crayfish into his mouth and started chewing it. The juices flowed out from the meal, and there was no sign of eating at all.

But even so, this guy was still shouting excitedly:

"Xie Te, these species that no one cares about here are so delicious. Boss, I really admire the Chinese food culture!"

Wang Lu seriously doubted that this way of eating was basically the same as Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit. But after his own training, this guy basically didn't like spicy food anymore, so it didn't matter if he praised the taste of this crayfish. Strange.

Not to mention Harris, Wang Lu knew that this guy was born with a Chinese stomach from the moment he almost died trying to eat wild mushrooms and even had to talk harshly!

Hundreds of kilograms of crayfish took two large iron pots to contain, but they were easily wiped out by Wang Lu and his veterans. Of course, Harris's combat prowess should not be underestimated. The Halafa brothers and sisters are as stable as ever. As long as it is food, they will never eat anything, and every meal will look like starving ghosts...

In the end, only a table full of shrimp shells and crab shells were left. These food residues were not wasted. They can all be used to produce biogas. In fact, swill and other kitchen waste are quite good biogas raw materials in addition to human and animal feces. The organic content High, high moisture content.

And it also solves the problem of more than 20 people in the ranch, who produce a lot of food waste every day.

Given the local sanitary conditions, we basically don’t even think about sanitary disposal stations and so on. It’s considered smart to pile garbage in the same place in the local area.

But Wang Lu couldn't accept this. If the swill was piled up all day long, it would smell sour in less than a day due to the hot and humid climate here. By then, a large area nearby would be uninhabitable. It is also prone to fermentation and breeding of bacteria.However, a biogas digester perfectly solves these problems. Of course, Wang Lu will still ask Parker to regularly drive his car to pile up the other garbage generated by the ranch to a garbage dump that has been naturally formed by the locals over the years near the town of Baria. go.

After a hearty meal, Wang Lu also struck while the iron was hot and called Old Wei and the others, planning to go to his potato field to see how many potatoes he could grow.

This guy Harris also followed behind and said with a showy face:
"King! One acre of land on my farm has produced five thousand kilograms of potatoes. This is a good result. I think I can even participate in those so-called agricultural product production competitions!"

The yield of five thousand kilograms per mu is indeed a good result. Seeing this guy's face full of pride, Wang Lu silently began to think about it.

"This idiot Harris can grow five thousand pounds from one acre of land, so we can't be any worse than him!"

Harris became more and more excited when he saw Wang Lu not talking to him:

"King! I know you are surprised. After all, this is not an ordinary number. In your first year of planting locally, it is normal for the yield to be lower. You don't need to feel stressed!"

Wang Lu glanced at Harris in surprise, how did you see that I was stressed?
When he arrived at the potato field not far from the vegetable garden, Wang Lu also saw that the leaves of the potato seedlings above the ground had turned yellow. He then swung the hoe and dug out a potato plant, which was covered with knots. Seven or eight round potatoes.

Old Wei, the chef of the special operations brigade and an expert farmer, gave his employer a look of approval after just one glance.

Wang Lu knew that the potatoes in these two fields were fully mature and ready for digging at any time. Harris on the side looked at the round potatoes in Old Wei's hand and estimated that they weighed half a kilogram. Started to twitch slightly...
Wang Lu didn't pay so much attention and gave the order directly.

"Dig!"

Soon the veterans began to dig up the potatoes in the ground one by one with their hoes. It didn't matter if they didn't dig. As soon as they dug, they felt something was wrong. Old Wei was the first to shout to Wang Lu:

"Boss, the yield in our land is not low. One acre is conservatively estimated to be six to seven thousand kilograms!"

Other experienced veterans, especially those from the southwestern provinces of China, who were familiar with this thing they called potato, all made the same judgment as Wei.

In fact, Wang Lu could tell from the number of potatoes carried away from basket to basket that the yield of the potatoes he grew would definitely not be low. After all, the soil was too fertile. Coupled with systematic transformation, Using it to grow potatoes is like killing a chicken with a knife. It would be strange if the yield cannot be increased.

In the end, the veterans could only use half of their manpower to carry back the harvested potatoes basket by basket. After spending half a day, the harvest of the two acres of potato fields was completely counted. out.

Wang Lu harvested seven tons of potatoes, which means the yield per mu is more than 7000 kilograms.

Harris's face is almost turning green. His output is not enough for Wang Lu...

(End of this chapter)