Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He has recruited 38 people this time, plus the Fat Tiger brothers, there are exactly 40 people.

The Fat Tiger brothers had been working with Zhang He and had a full meal. This time, they heard that Zhang He had bought a mountain and needed to recruit people to open up wasteland, so they signed up first.

Qifeng Mountain is 20 to 30 miles away from Heishui Town. It is inconvenient to go back and forth. They brought all kinds of supplies this time.

Zhang He bought 500 catties of corn and 500 catties of soybeans at one time.

Now that the price of grain has risen, this thousand catties of grain cost him six taels of money, which is equivalent to six cents per catty.

It cost him a hundred wen to buy a pound of bitter salt. Although salt is expensive, it is also indispensable. Otherwise, the body will be swollen and you will not have the strength to work.

In addition, he also bought 20 hoes and 20 hatchets in the blacksmith shop, which cost him 4 kt.

Now that the land reclamation has just begun, he has spent ten thousand dollars. It is really not an easy task.

Today, more than 40 people in this group are carrying food tools and marching mighty into the mountains.

The old man Zhang was in a very good mood today. The hen in his arms poked his feces on his precious winter coat. He picked a few leaves and wiped them, without being annoyed.

They set off from the morning and arrived at Qifeng Mountain, it was almost noon.

The poor in this world do not have the habit of eating three meals a day, so Zhang He gave each person a sweet potato, which was considered a snack.

The old man Zhang was in high spirits. After driving twenty or thirty miles, he still had the mind to go around Qifeng Mountain.

After everyone finished eating the sweet potatoes, they rested for about an hour before Zhang He started arranging everyone to work.

The 40 of them will have to live here for a long time in the future, and they have to build a few large shacks first.

Zhang He was at the foot of the mountain, near Qingliu, and found a flat place where he planned to set up camp.

40 people work together, as long as the command is proper, the efficiency is still very high.

Ten people were assigned to level the ground, and the children in the other thirty were responsible for mowing the grass and braiding the grass curtains to make the roof and walls.

The adults fell the trees and nailed some of the trunks together to build the backbone of the shack.

By sunset, a humble shack had been erected.

Although now there are only a few big logs and a shed roof, at least temporarily overnight is no problem.

That night, Zhang He fulfilled his promise, set up the big pot in front of the shack, and boiled a big pot of thick paste with corn and sweet potato vines.

The refugees picked up the big bowls and poured them into their stomachs one after another.

The old man Zhang could only instruct people to set up the cauldron again, and boil a large cauldron again to fill the belly of these refugees.

These refugees have a huge appetite, and they ate more than 20 catties of corn in one meal. The sweet potato vines are not worth much, so it can be counted, and it cost more than 100 cents.

A meal of more than 20 catties means forty to fifty catties for two meals a day, more than 1,000 catties for a month, and a dozen copper coins.

The old man Zhang counted this account, and he was pumped in his heart. He has not seen any output yet, so he has to invest so much.

However, Zhang He had already promised to keep everyone full. He didn't want to break his promise. He could only grit his teeth and squeeze out a kind smile from the crowd, asking everyone if they were full.

Everyone simply spent the night in the shack that day, and continued to build the shack on the second day and the third day.

Three days later, three simple shacks had been erected at the foot of the mountain. Zhang He and his son lived alone in one room, and the other 40 people shared two rooms.

But he said that in a valley very close to Qixia Mountain, many shacks of various sizes were built here.

There are dozens of people living here, it is a group of bandits entrenched in this area.

The bandit leader, originally named Jiang Rat, was born as an hunter.

Since he became a bandit, he felt that his name was not domineering enough, so he asked a fortune-teller to deduce it and changed his name to Jiang Tianba.

Since changing this name, the whole person has become more confident, and ordered the bandits to follow suit.

Then he saw an opportunity and took the fortune teller to the mountain.

This fortune-teller usually can't deceive a lot of money, and his life is unsustainable. When he comes to the bandit group, he eats and drinks. He feels that being a bandit is better than a fortune-teller, so he became Jiang Tianba's dog-headed military adviser.

On this day, Jiang Tianba was idle and bored, and was practicing wrestling skills with his two ladies in the grass hut.

At this time, a young man rudely pushed open the door and broke in. After all, the quality of being a bandit is generally not high.

"My lord, my lord, there is good news!"

The title of the lord was also the idea given by the fortune-teller. Jiang Tianba also found it to be very appealing. Just like in the play, he looked very stylish.

If he hadn't heard good news from behind, Jiang Tianba would have really wanted to cut the name Lalo in two with one knife.

Jiang Tianba had no choice but to withdraw from the battle with difficulty, and draped a piece of fur over his body, looking very mighty and domineering.

"What's the matter, you're in a hurry. How many times has the military instructor taught you how many times you have to learn that the mountains are falling before you, and your face is still the same."

Jiang Tianba felt that it was necessary to strengthen the cultural quality of the team. After all, the fortune-teller said that he had an air of dominance and that he would achieve great things in the future.

"Report to your lord, a group of people have come from Qifeng Mountain."

Xiao Luolu lowered her head, her eyes couldn't help glancing in the direction of the two Mrs. Yazhai, and she secretly swallowed a large mouthful of spit.

"What's the fuss about a group of people, just grab it."

Jiang Tianba waved his hand indifferently~www.wuxiahere.com~ They have done this kind of thing a lot.

"My lord, this group of people is different. They brought tools such as hoes and built shacks. It seems that they are going to settle down in Qifeng Mountain."

As Xiao Lala said that, she secretly glanced at Mrs. Yazhai, the so-white Xuezi.

"Oh, there is such a thing, please quickly ask the military advisor to come to discuss the countermeasures."

"Yes, little one, let's go."

Xiao Lala reluctantly left the room, and the two Mrs. Yazhai hurriedly tidied up their clothes when there were no outsiders.

After a while, a thin middle-aged man in a Taoist robe and a wooden hairpin walked in.

"Master, you came just in time..."

Jiang Tianba told the thin middle-aged man about Qifengshan.

The strategist stroked the three long whiskers on his chin, looking like a fairy.

"Congratulations, lord, congratulations, lord."

Jiang Tianba was bewildered by the military advisor, but it was just a flock of fat sheep. Is it worth it?

"My lord, you are going to achieve great things in the future, and this person must not be able to do it."

As soon as he mentioned his great cause, Jiang Tianba's head became hot and his blood was surging.

"This group of people is here to open up wasteland. From now on, we will rob it every once in a while... and collect a batch of taxes.

We are like raising a fat sheep at home, and if we want to eat meat, we will go and cut some. "

The military advisor stroked his beard, looking like he was holding a zhizhu.

"Hahaha! Those of you who have read the book of sages and sages have an idea, yes! We will collect taxes in the future!"

Jiang Tianba felt that the word taxation was used well, and it seemed that in the future, such a tasteless word as robbery would no longer be used.

Thinking about these joints, Jiang Tianba felt that he was one step closer to his king figure hegemony.