Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He looked at the piles of sweet potatoes and sweet potato vines in the space, and a trouble called happiness came to his mind.

Sweet potatoes are better. They can be stored for several months without going bad. When sweet potato vines are piled together, they will go bad in a few days.

In addition to cutting a part of it for cuttings, there is still a lot left.

In Zhang He's eyes, these are all money, and they must not be wasted in vain.

And now it's icy and snowy outside, so his fresh sweet potato leaves should be considered rare items.

"Father, I'm going out."

After saying hello to old man Zhang, Zhang He put on the only winter coat in the family and went out.

Today is not a market, and Heishui Town looks very deserted. There are only three or five people in the street in a hurry.

Many shops on both sides of the street had their doors half-closed, and apparently there was no business.

Zhang He was carrying a bamboo basket of sweet potato leaves, which was covered with hay to prevent frostbite.

He walked around the street and finally walked into Wan's grocery store.

There was only one shopkeeper and one guy in the store. Zhang He didn't wait for the guy to speak, so he bowed first, "I have some fresh vegetables, would you like it?"

"Get out! Get out!"

Before Zhang He could finish speaking, the shop assistant started to blast people out.

Zhang He quickly pushed aside the hay covering the bamboo basket, grabbed a handful of green and tender sweet potato leaves from below, and shook it in his hand.

"The two of you opened your eyes. You can't find such fresh and tender green vegetables there."

This handful of fresh and green sweet potato leaves are particularly conspicuous in this season and can easily arouse people's appetite.

"Come back! Let me see."

The shopkeeper was attracted by the sweet potato leaves in Zhang He's hand.

Now that the ground is already frozen, he can only eat some dry vegetables every day, which makes him get angry and blister in his mouth.

"What kind of dish are you, why haven't I seen it before?"

"This is called sweet potato leaves. It tastes very good. You can try it."

Zhang He enthusiastically tore off two leaves and handed them to the shopkeeper and the man.

The two took the sweet potato leaves and chewed them in their mouths. They were tender and juicy, with a little sweetness. From the sweet potato leaves, the two of them tasted the breath of spring.

"How do you sell this sweet potato leaf?"

Zhang He raised the sweet potato leaves in his hand: "Five cents per bundle."

There was no weighing at home, so he tied the sweet potato leaves into small bundles, each bundle was about a pound or more.

"It's so expensive? I can buy a pound of corn for five cents, enough for a whole day."

In spring and summer, a penny can buy a lot of green vegetables, but now the price has doubled.

"But now you can buy a pound of corn everywhere for five cents, but it's hard to buy a pound of fresh vegetables.

Moreover, the sweet potato leaves are much more delicious than ordinary vegetables. "

The two thought about it, and it seemed like this: "Okay, I'll buy two bundles."

The shopkeeper took out ten pennies and bought two bundles.

As for the shop assistant on the side, his consumption level is still at the stage of eating wild vegetables and it is impossible to buy such extravagant vegetables.

After successfully selling the first batch of sweet potato leaves, Zhang He painted gourds and sold them door-to-door in various stores in Heishui Town.

These shopkeepers are all agents sent by Wanjia to manage the shops. They are the enviable wealthy class in Heishui Town.

Only they can afford a bundle of sweet potato leaves for five cents.

This time, I sold more than 20 bundles of sweet potato leaves and made more than 100 yuan.

The first door-to-door sales, although a little difficult, finally opened up the market, and it will be much easier to sell sweet potato leaves in the future.

At this time, Zhang He walked into a blacksmith shop.

This blacksmith shop is a special existence in the entire Heishui Town, and he does not belong to Wanjia.

The old blacksmith's surname is Niu, and he has a good skill. The residents around Heishui Town usually use a knife, repair a hoe, repair an iron pot, etc., and they like to find a blacksmith.

"Niu Blacksmith, I want to buy a big iron pot. Is there any ready-made one?"

"Yes! They are all in the corner over there, you can choose by yourself."

Blacksmith Niu was tall and strong, and led Zhang He to the corner of the wall, where there were more than ten iron pots, large and small.

Zhang He picked up an iron pot with a diameter of more than one foot, and found that it was still very heavy, at least ten pounds.

Perhaps because of the iron smelting technology, these iron pots are very thick and naturally not light.

"I want to see the cauldron at the bottom."

When the blacksmith heard the words, he picked up a few iron pans that were on top of them and moved them aside.

Seeing Zhang He smacked his tongue, these pots were at least one or two hundred catties, but the blacksmith had a lot of strength.

The bottom cauldron should have a diameter of more than three feet. Zhang He tried it with both hands, and it was at least a hundred pounds.

"How much will this pot sell for?"

The hand blacksmith stretched out his large rough palm.

"Five hundred wen? It's so expensive, can it be less?"

"No bargaining!" Niu Blacksmith shook his head firmly.

Zhang He had heard that this blacksmith was stubborn, never counter-offered or charged more.

It's just that he only earned more than 100 wen only today, plus the original 500 wen, the total is only 700 wen, which is a bit heartache.

However, he still spent five hundred pennies to buy this big iron pot.

Zhang He was unwilling to sell his sweet potato leaves to the blacksmith. He insisted that the blacksmith buy four bundles of sweet potato leaves, and successfully returned 20 articles.

The cauldron was bought, but it took a lot of effort to carry it back.

The diameter of the pot is one meter, and Zhang He's height is only one meter two or three.

In the end, Zhang He could only put the iron pot on his head and support it with both hands, like a big walking mushroom.

Wearing a big iron pot, UU reading www.uukanshu. By the way, com found Wan's carpentry shop to order a pot lid, which cost him another fifty cents.

Zhang He finally walked out of Heishui Town with difficulty. Seeing that there was no one around, Zhang He hurriedly put the cauldron and the bamboo basket into the space.

Sitting on a big rock, he gasped for a while before continuing to drive back.

Zhang He found that his strength had grown a lot since he practiced that nameless practice, otherwise he wouldn't be able to move this big iron pot.

Old man Zhang has never had an iron pot at home. He usually cooks rice with a clay pot.

However, Zhang He spent a lot of money on the iron pot this time, not for cooking, but as a production tool.

There are more than 10,000 catties of sweet potatoes in the space, and I can't eat that much, so I must sell them outside.

He couldn't let the sweet potato seeds flow out. For the time being, he planned to cook the sweet potatoes before selling them. Anyway, the weather is cold now, and the cooked sweet potatoes won't spoil for ten days.

The clay pots at home can cook three or five sweet potatoes at most, which is almost like a child's house.

Therefore, he could only buy a large iron pot, which should be able to cook a hundred kilograms of sweet potatoes each time.

When Zhang He came home with a cauldron in his head, Old Man Zhang was really taken aback.

"Yeah! The Immortal Master even gave you such a **** pot!"

Now that anything contrary to common sense appeared in Zhang He's hand, Old Man Zhang and the villagers of Zhangjialing automatically pushed it to the Immortal Master.

The next day, Zhang He didn't go to sell sweet potato leaves, but worked together with old man Zhang for a whole day, building a soil stove with mud, which was specially used to set up a large iron pot.

Old Man Zhang squinted and walked around the earthen stove a few times: "This cauldron is good, but it's too much fuel."

At this moment, old man Zhang began to feel heartache again for firewood, and a load of firewood would cost a cent or two.