Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

After Zhang He led a group of refugees to build temporary shacks, they began to reclaim wasteland.

First, all the trees on the ground have to be cut down, and the roots of the trees have to be dug out.

The group of them only had the simplest tools, a knife and a hoe, and every tree felling was a big project.

Fortunately, they are numerous and powerful, and with their concerted efforts, the progress is not too slow.

In addition to the big trees, there are also some thorns, shrubs and weeds that need to be cut down and then rooted.

Hemp pole waved his **** again and again, dug a hole more than a foot deep in the hard ground, and finally dug out all the roots of a shrub.

Fat Tiger picked up the scattered tree roots beside him: "Brother, you said that if we set a big fire, wouldn't all these weeds be burned?"

Ma Gan pointed to the surrounding mountains, "Are you planning to burn this mountain and burn yourself to death?"

The fat tiger stuck out his tongue, picked up a bunch of tree roots and ran away.

Zhang He threw the command of land reclamation to old man Zhang. Anyway, old man Zhang seems to be rejuvenated now. He has inexhaustible energy every day, and even the previous cough has recovered by himself.

"I said big man, you have been here for a long time. If you are lazy again, I will deduct a bowl of rice for you tonight."

Hearing Old Man Zhang's urging, the big man continued to pick up his **** and dig to the roots of the tree.

Zhang He has been learning the world's words from Wei Peng these days. He was someone who had been educated for more than ten years before, but now he has suddenly become illiterate and can't adapt.

The characters in this world are somewhat similar to Chinese characters, they are all ideographic characters, and they are also written squarely.

Therefore, Zhang He felt very easy to learn, and he could learn twenty or thirty new words every day.

In addition to his studies, he would also ride a purplish red horse around the surrounding mountains to practice his riding skills.

It's not a problem that this horse is always locked in the space. The space is only one acre in size, and in just a few days, the sweet potatoes in the space have been ruined.

Anyway, the location here is remote, and the refugees who are recruited will definitely not have the chance to leave here in the past few months, and the news will not spread.

Every one or two days, Zhang He would go to Heishui Town to sell a batch of boiled sweet potatoes.

At present, Qifeng Mountain is being reclaimed, and there is no income, and it needs continuous investment.

Selling sweet potatoes is his only source of income today, and this line cannot be broken.

In the evening of this day, everyone had just finished work, and each was queuing for a bowl with a bowl.

This is Zhang He's rules for the refugees. They must line up and cannot swarm up. They must learn to abide by order.

"Hahaha! It's better to come early than coincidence, just in time for lunch."

At this moment, a group of people poured out from around the camp, each one of them was fierce and fierce, with various swords in their hands.

Zhang He roughly counted them, and there were about forty or fifty people. The leader was tall, dressed in a wolf-skin robe, and held a large ring knife in his hand.

"What's the matter with you?"

Although the other party was not good, Zhang He, as the master of this place, had to stand up at this time. He walked towards the bandit leader, and the old man followed behind him with a pole.

"My name is Jiang Tianba. From now on, you can call me my lord. I live in the valley in front of me. I'm here to collect taxes from you.

Quickly take out all your money and food to avoid the suffering of swordsmen. "

Jiang Tianba said, shaking the big ring knife in his hand to make a loud noise.

"Hand over it! Hand it over!"

The rest of the bandits roared along, and the knives slammed into each other, making a loud noise.

Although the number of the 40 refugees recruited was not much different, they were all too frightened at this time, and they all retreated. No one dared to make a sound.

Zhang Heshun held a **** in his hand and wanted to argue, but was pulled by the old man Zhang, pointed to the refugee state behind him, and whispered in his ear.

"Heroes don't suffer immediate losses, keep the green hills, and don't be afraid of running out of firewood."

Zhang He looked back at the refugees behind him, only Magan followed behind him with a hatchet in his hand, but his face was pale and his legs were shaking like chaff.

On the contrary, the fat tiger held a stick with a look of eagerness on his face, but was pressed firmly behind him by the stick.

At this time, the rest of the people all retreated far away, trying their best to take themselves out of the matter. Seeing that, they would definitely not help Zhang He.

In fact, it is normal to think about it. They are just temporary coolies recruited to work for a day and eat two meals. That's all, there is no need to work hard for Zhang He.

Seeing this scene, Zhang He could only throw his **** in frustration.

"The food is in that shack, get it yourself!"

In the face of forty or fifty armed bandits, he is powerless now. Even if he has a horse, his combat effectiveness has greatly improved.

But when the melee started, he couldn't take care of it so much. Old Man Zhang and Fat Hu might be split up by random knives.

"Hahaha! The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie, and the young people have a bright future."

Jiang Tianba carried the clattering big ring knife, walked out of the steps he thought was very heroic, and walked towards a shack.

There were six to seven hundred catties of grain left in the shack, as well as a lot of dried sweet potato vines.

After such a bandit entered, the pots and pans made a screeching noise, and after a while, they came out with bags of grain on their backs.

After looting the food, the bandits searched the other two shacks again, but there was nothing valuable to gain.

In the end, Jiang Tianba shouted and left happily with a group of bandits.

Since no one resisted, the bandits didn't hurt anyone for no reason.

After the bandits left, Old Man Zhang sat on the ground with his buttocks on the ground, beating his chest with both hands.

"Hey! My food! These **** bandits! How can this make me live!"

At this moment, old man Zhang felt a heartache for food, and obviously forgot what he said to comfort Zhang He just now.

Zhang He walked into the shack and found that all the food had been taken away by the bandits, and even the large pile of dried sweet potato vines had also been taken away.

This time, he was robbed by the bandits, and he lost almost three coins, which is already a huge sum.

Because the food was robbed, we could only cook a large pot of sweet potato vines that night, and everyone was dejected.

Zhang He was chewing on the sweet potato vine at this time, thinking about what to do next?

This is Wanjia's territory. With Wanjia's power in Heishui Town, it is impossible not to know that there is a band of bandits here.

This time, I bought this piece of land at a high price, obviously it was tricked by Wanjia.

But the matter had come to this point, and he was unwilling to give up Mount Qifeng.

And he also thought of a more serious matter. For a long time, he has been selling sweet potatoes on Wanjia's site. The reason why he has been able to develop so smoothly so far is that the other party is probably afraid of the imaginary immortal master behind him.

If he couldn't even deal with a few bandits this time, he would just go back in despair.

I am afraid that from now on, no matter if there is an Immortal Master behind him, they will take action against him. After all, the profit of sweet potatoes is so huge that Wanjia can't let it go.

So, now, no matter what, he can't back down.

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