Roast potatoes

I don't know if you guys have ever grown potatoes. It's probably the end of the spring and the beginning of the summer, and all of a sudden the streets are full of sweet potatoes. Grandma would buy a couple of red potato seedlings, and the family would have a couple of buckets of water and a lady. One man digs a hole in the hoe, the second man plants a few sweet potato seedlings in the pit, and the next man pours another pot of water. The climate in the home is droughtier and the groundwater is not abundant, and when it is grown, it is virtually non-watered, the sweeter the potatoes grow on the water that begins, and the more they grow in dry years. It's autumn. The potatoes are growing. When the shovel goes down, the sour potatoes rise. We've got dry sand, white potatoes, especially dry noodles. It's good for chrysanthemum soup, chrysanthemum rice, baked potatoes, steamed potatoes and silked potatoes. All of a sudden I miss my sweet potatoes