"Yes, that's it. It grows underground like a yam, and the yield is quite high. If we plant it, we won't have to worry about not having food to eat." Gu Chengrui stood up and said.
"Wait a moment; I'll go get one for you to see," he said.
Afterward, he went to the kitchen and asked Zhou Ying for a white potato. After washing it, he took a knife back to the central room and said, "It's this. You guys can try it."
When the village chief saw the white lump in his hand, he exclaimed in surprise, "This is really big. How many can one plant bear?"
"Three to eight or nine, all of different sizes."
"So many? How high is the yield?" The patriarch was shocked. According to what he said, that plant would probably bear two to ten pounds of white sweet potatoes.
