Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang Zhao felt his body very cold in a daze.

He seemed to be sleeping on a cold wooden board, and there was still a cool breeze everywhere.

Occasionally there were footsteps around, but no one spoke, except for coughing and waking up snot from time to time.

He remembered that he had just bought a large bag of things in the supermarket, and when he walked to the parking lot with the shopping bag, he was hit in the head by something, and then he lost consciousness.

While thinking about it, there was a sharp pain in his head, and countless information rushed into his mind, as if his head would burst.

Then he lost consciousness again.

I don't know how long it took before Zhang Zhao woke up again.

This time, another whole memory named Zhang He appeared in his mind.

For a while, he was a little confused as to whether he was Zhang He or Zhang Zhao.

Was it Zhang He who had a long dream, or did Zhang Zhao transmigrate into Zhang He?

Before he could think about such a complex issue, he had already heard someone talking outside.

"I said old man Zhang, it's the end of the year, when are you going to delay the repayment of the money you owe?" A voice like a broken gong sounded.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

After a violent cough, an old voice said, "Four housekeepers, please be tolerant. The only child in the family is seriously ill, and there will be no money."

"I will forgive you, but who will forgive me? If you can't pay, there will always be food at home."

"Four housekeepers, Wan Shanren, please do your best, there is only food left in the house for our father and son to survive the winter!"

Then I heard the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, as well as the pleading of an old voice.

At this time, Zhang Zhao already knew that this old voice was the father in Zhang He's memory.

In fact, Zhang He's father is not very old, only thirty-nine years old this year.

It's just that in this world, the poor are getting old earlier, and living to the age of fifty or sixty is considered a long life.

As for Zhang He's mother, she died of illness ten years ago, leaving only his father and son.

At this moment, Zhang Zhao really wanted to stand up, but he had been ill for a long time, but he couldn't exert any strength.

Under the agitation, he fainted again.

When he woke up again, the old father was sitting on the head of the bed, holding a broken bowl with a missing edge in his hand.

He was pouring rice porridge into his mouth with a spoon, and when Zhang Zhao woke up, the wrinkles on Old Zhang's face bloomed like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Thank goodness! You finally woke up.

I knew that you would be fine. The fortune teller said that you are rich and noble, and you will have the opportunity to become a landlord in the future. "

The old man Zhang was so emotional at the moment, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, so that a spoonful of rice porridge spilled on Zhang Zhao's chest.

The old man Zhang quickly used his index finger to scrape the rice soup that fell on Zhang Zhao's chest, then put his finger into his mouth and licked it.

The few drops of soup spilled on Zhang Zhao's chest soon shaved cleaner than a dog's licking.

"Dad, I'm full, you can eat the rest."

According to Zhang He's memory, the poor's usual meals are made of grass seeds and wild vegetables boiled into a paste.

If the living conditions are better, I use some grains, grass seeds, and wild vegetables together to make dry cakes, which are delicious and filling.

White porridge made from white rice like this can only be eaten symbolically when the harvest is celebrated.

"Silly boy, eat quickly. I've had two bowls just now. How can you recover if you don't eat it? Don't you want me to send the white-haired person to the black-haired person?"

Zhang Zhao was still stubborn in the end and finished the bowl of rice porridge.

For the next few days, Zhang Zhao woke up from sleep and drank two bowls of white rice porridge every day.

Slowly, Zhang Zhao's body gradually gained some strength, and occasionally he could get out of bed and take two steps.

But there is nothing to go outside in the ice and snow. This ghost weather can freeze people to death.

Besides, there is only one thicker piece of clothing at home, and whoever goes out usually wears it.

Although there was air leaking everywhere in the house, there were still two tattered quilts stuffed with straw, which was much warmer than the outside.

Since he was able to get out of bed, his food level has dropped by several levels.

The daily white porridge is replaced by a thin paste made of corn, grass seeds and wild vegetables.

As for Old Man Zhang's food, it was even worse. Zhang Zhao saw that he only ate a big bowl of wild vegetables every day, mixed with some black goo.

Zhang Zhao knew that this kind of black paste was made from the kernels of acorns, which were first rinsed with water to remove the bitterness, then ground into pulp and boiled into paste.

In fact, since the last time the four housekeepers came to collect debts and scraped away all the winter food to pay off the debts, his family has run out of food.

But whenever the mountains and rivers are exhausted, the old man Zhang will go out in winter clothes, sometimes he can come back in an hour or two, sometimes it takes a whole day.

Every time Old Man Zhang came back, he had some food in his hand, sometimes it was a bowl, sometimes it was a liter, and sometimes it was just a handful.

Zhang Zhao also wanted to help Old Man Zhang share some of the pressure, and many fantastic ideas flashed through his mind.

Make soap, burn glass, make gunpowder, make cannons, make planes, and even atomic bombs.

However, these can only remain in the imagination. The development of modern science and technology is supported by a whole set of industrial systems, and individual strength alone will not work.

And all this is too far for a person who eats wild vegetables to satisfy his hunger.

Now he can only strengthen his training, improve his physique, and help with some physical work when the time comes.

However, the cost of exercise is also very high. Exercise requires calorie consumption and more meals.

Zhang Zhao has been lying in bed all day today.

Because he suddenly discovered a secret.

As long as he closed his eyes, a light group would appear in his mind.

When he concentrates all his spirit on the light group, his spiritual consciousness will enter a strange space.

In this space, there is an acre of black soil and a clear spring.

The most amazing thing is that there is a big shopping bag, which contains some daily items.

After checking it, Zhang Zhao confirmed that this was the big bag he bought in the supermarket.

It seems that he has really crossed over.

There were five sweet potatoes in the bag, which had already sprouted. Zhang Zhao simply planted these sweet potatoes in the dark soil and poured some spring water.

Two kilograms of spicy strips in individual small packages, two dozen yogurts, a total of 16 cups, two large packages of instant noodles, a total of 12 small packages, a bottle of Erguotou, a large bag of toilet paper, a total of 10 rolls.

In addition, to catch up with the sale of salt in the supermarket, he bought more than 10 packs in one go.

He now regrets it very much. He knew that he was going to cross, and he couldn't buy guns and ammunition, at least a few hundred kilograms of meters.

If possible, it is best to buy a few books of Tang poetry and Song poetry, and get another car of various physical and chemical industrial technical materials.

Of course, it's too far to think about it now. The most serious problem in front of you is survival.

Now there are only some sun-dried wild vegetables left at home. If things go on like this, the father and son will probably starve to death this winter.

I don't know how the old man Zhang got the food in the wild vegetables these days.

In Zhang He's memory, many people die every winter, some die from freezing, some die from starvation, and some die of illness because their physique is too poor to survive the cold of winter.

With his severely malnourished physique, at the age of 15, he was less than 1.3 meters tall, and he could count how many bones he had through his clothes.

Now that he is short of clothes and food, UU is reading www. It is really hard to say whether uukanshu.com can survive this winter.

He had to find a way. Thinking of this, he weakly got up from the bed.

Since he has transmigrated to Zhang He and inherited his memory, let's use Zhang He's identity to live for him in the future.

The old man Zhang was squatting beside the stove at this moment, his hands stretched out in front of the stove, and warmed his hands with the little embers inside.

Firewood can also be sold for one or two cents per dan, and if you sell a few dans of firewood, you can buy a pound of corn for five cents.

Who is not a wealthy family who is willing to burn firewood for warmth all day long? Shake and get over it.

"Father! I'll go out."

"It's windy outside. You're just recovering from a serious illness. Be careful when you catch a cold from the wind."

"I know, I have serious business, I'll be back after going out for a while."

Hearing the words, Old Man Zhang stood up, took off a robe that was draped over him, and put it over Zhang He.

This is the only winter clothes in their family.

The outside is a thick layer of numbness, and the inside is filled with a kind of bark called Momo tree.

This kind of bark is rich in fiber. After peeling off the bark, it is repeatedly beaten and placed in water to soak for a few days, and then taken out and washed repeatedly to wash away the impurities inside.

Finally, the remaining fibers are dried in the sun, and a large amount of soft fibers can be obtained, and the thermal insulation effect is particularly good.

This winter coat at home was bought by Old Man Zhang when he was young.

Usually, old man Zhang is too precious for this winter coat. Wherever there is a broken thread, he has to find a way to sew it properly.

The winter clothes were a bit long on Zhang He, and the hem was almost mopping the floor, but it kept him warmer.

He tied a rope around his waist to make the loose winter clothes fit more closely, and then pushed open the small door made of thatch.