Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He returned home with excitement. Old man Zhang had just cooked a pot of sweet potatoes and was cutting them into pieces, ready to dry them into dried sweet potatoes.

Seeing Zhang He go home, carrying a bunch of things, a piece of pork, and a chicken.

He quickly put down his work and carried the hen into his arms.

"We don't kill this chicken, we raise it ourselves to lay eggs.

Why did you buy such a big piece of pork today? Let me tell you, in the future, when you buy pork, you need to buy fat and thick, oily and watery ones.

The meat you bought is all lean meat, which is obviously a pit for selling meat. "

Zhang He has no mother in his family. Old man Zhang is both a father and a mother. Naturally, he has mastered some nagging skills. Zhang He has long been used to it. At this time, he took out the land deed from his arms.

"Dad, look!"

The old man took a piece of paper from Zhang He's hand and looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't see why.

"Did you find a piece of paper there? Keep it well. I'll use it to wrap dried sweet potatoes next time."

The old man Zhang didn't see anything, so he just handed it back to Zhang He. The paper is still very precious and should not be thrown around.

"Father! Take a closer look, this is a land deed."

"Title?"

The old man Zhang reopened the paper he folded just now. This time, his hands were shaking slightly, for fear of damaging it a little.

He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. Although he didn't know any of the words on it, he still wanted to write down every stroke of the words on it.

"Where is this piece of land? How much is there? Take me to see it."

As old man Zhang said, he put on his winter clothes and wanted to go out.

"Dad, don't worry, the ground won't fly away there, it's quite far, and there is a mountain. In the future, we can plant whatever we want, and we can raise whatever we want."

"Really, there are so many?"

The old man Zhang was very itchy now. He wanted to grow a pair of wings, and immediately flew to the top of his mountain to have a look.

"He'er, you said that this immortal teacher asked us to help him sell sweet potatoes, and the money he made is not as good as this land. What is he planning?"

During this time, their father and son helped the immortal master sell sweet potatoes.

But Mr. Zhang was always unsteady in his heart, insecure, saving others by himself. He felt that no one would be so kind and give away a lot of benefits to their father and son.

"Father, put your heart in your belly, how can the thoughts of the immortal master be something that we ordinary people can guess.

Besides, the immortal master plucked a single hair off his body, which was thicker than your waist, so what is the mere wealth. "

The old man Zhang gestured at his waist with both hands: "Is the Immortal Master so fat?"

"This is called an analogy, anyway, immortal masters are never short of money, and the benches that immortal masters sit on are all pure gold.

Besides, the Immortal Master needs me to help him with other things. "

Zhang He explained indiscriminately again. As for whether the pure gold bench will be too heavy or too cold, these are all minor details, and the Immortal Master should be able to overcome them.

Speaking of it now, even he himself felt that this Immortal Master was really boring, and he had to come out to do some good people and good deeds that were willing to help others.

So he still has to develop Qifeng Mountain as soon as possible, plant sweet potatoes, and sell the sweet potatoes in his own fields in the future, so there is no need to make up so many stories.

No matter how well-crafted the story is, there is still the danger of transcendence over time.

In the next few days, Zhang He was appreciated by the Immortal Master for helping the Immortal Master to sell sweet potatoes, and the story that he bought a mountain top with a lot of money was well known in several nearby villages.

As for the first contribution to the dissemination of this news, it is naturally the old man Zhang.

This kind of honoring the ancestors made him bored in his heart, like walking in a brocade clothes at night, it was more uncomfortable than killing him.

Besides, buying a mountain top is considered explosive news, even if Zhang He wants to hide it, it is impossible.

For farmers, land is life. Many tenants have been thinking about their whole life, not just to own a piece of land of their own, even if only a palm-sized land can get what they want.

In the past few days, many nearby villagers have come to congratulate him, and usually give some gifts.

The villagers are living a tight life, and the gifts that can be handed out are naturally relatively shabby.

It is nothing more than a pound of corn, a bag of weed seeds, a few bundles of wild vegetables, etc. The most expensive gift is an egg.

Although everyone's purpose was probably to make friends with the future landlord class like him in advance, Zhang He still didn't want to take advantage of these people for nothing.

Give everyone a gift in return, two catties of boiled sweet potatoes and two sweet potato vines per person.

Of course, all these matters of human relations are handled by the old man Zhang, and Zhang He has been preparing for the land reclamation these days.

Reclaiming wasteland is not an easy task. For such a big barren mountain, even if the father and son die from exhaustion, they can't reclaim a few acres.

You have to hire someone to open up the wasteland, but now it's spring ploughing, and the tenants are busy renting their own land.

So now he can only focus his attention on the refugees in Heishui Town.

Most of these refugees are from tenant households, and they all work in the fields.

And now, as long as there is food in hand, those who stutter can recruit a large number of people.

At this moment, Zhang He had already set up a booth in Heishui Town, and the Fat Tiger Brothers set up a fire next to the booth, burning fragrant sweet potatoes.

The smell of burning sweet potatoes had already attracted a large crowd of hungry people, who couldn't put a hand out of their throats.

Zhang He had already released the news of the land reclamation and recruitment, and now he has a **** in front of him.

As long as everyone can swivel a hoe, they are considered qualified, and they can receive a sweet potato on the same day.

Swirling the **** looks very simple, but if you have never planted any land, you can tell by just flipping the hoe.

For many children among the refugees, Zhang He relaxed some requirements, as long as they can walk 50 meters with a bundle of small firewood, they are considered qualified.

These children can't move their hoes, and they can move weeds in the field, pick up trees and rocks.

It is his special care for the minors in this world.

Recruiting refugees to open up wasteland, Zhang He promised to pay two meals a day, enough to manage. As for wages, that is impossible.

For refugees, as long as they have one bite to eat to survive, it is enough, not to mention being able to manage their fill.

All the refugees are secretly making up their minds that they will eat with an open stomach until Zhang He goes bankrupt.

Everyone is gearing up for each other, and they all feel that they can eat Zhang He at a loss. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

In a short period of time, more than a dozen people have been hired, all of them received hot sweet potatoes, and they stood beside them eating sweet potatoes. At this time, when they looked at other hungry homeless people, a sense of superiority rose from their hearts and filled their bodies.

Sometimes happiness is as simple as that, as long as it is a little better than others, it all comes from comparison.

Recruitment continues, and now it's the turn of an old man with a goatee.

In order to be hired, the goatee had to eat a full meal. At this time, he grabbed the hoe, used all the strength of his body, and smashed it down with one hoe.

This time, the force was so strong that the **** almost flew out of his hand, causing the homeless people who ate the sweet potato to laugh.

Zhang He glanced at him. The man's movements were stiff, and both hands holding the **** were dead. Obviously, he had never done any farm work.

"Next."

"Give me another chance, it was just a mistake just now."

Goatee was not reconciled and wanted to fight for another chance.

"You don't know how to use a hoe, so don't force it. I don't support idlers."

The goatee still didn't give up, and walked to Zhang Heyi: "I can read and write, and I can help you keep accounts."

"Well, do you really know how to write?"

This success caught Zhang He's attention. Most of the refugees were from tenant households, and there were very few people who could write and calculate.

Generally speaking, people who can write have more ways to survive than others. They can tell fortune-telling, fudge some money, or pretend to be You Fang Langzhong and get some wild herbs as medicinal materials, as long as they can't kill people.

"What's your name?"

"We're under Wei Peng!"

Goatee said with a salute.

"I'll see if you write a few words."

Hearing this, Wei Peng picked up a firewood and wrote a line on the ground neatly.