Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Two days later, Zhang He walked down a mountain road in full armor.

The two housekeepers walked in the front and led the way, looking around along the way, using the knives in their hands to move the weeds along the road from time to time.

Qifeng Mountain is more than ten miles away from Zhangjialing, and Zhang He has never been there before.

Unexpectedly, there is no one here, the surrounding land is all barren, and wild boars can be hidden in the waist-deep weeds.

No wonder Wanjia was willing to sell him a mountain for only 150 tons. It turned out to be a place where there is no front or back of the village.

Now there are homeless and hungry people everywhere, and Wanjia controls a large area of ​​land, but allows it to grow barren and grow grass.

Even if these barren hills are not cultivated into arable land, just planting a few oak trees or other fruit trees can save many lives.

Zhang He followed behind Jiading, his thoughts were flying, but at this moment, the footsteps of the two Jiading stopped.

"arrive."

The barren mountain in front is no different from the surrounding three-headed mountains. There are some random trees growing on it, and there is a small stream flowing at the foot of the mountain.

Zhang He climbed to the top of the mountain and found nothing unusual, but he found that the expressions of the two servants didn't seem right, and they always looked on guard.

On the way back, he cross-examined several times, but he couldn't get any useful information from Jiading's mouth.

The main question now is how to raise 150 qian.

This is not a small number. If old man Zhang heard this number, he would definitely be frightened to death.

At the beginning of this year, a life was only worth 500 wen, and 150 liters was enough to make hundreds of people die.

In the following days, Zhang He would deliver two load of boiled sweet potatoes to the shopkeeper Mi every day, and he could earn almost the same amount of money.

After a month like this, plus the money from selling sweet potato leaves, he made forty tons of money.

In addition to the more than ten kangaroos he had saved, and the Fat Tiger brothers who helped him dispose of the batch of sweet potato vines, he got a few kangaroos.

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Seeing that the snow and ice have melted, others have already started spring ploughing. If we delay a little longer, we will not be able to catch up with sowing this year.

Finally, Zhang He decided to go to Dehua County to have a look, sell something, and collect some money.

"What? Are you going to Dehua County?"

Old Man Zhang was taken aback by the sudden idea of ​​Zhang He.

"Do you know how far this road is? Sixty or seventy miles, even if you keep walking all the way, it will take a whole day.

It will take at least a few days to recover from this trip.

Along the way, there are still several bandits who robbed the road. They were extremely dangerous, and they would have to confess their lives. "

Zhang He hadn't mentioned the purchase of Qifeng Mountain to the old man, for fear that his old heart couldn't take it.

But this time, he had already decided that he had to go to Dehua County. Only by going there would he be able to collect the money.

The next day, Zhang He disregarded the old man's persuasion and set out on the road with his bow and arrow and Tang Dao.

After several months of nutritional supplementation, Zhang He felt that his height should be over 1.3 meters.

The strength on his body is also much greater, and he walks like a fly, much faster than ordinary people.

The road from Heishui Town to Dehua County is easy to recognize, just walk down a big road.

There are not many pedestrians on this road, only occasionally encounter one or two.

Most of them are on foot, and there are also a few who ride donkeys or ox carts.

As for horseback riding, he hasn't seen it before. The entire Heishui Town only heard that Wanjia owned a few horses.

On the one hand, the price of horses is expensive. On the other hand, the cost of raising a horse is also extremely high. The rations of a horse can feed about twenty people.

The further you go along the way, the more people will join the road from the small road along the way.

At this time, pedestrians can be seen from front to back, and there is already a somewhat prosperous scene.

At this moment, Zhang He noticed that the people in front of him were walking more and more slowly, and they were all stuck on the road.

"Hide your valuables quickly, there are bandits in front of you."

The two people walking beside Zhang He quickly stuffed some copper coins into their shoes, into their mouths, and into their crotch.

Zhang He was a little puzzled, and pulled over an old man next to him who was stuffing money into his pants from his waist.

"There are bandits in front of you, shouldn't you turn around and run away? Why are you still lining up to go forward?"

The old man had already hid the money, clapped his hands and said with a smile:

"You don't know, young man, this bandit is not another bandit, if you turn around and run away, he will not come after you.

If you are determined to pass from here, he will not hurt your life, but only take one-tenth of your wealth. "

When Zhang He heard the words, he suddenly realized that they were still a group of bandits who talked about civilization and had professional ethics.

In this way, although I earned a little less at that time, it was able to keep flowing, and there was a steady stream of income.

Zhang He also took off the Tang Dao on his waist and the bow and arrow on his back, and stuffed them into his pants.

The old man beside him widened his eyes and watched in amazement. Zhang He actually tucked all these long and big guys into his crotch.

Alas, what a crouching tiger, hidden dragon!

Zhang He walked slowly along with the flow of people. He found that there was a robbery in front of him, and there were still people jumping in the queue. Is it so urgent?

When it was his turn, a bandit searched all over his body and found only ten pennies.

"Poor ghost!"

The bandit took one copper coin and threw the remaining nine back to Zhang He.

When Zhang He just passed the level set by the bandits, he heard the sound of horse hooves from behind, from far to near.

Zhang He turned around and saw a tall horse, a young man in brocade clothes sitting on the horse, urging the horse to hurry, and he didn't mean to stop at all.

The people in front of the level were so frightened that they all dodged to both sides.

Then he saw the man and the horse dashed straight through the checkpoint and walked away.

The bandits along the way not only did not dare to stop them, but instead stood by the road respectfully for fear of delaying the passage of Young Master Jinyi.

Zhang He looked at the one person and one horse who had left Juechen, dazed, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "This is how a man should be born!"

After passing this level, they went through two more levels ahead. The group was stripped of several layers of skin, and finally they saw Dehua City in front of them.

The city wall was about 20 feet high, about the same height as a two-story building, and the walls were mottled with earth and rocks, apparently it had not been repaired for many years.

"Wow! How did such a majestic city wall come to be built in the first place?"

It was probably the first time for a young man to come to such a big city, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"It is said that the city wall of Dehua County was built by the immortal master himself.

At that time, the Immortal Master flew in mid-air, waved his hand, and a city wall was born on the spot..."

A middle-aged man next to him spoke loudly, spitting up, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, causing the surrounding road to stretch his neck to listen.

Zhang He couldn't help shaking his head and walked towards the city gate. In his previous life, buildings with dozens of storeys were everywhere, and he was really indifferent to this kind of shortness.

People in this world generally have little culture, they all believe in feudal superstition, and they like to talk about immortal masters about everything.

Zhang He lamented that when others were illiterate, they completely ignored the fact that he was illiterate in this world.