115 Anger
When they returned home, they found that the situation at home was completely different from the situation of digging potatoes in the ground.
The potatoes were dug up quickly.
Those who were cutting sweet potatoes at home were cut into pieces, making the house a mess like a bandit entering a village.
Jian Qingqing stared at the movements of their hands. More than a hundred men did not dare to look back and lowered their heads guiltily.
Jian Qingqing took a deep breath and held back her anger. She said gloomily, “Can someone tell me what’s going on?”
The situation on the ground could be said to be extremely chaotic. There were too many people and they could not sit at home. Jian Qingqing let them stand in the courtyard to cut the sweet potatoes and peel the corn.
Now, the corn might have been splashed out when it fell into the basket. It was understandable that it fell bit by bit on the ground, but what was going on with the sweet potatoes? The sweet potatoes were not in the basket, so she asked them to cut them up and pile them on the ground.
However, now, she could see that many of the tubers of the sweet potatoes had been destroyed, and many small pieces of sweet potatoes on the ground could no longer be taken.
The people who cut the sweet potatoes lowered their heads guiltily, while the people who peeled the corn looked at them with a smug expression.
Jian Qingqing looked around and said, “No one said anything, right? Then you don’t have to come tomorrow. I will report to the Lord and ask him to send you back.”
As soon as she said this, everyone panicked. A small soldier quickly said, “Miss Jian, I’m sorry. We didn’t do it on purpose. We just don’t know what happened. This thing is too fragile. We’ll cut it into pieces with one cut.”
Jian Qingqing was puzzled.
Fragile? Why did not she know that sweet potato could be described as fragile?
She calmed down and said, “How is it fragile? Cut It for me to see.”
Hearing that, the soldier picked up a sweet potato without hesitation. He cut it with his knife, and apart from the cut at the waist, there were a few more cracks on the sweet potato, which destroyed some of the growth points.
Jian Qingqing was speechless.
It was really fragile.
Then why did she not get this result when she cut it?
With this thought, she also picked up a sweet potato and cut it with her knife. What appeared was a complete cut, and there were no other cracks at all.
She glanced at the sweet potato in the soldier’s hand and said, “Cut another one and see.”
The soldier took another cut, and it was exactly the same as the previous one.
Jian Qingqing carefully observed it while he cut and finally found the reason.
She said, “You’re too strong. Don’t use too much strength. Just cut it vertically. Don’t use a knife to pry it.”
The soldier touched his head and said hesitantly, “But… we didn’t use too much strength. We already used the least amount of strength.”
Jian Qingqing was stunned.
Alright, maybe they were used to using brute force during training and could not do fine work.
“Then you guys just peel the corn well. You don’t have to cut the sweet potatoes.” At that time, whoever planted the sweet potatoes would have to take them and cut them themselves.
Those who were assigned to cut the sweet potatoes all breathed a sigh of relief. They felt guilty for ruining so many sweet potatoes.
The soldiers looked at the sweet potatoes on the ground with heartache and asked, “Miss Jian, can these still be planted?”
Jian Qingqing looked at the pile of sweet potatoes on the ground and picked out the ones that had no tubers and the ones that had been destroyed. She said, “You guys pick out those that can’t be planted. Hmm… Do you want to eat them? If you want to eat them, you can wash them and boil them in the pot.”
Hearing that, they all smiled and said gratefully, “We’ll take them back and eat them. Thank you, Miss Jian!”
115 Anger
When they returned home, they found that the situation at home was completely different from the situation of digging potatoes in the ground.
The potatoes were dug up quickly.
Those who were cutting sweet potatoes at home were cut into pieces, making the house a mess like a bandit entering a village.
Jian Qingqing stared at the movements of their hands. More than a hundred men did not dare to look back and lowered their heads guiltily.
Jian Qingqing took a deep breath and held back her anger. She said gloomily, “Can someone tell me what’s going on?”
The situation on the ground could be said to be extremely chaotic. There were too many people and they could not sit at home. Jian Qingqing let them stand in the courtyard to cut the sweet potatoes and peel the corn.
Now, the corn might have been splashed out when it fell into the basket. It was understandable that it fell bit by bit on the ground, but what was going on with the sweet potatoes? The sweet potatoes were not in the basket, so she asked them to cut them up and pile them on the ground.
However, now, she could see that many of the tubers of the sweet potatoes had been destroyed, and many small pieces of sweet potatoes on the ground could no longer be taken.
The people who cut the sweet potatoes lowered their heads guiltily, while the people who peeled the corn looked at them with a smug expression.
Jian Qingqing looked around and said, “No one said anything, right? Then you don’t have to come tomorrow. I will report to the Lord and ask him to send you back.”
As soon as she said this, everyone panicked. A small soldier quickly said, “Miss Jian, I’m sorry. We didn’t do it on purpose. We just don’t know what happened. This thing is too fragile. We’ll cut it into pieces with one cut.”
Jian Qingqing was puzzled.
Fragile? Why did not she know that sweet potato could be described as fragile?
She calmed down and said, “How is it fragile? Cut It for me to see.”
Hearing that, the soldier picked up a sweet potato without hesitation. He cut it with his knife, and apart from the cut at the waist, there were a few more cracks on the sweet potato, which destroyed some of the growth points.
Jian Qingqing was speechless.
It was really fragile.
Then why did she not get this result when she cut it?
With this thought, she also picked up a sweet potato and cut it with her knife. What appeared was a complete cut, and there were no other cracks at all.
She glanced at the sweet potato in the soldier’s hand and said, “Cut another one and see.”
The soldier took another cut, and it was exactly the same as the previous one.
Jian Qingqing carefully observed it while he cut and finally found the reason.
She said, “You’re too strong. Don’t use too much strength. Just cut it vertically. Don’t use a knife to pry it.”
The soldier touched his head and said hesitantly, “But… we didn’t use too much strength. We already used the least amount of strength.”
Jian Qingqing was stunned.
Alright, maybe they were used to using brute force during training and could not do fine work.
“Then you guys just peel the corn well. You don’t have to cut the sweet potatoes.” At that time, whoever planted the sweet potatoes would have to take them and cut them themselves.
Those who were assigned to cut the sweet potatoes all breathed a sigh of relief. They felt guilty for ruining so many sweet potatoes.
The soldiers looked at the sweet potatoes on the ground with heartache and asked, “Miss Jian, can these still be planted?”
Jian Qingqing looked at the pile of sweet potatoes on the ground and picked out the ones that had no tubers and the ones that had been destroyed. She said, “You guys pick out those that can’t be planted. Hmm… Do you want to eat them? If you want to eat them, you can wash them and boil them in the pot.”
Hearing that, they all smiled and said gratefully, “We’ll take them back and eat them. Thank you, Miss Jian!”
