Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

At this moment, Old Man Zhang seemed to have lost all his strength. What is the difference between selling himself as a slave and sending him to death?

His old bones don't matter, but Zhang He is only sixteen years old and the only child in the family. Once he becomes a slave, his lineage will be gone.

As for paying off the debt, that's impossible. He went there to make so much money?

Now it's freezing and snowing outside, let alone a few hundred wen, you can't even earn a few dozen wen.

If Zhang He hadn't been seriously ill and desperate, who would have taken out such a high-interest loan?

At this moment, the hut door was pushed open, bringing in a cold wind from outside, and a short figure walked in.

"Father! What's the matter with you?"

Zhang He quickly picked up the old man Zhang on the ground, and stared at the fourth housekeeper who was writing a book beside him.

The fourth housekeeper didn't take it seriously, and happily placed a note in front of Zhang He.

"You came back just in time. As long as you sign this receipt, your father and son will be able to spend the winter in peace."

Then the fourth housekeeper read it again to the word.

The main idea is that the old man Zhang and Zhang He are the two people, borrowing 300 wen, and repaying 600 wen with interest next spring.

Zhang He took the document, and although he didn't know a single word, he could feel the conspiracy in it.

It was clear that they wanted the lives of their father and son.

"Chila!"

Zhang He's blood surged, and with a burst of force in his hands, he tore the document to shreds.

"What are you doing? Although I have a good heart, I can't tolerate you today.

Old man Zhang, listen to me, the 310 wen you owe must be paid off today, and I will break one of your legs today. "

The fourth housekeeper was furious. In several nearby villages, no one had ever dared to be rude in front of him.

"Is it 310 cents? I'll pay you back today."

As he said that, Zhang He stretched out his hand and took the money into his arms, his eyes narrowed slightly, his consciousness entered the space, and untied the string of copper coins.

"Crash!"

Zhang He grabbed a handful of copper coins and put them on the stone table, at least a few dozen coins.

Old Man Zhang and the fourth housekeeper both widened their eyes in disbelief.

Zhang He then grabbed copper coins from his arms one after another and piled them on the stone table.

"310 texts, click to count."

"You... Where did you get the money?"

"Where does my money come from, the four housekeepers don't bother, you just need to count the number."

The fourth housekeeper counted it, and the number was just right.

"Humph! You have the seeds!"

Now that Zhang He has paid off the debt, the fourth housekeeper has nothing to say. He took out a large stack of debt notes from his arms, found one of them, and threw it to Old Man Zhang.

Then he swept the money on the table into a cloth bag and left without looking back.

"He'er, so much money from you?"

"I went out today, and I ran into an immortal master who was flying with the sword on the mountain. He asked me to help him with some things, and then he gave me some property.

Dad, don't ask more about this, so as not to upset the Immortal Master. "

When old man Zhang heard the words, he quickly bowed to the sky and begged the Immortal Master for forgiveness.

Zhang He found this reason very useful. People in this world are more superstitious, and they all believe in these strange and chaotic things.

If you were in the original world, if you grabbed anyone on the side of the road, you would have at least ten years of hard work. This kind of reason would at best deceive children.

Then, Zhang Zhao took out a large bag of corn and soybeans from his arms.

Old Man Zhang knew that this matter must have something to do with the Immortal Master, so he didn't ask any more questions.

That night, old man Zhang set the fire, and Zhang He personally cooked a pot of dry corn rice and a pot of soy beans.

The old man Zhang looked at the sumptuous dinner on the stone table, stunned on the spot, and did not speak for a long time.

"Dad, eat quickly, it will be cold in a while."

Zhang He hurriedly urged, everyone's stomach has never been full these days, and there is no such thing as unappetizing. As long as one can fill one's stomach, it is a good thing.

The old man Zhang sighed deeply, and then took up the bowl.

"I said He'er, you are too old, and you have to learn to live in the future. This is not a festival. If you eat like this every day, even a mountain of gold and silver can't resist making it."

It turned out that old man Zhang thought that dinner was too rich. In his subconscious, as long as he had a bowl of thickly boiled corn porridge, he would be satisfied without adding wild vegetables to it.

"Dad! Don't worry, we still have a lot of food. I've hidden it, so it won't be a problem to eat it until next spring."

Zhang He patted his chest and assured that he felt that the old man had some misunderstanding of Jinshan and Yinshan.

Only then did Old Man Zhang pick up the bowl and take a bite into his mouth. This dry rice is fragrant.

Zhang He also took a big bite into his mouth. The rice steamed from this kind of corn is golden in color and looks very good.

But the taste is not flattering, the taste is extremely rough, and when I swallow it, I scratch my throat, which is far worse than rice.

Seeing that the old man was eating deliciously, Zhang He reminded: "Dad, don't just eat corn and rice, but also boiled beans."

As long as people in this world can fill their stomachs, there is no concept of nutrition matching at all.

Ordinary people's daily food cannot even guarantee the most basic calories, and the protein intake is seriously insufficient. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

It is precisely because of nutritional deficiencies and overwork that people in this world age rapidly.

Soybeans are rich in vegetable protein and oil, of which the protein content is as high as 40%, which is especially suitable for the poor in this era.

However, the protein in soybeans is not easy to absorb. If it can be stewed with pig's trotters, the amino acids will complement each other, which is a perfect match.

Thinking of the smell of pig's trotters, Zhang He's saliva almost came out.

"How much salt did you put in the beans, shouldn't you put all our salt in it?"

Old Man Zhang hurriedly put down the bowl, went to the stove and picked up a clay pot to check.

This is too bad, he now has the heart to use a stick to make a meal together.

He was relieved to see that the dark mass in the clay pot was still intact. This was their salt for a winter.

Turning around and picking up the bowl again, the old man Zhang took another bite of the boiled beans, smacking his lips.

I feel that after putting salt in the beans, the taste is really good, and there is no bitter taste that is unique to salt.

"This salt, shouldn't it be..."

When old man Zhang said this, he pointed to the sky in awe, while Zhang He nodded mysteriously.

This meal was over after the father and son had eaten for a long time. Old Man Zhang remembered that he only had a hearty and full meal during the last Chinese New Year.

"Some time ago, our family ran out of food, and you were sick in bed again. I borrowed a lot of food from Zhang Laoqi and Aunt Hua. Now no one is well-off, so we have to pay it back as soon as possible."

After the meal, old man Zhang stroked his belly, and he and Zhang He did the calculations, borrowed half a liter of corn from someone, and borrowed a penny from someone.

Mr. Zero also owed four or five catties of corn, and a dozen pennies.