Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He's family lives in Zhangjialing. There is a market town called Heishui Town more than ten miles away from Zhangjialing.

In Zhang He's memory, there happened to be a market on November 15th today.

Every time at the market, people from the nearby Shiliba villages would come to trade.

Zhang He was wrapping his winter clothes tightly, his neck shrunk, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and he looked left and right in the market.

Heishui Town is the only big market nearby. Today is really lively, people come and go, and there are stalls on both sides of the bumpy road.

However, the variety of commodities seems to be a bit monotonous, with all kinds of agricultural products as the main product, and some rough handmade products are interspersed.

What you sell at the market is nothing more than a few eggs you put in front of me, an old hen, or a few bundles of dried wild vegetables and a few liters of corn.

There is a stall selling candied haws on the street, surrounded by a group of drooling children, but few people can successfully eat candied haws.

Zhang He looked at the passers-by, and from the way he dressed, he could tell that the market was mostly poor people.

The few people dressed in furs were all prominent figures in Heishui Town, and passers-by took the initiative to avoid them.

According to this situation, it might not be easy for him to sell something for money.

He now has spicy bars, yogurt, salt, and toilet paper rolls in his space. Except for the salt, the rest of the items are things that are not found in this world.

These things can be said to be invaluable or worthless. The main thing is to find a suitable buyer.

The price of salt is very expensive, here is a kind of black, yellow and bitter coarse salt.

A pound of low-quality salt like this can be sold for a hundred cents.

It is said that there is also a cyan salt, which is much better than this black salt, but also more expensive.

However, the salt business in Heishui Town was monopolized by the Wan family, so he dared not sell the salt.

While thinking about the way to make money, he looked up and found that he had already walked to Wan's pawnshop.

Most of the industries in Heishui Town belong to Wanjia, and a small number of industries that do not belong to Wanjia, unless they are worthless, as long as they are valuable, they will eventually change their surname to Wan after a long time.

Zhang He had already figured out that in this Blackwater Town, only Wanjia could afford the price of several items in his space.

The rest are poor working people. Whether they can survive this winter is a question. Who can spend more money on luxury goods?

The counter of the pawnshop was a little high, so Zhang He could only hang his chin on the counter by standing on tiptoe.

"Hello, I want to **** something."

Inside, the shopkeeper held a purple sand teapot in his left hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, he raised his eyelids slightly when he heard the words, and stretched his right hand to the counter.

Zhang He hurriedly put a roll of toilet paper on the shopkeeper's hand.

Starting with the roll paper, the shopkeeper's eyes widened instantly, he threw the teapot in his left hand, and both hands held the roll paper.

What is this? He was sure that he had never seen or even heard of it.

He touched the plastic on the outer packaging. He didn't know what material it was, but it was as thin as a cicada's wings. There were exquisite patterns and words on it, all of which he had never seen before.

Zhang He was afraid that people in this era would not be able to open it, so he opened the end of the toilet paper package.

At this time, the shopkeeper carefully pulled out the snow-white paper **** from the plastic packaging.

The paper ball was delicate, soft and comfortable to start with. When the roll paper was gently opened, there were even patterns on the thin piece of paper.

And upon closer inspection, I found that this piece of paper was actually formed by stacking four thinner sheets together.

It's really ingenious!

He dared to swear that he had read countless treasures in his life, but he had never seen such exquisite paper.

The shopkeeper's hand was already shaking a little, for fear that he would accidentally break it and affect the value of the item.

"Where did you come from?"

The shopkeeper couldn't help but ask something that violated the rules.

Under normal circumstances, no matter **** any items, the pawnshop will not ask the origin.

Because many of the things that got to the pawnshops came from the wrong way, maybe they were stolen, maybe they were stolen by murder.

I don't ask about the cause and effect here, and I only collect and sell items, in order to try to avoid getting involved in trouble.

As for the shopkeeper's question, Zhang He had already prepared for it, and opened his mouth to come.

"I met an immortal master flying with a sword on the mountain. He helped the immortal master do some things, and then he rewarded me with this item."

There are many legends about immortal masters in this world, and the common people also believe them.

After listening to Zhang He's explanation, the shopkeeper had already believed it by seven or eight points, and only an immortal master with great powers could make such an exquisite item.

Now the shopkeeper is very regretful, and can't wait to slap himself.

If he didn't know that it was an item rewarded by the Immortal Master, he would definitely have to lower the price to the death, and just give a few tens or hundreds of pennies, and then he could get rid of it.

Now he doesn't dare, because he is under great psychological pressure. If he belittles him too much, wouldn't he be slapping the Immortal Master in the face?

Even if the wealth of the Wan family is huge, ten more courageous people would not dare to provoke the Immortal Master!

Maybe the Immortal Master won't ask such trivial things again, but what if?

After some intense ideological struggle, the shopkeeper gave a relatively fair price, and it was always the money.

Pawned goods are divided into dead and living, and living as a loan, and the **** shop charges a certain interest from it, which can be redeemed within a specified time.

Death is equivalent to selling the item directly to the **** shop, which cannot be redeemed.

The shopkeeper quickly wrote down a note, Zhang He signed it, and pressed his handprint.

Zhang Zhao was holding a half copy of the receipt, except for the handprint on it, he didn't know a single word.

The original Zhang He is still illiterate, can't read one big character, and is proficient in addition and subtraction within 100. He is already a rare clever person in the village.

Zhang He folded the receipt carefully and put it in his arms, then took the money from the counter.

Neither Zhang Zhao nor Zhang He has ever held so much money.

The money is always equal to 1,000 wen, and it is worn with a string, and there is a large string, which weighs seven or eight catties.

Zhang He tightened his belt, and then stuffed the string of money into his arms.

After leaving the pawnshop, Zhang Zhao wandered around the market again.

The family's food was scraped by the Wanjia Fourth Steward, so he had to buy some food to go back.

There are several types of food in the market. There are acorns picked up from the mountains, and they only cost a penny a pound.

This thing is bitter and astringent, and if you eat too much, your stomach will bloat.

There are also some miscellaneous weed seeds, which cost three cents per pound.

For example, corn is already a relatively good grain, and it costs five cents a pound.

As for rice, it costs ten cents a pound. Ordinary people will try it occasionally, but they rarely eat it.

Zhang He bought ten catties of corn and ten catties of beans at the market.

Both corn and beans cost five cents a pound, and it cost a total of one hundred cents.

With Zhang He's skinny body recovering from a serious illness, carrying these 20 catties of grain on his back, plus several catties of copper coins in his arms, made it difficult for him to walk.

When he walked out of Heishui Town, he was exhausted and out of breath, his body was too weak.

Finding no one around, Zhang He put the copper coins and twenty catties of food in his arms into the space, and finally relaxed.

At the same time, in the thatched hut of Zhang He's family, the sound of the fourth housekeeper's broken gong sounded.

"Old man Zhang, last time you said that the family has no money. I usually like to accumulate virtue and do good deeds. When my heart softens, I promise you a few days of grace.

But I heard, UU reading www.uukanshu.com you bought rice a few days ago.

Tsk tsk tsk, you are really willing to eat it..."

"Fourth housekeeper, listen to my explanation. The only son in the family is seriously ill. I borrowed a few pennies from Zhang Laoqi.

I beg you to be more graceful for a while. After this winter, I will definitely pay you back. "

The old man Zhang couldn't take out a penny now, so he could only hug the fourth housekeeper's leg and begged bitterly.

"Actually, I have always been soft-hearted and like to accumulate virtue and do good deeds, so it is not impossible to give you some grace.

But... by that time it won't be that number. "

When the fourth housekeeper said this, he quickly turned the abacus in his hand.

"At the beginning of the year, you borrowed 150 wen, the capital plus interest, and a total of 360 wen had to be repaid, during which you repaid a part of the corn, which was converted into copper coins and counted as your 50 wen."

The fourth housekeeper put away the abacus and stroked the non-existent dust on his clothes.

"Old man Zhang, don't blame me for not reminding you that you still owe 310 wen. If you pay it off now, I can make the decision to help you erase the difference, and you only need to pay back 300 wen.

If it is delayed until next spring, you will have to pay back at least 600 pennies. If you don't have any money by then, you will have to sell your father and son as slaves to repay the debt. "

When old man Zhang heard the words, he was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. Once he became a slave, he was no different from an animal, and his life and death were in the hands of his master.

"Four housekeepers, Wan Shanren, please do well, let me go, and keep my son, okay? My family is the only seedling."

Old Man Zhang hugged the fourth housekeeper's leg and begged bitterly.

"I'll go with you now, sell me, and use me to pay off the debt."

"Old man Zhang, you think so beautifully. Now that you can't work in the winter, who would spend money to buy slaves and go back and waste food?"