Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He rode the jujube red horse and returned to the vicinity of Heishui Town in just over two hours.

He is now bloodied all over his body, riding a purplish red horse, and no one of the bandits along the way dared to charge him half a penny.

However, he doesn't dare to go back just like that now. When the people from Heihutang find out, the entire Zhangjialing may be razed.

In order to confuse the eyes and ears, Zhang He rode his horse directly through Heishui Town, and then walked more than twenty miles.

I ate something at a tea stall along the way, so frightened that the owner of the tea stall dared not accept his money, and other diners at the tea stall also hurriedly checked out and left.

After leaving the tea stall, he continued to walk.

When he reached a deserted place in front of him, he stroked the horse's belly with one hand and focused on the horse.

Then a purplish red horse in front of him disappeared out of thin air and appeared in his space.

This was Zhang He's first attempt to put a living creature into the space, and he actually succeeded. Maybe it's because the horse's size is a little big, and he's still dizzy.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Zhang He walked quickly into the woods beside the road.

He took off the blood-stained winter clothes, took out two sacks from the space and draped them over his body, and used them as clothes for the time being. Anyway, there are not many decently dressed people in this world, so he looks ordinary like this.

Even when he returned to that tea stall, the tea stall owner didn't recognize him.

When Zhang He returned to Zhangjialing, it was already the lantern time.

When old man Zhang saw Zhang He coming home, the heart that he had been holding was finally put down.

For the villagers in Zhangjialing, Dehua County is a very remote place, and there are all kinds of dangers along the way.

Going to Dehua County once, at least it can be played in the village for several years.

In the past few days since he left, Old Man Zhang has been worried that Zhang He will not be able to come back.

However, he was just relieved when he saw the wound on Zhang He's arm and was startled.

"Oh! How did you do this? I said you can't go that far, what should I do now?"

Zhang Jialing was at a loss when he saw such a big wound.

"Wait at home, I'll go to the town to invite a husband."

Zhang He hurriedly stopped the old man Zhang, who now has no confidence in the boss of this world.

In the last fight with the bandits in the village, the wounded left behind were later killed by Lang Zhong.

Instead of leaving his life in the hands of those unreliable bosses, he might as well solve it by himself.

He asked Old Man Zhang to boil a pot of clean water, and then add some salt after the water boiled. Now he has no equipment, so he can't make physiological saline accurately, but at least it is sterile and suitable for cleaning wounds.

In places where there are no antibiotics, the most feared thing for wounds is infection. As long as the wound is cleaned, and then it is careful not to contaminate it, plus the resistance of normal people, it is generally fine.

It took most of the night for Zhang He to finish treating the wound.

Next, Zhang He recuperated at home and rested for two days.

When he was bored from his wounds, he took out the items he took out from the sect master's arms and looked at them.

The first is the knife he snatched from the opponent's hand.

At that time, this knife cut his Tang knife into two pieces with one blow, but the edge was only curled a little.

Zhang He put the knife in his hand and waved it randomly. If it weren't for his increased strength now, he wouldn't be able to use it, at least he would have weighed about ten pounds.

This knife is two feet eight inches long, with a cold light on the blade, and the color is similar to the stainless steel he saw in his previous life.

In his arms, the hall master had four or five taels of silver and dozens of copper coins, enough to cover the expenses of ordinary people's families for several years.

In addition, he also received a book. He didn't know any of the words on the book. He really understands now that he will hate less when the book is used up.

There are also some pictures in the book. You can probably guess that it should be a book that teaches swordsmanship.

After seeing the martial arts of Hall Master Si, he is now very eager to read and learn Chinese characters and learn the peerless martial arts. After all, who didn't have the dream of being a hero when he was young?

It was because he watched a lot of martial arts TV back then that he pestered an old man with a white beard and learned this nameless practice.

Now this practice has improved his overall quality as a whole, and it can be said to be of great help to him.

If it wasn't for the overall improvement in strength, speed, agility, and reaction, he would definitely have died under the chief swordsman.

I flipped this book back and forth two or three times, but I couldn't see why it came, so I could only temporarily put it in the space.

He hadn't had time to deal with the bodies of the ten thieves he killed before, and they were all thrown into the corner of the space.

The money Zhang He found from them should add up to a dozen or so, enough for him to sell several hundred catties of sweet potatoes.

He found that killing people and touching corpses was more cost-effective than growing sweet potatoes.

The jujube red horse was eating his sweet potato vine, Zhang He also let it eat, but the horse was more valuable than the sweet potato vine.

Two days later, Zhang He came to Heishui Town again with the money in his pocket.

It's already spring, and as old man Zhang expected, in addition to selling agricultural products and handicrafts, there is another commodity - people.

A five- or six-year-old little girl with a grass stick on her head, Yiwei was in her mother's arms, her big round eyes filled with tears at the moment.

"Mother! I don't want to leave you. I will only eat one meal a day in the future, so let me stay, okay?"

"Silly child, my mother can't bear you, but our family really has no way to survive. We don't even have the seeds for spring ploughing, let alone food. We have to sell you so that you can live and the whole family can live."

Then the mother told her daughter with tears in her eyes that she should be obedient and not be beaten when she arrives at the main house.

Zhang He walked by, feeling very uncomfortable. He held a piece of broken silver in his hand and threw it into the arms of the mother and daughter when no one was paying attention, then walked away quickly.

The whole world is like this, and such tragedies happen all the time.

If he hadn't gotten the space, now he would be ready to be sold as a slave by the fourth housekeeper.

Apart from supporting himself, there is very little he can do now.

The number of refugees in the market has increased a lot. Now is the spring ploughing season, and I don’t know where these refugees come from.

The mother and daughter found that a piece of silver suddenly appeared in their arms. When they looked up, they saw the back of a young man drifting away.

The child's mother tightly clutched the broken silver in her arms, and with the other hand, she hurriedly pulled off the grass mark on her daughter's head.

Zhang He found the shopkeeper Mi, Daoming's intention.

Shopkeeper Mi immediately took Zhang He to Wanjiazhuang enthusiastically, and the two entered through a side door.

It was the first time for Zhang He to come to Wanjiazhuang. The houses inside the enclosure were made of blue bricks and red tiles, and the floor was covered with smooth marble. The atmosphere of local tyrants was full. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Manager Mi asked Zhang He to wait in a side hall, while he went in to go to Zhang La's business.

After a while, Manager Mi took out a title deed with the seal of the Dehua county government on it.

Zhang He checked it out and didn't see anything wrong. In fact, he was illiterate and couldn't see why, so he could only pretend to nod.

Then he signed and stamped on the document. Fortunately, Zhang He spent a copper plate before, and asked the fortune-teller to teach him to write his name.

After getting the documents, Zhang He paid 150 taels of silver, and the transaction was completed.

Although he is illiterate, he is relatively at ease about this transaction.

This place is located in a remote village and belongs to a society of acquaintances. It has been passed down from generation to generation, and everyone will consciously abide by some basic rules, such as credibility.

Even if Wanjia is the local emperor of Heishui Town, who can cover the sky with one hand, it is no exception.

It's not that Wanjia's morality is so noble, but that if you don't respect the most basic rules, who would dare to help Wanjia in the future? There has to be a rule in everything.

Zhang He carefully folded the land deed and put it in his arms. From now on, the site of Qifeng Mountain will belong to Zhang He.

It took him several months to finally have a place where he could live and live.

Zhang He came out of Wanjiazhuang with the title deed in his arms and felt at ease, even the mud on the roadside looked so pleasing to the eye.

When he returned to the market, he bought dozens of catties of soybeans, a hen, and a piece of pork at Wanjia Butcher's.

"Today is a good day..."

Zhang He held the meat and hummed a tone-deaf ditty. Since crossing the road, he has never been in such a good mood.

He didn't know that, in the corner of the street, a pair of big round eyes were watching him all the time.