Earlier, Bao Zaixing took potatoes to the prefectural city, and the three thousand catties quickly sold out. In a rush on the 28th of the year, someone was sent to claim all the remaining potatoes, just waiting for today, the Lantern Festival, to transport them all away.
Scarcity breeds value, and since potatoes haven't yet been promoted nationwide, the market remains a blank canvas, which has made potato farming quite profitable these past few years.
It's perfect to cultivate rice in paddy fields and to grow potatoes and sweet potatoes on dry land.
"Can we also grow them?" Qi's father couldn't believe it, "If we buy seeds, will you teach us?"
"Of course," Zhang Xiaoying nodded, "Otherwise, selling you the seeds would also be a waste, wouldn't it?"
"Ah, that's really great. I'll come with my son to trouble you as soon as we're back, and I hope Doctor Zhang won't look down on us."