Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

There is a manor with an area of ​​more than ten acres by the Heishui River. The three words "Wanjiazhuang" are written on the bluestone door plate more than ten feet high at the entrance of the manor.

From the outside of the towering fence, only some roofs of blue bricks and red tiles can be seen inside, which shows the extraordinary wealth of the owner of the manor.

It was icy and snowy outside. At this time, in a main hall in the village, it was warmed by charcoal fire like spring.

Wan Youcai, the head of the Wan family, is sitting at the head of a large round table, with his eldest wife and second wife sitting on the left and right.

The next of the two ladies are his five sons, the older one is in his twenties and the younger one is only five or six years old.

Around the round table, there are more than ten maids in charge of serving.

As for Wanyoucai's dozen or so concubines, and those sons and daughters, they were not qualified to sit here for dinner, and were arranged in the side hall.

Wanyoucai's youngest son, looking at the table full of chickens, ducks and fish, put his chopsticks on the table and pouted:

"Why are these dishes again? Every day, it's either chicken or duck, or fish or meat. There's no freshness at all."

In fact, other people at the table felt the same way. In winter, there are relatively few dishes. Eating these kinds of dishes every day makes them have no appetite at all.

Only the youngest Sixth Young Master, who was favored, dared to complain on the table.

At this moment, a maid brought the last dish to the table.

"what!"

"What kind of dish is this?"

At this time, everyone looked at the last green vegetable in amazement.

"I didn't expect that there are still green vegetables in this big winter. It's very rare?"

Wan Youliang said, he stretched out his chopsticks and stuffed a handful of vegetables into his mouth.

"Well, this dish is good. Xiao Liu, aren't you tired of eating meat? Try this, it tastes good."

After Wan Youliang took the first bite, everyone dared to pick up chopsticks and start eating.

Sure enough, this plate of green vegetables was the most popular, and it was quickly eaten up.

Wan Youcai took the handkerchief handed by the maid and wiped his mouth: "Second son, go back and check, who grew this green vegetable."

"Okay, I'll do it in a while."

The eldest young man next hurriedly agreed.

The eldest son of the Wan family is away from home all the year round, and all the chores at home are now handed over to the second son.

After the meal, the second son went directly to the back kitchen and asked about the origin of the green vegetables. It turned out that it was sent by the shopkeeper of Wanshi Rice Store in Heishui Town.

Immediately, he arranged for a servant to find the shopkeeper of the rice shop.

It's not that he likes fussing, but that he smells great value from it.

Now that it is winter, if there is such a batch of green vegetables, if they are transported to the county seat, they will definitely sell for a good price.

Then he went around through the shopkeeper of the rice shop, the fourth housekeeper and others, and finally found out the source of the sweet potato leaves.

Then the second son ordered the fourth housekeeper to go and find out about this matter before talking.

Three days later, the fourth housekeeper had already inquired about the news clearly, and ran to report it to the second son.

"Are you saying that this Zhang Zhao met the Immortal Master and helped the Immortal Master to do things, so that he received special care from the Immortal Master?"

Second Young Master tapped on the table lightly, frowning slightly, if it was related to the Immortal Master, it would be difficult to handle.

At this time, the fourth housekeeper bowed his head and bowed his waist, with a bright and flattering smile on his face.

"It's absolutely true, everyone in Zhangjialing knows about it.

Some people saw the immortal master fly by outside the village with their own eyes, and some people saw Zhang Zhao's house emit colorful rays of light in the middle of the night.

There are quite a few people in Zhangjialing Village who have seen Immortal Masters, almost half of them. "

Second Young Master frowned and thought for a while, thinking that although making money is important, if you have a bad relationship with an Immortal Master because of a small amount of money, it will be a bit of a loss.

"Okay, I already know about this. I will pay more attention to the trend in the future, and report any news in time."

Zhang Zhao naturally didn't know anything about what happened in Wanjiazhuang, and he didn't even know that the immortal master he had just made up had helped him so much.

He also didn't expect that a little secret he made up at the beginning, after being passed on by old man Zhang, was passed on by word of mouth, and now it has been said with nose and eyes.

In order to increase the credibility of cowhide, many people often exaggerate their words, and some people claim that they have seen it with their own eyes, and they don't pay taxes anyway.

Recently, Zhang Zhao went to Heishui Town every other day to sell sweet potato leaves.

From the very beginning, I sold more than 20 bundles a day, earning more than 100 pennies, and now I can sell 30 or 40 bundles every day.

However, the current sales volume is far worse than the output in the space.

Every season in the space, several thousand catties of sweet potato vines can be harvested. Even if the tender sweet potato leaves are selected, there must be seven or eight hundred catties.

There are still a lot of sweet potato vines left that cannot be sold, and will rot over time.

The old man Zhang has been at home for a few days. He used a large pot to boil water, threw the remaining sweet potato leaves and vines into the boiling water and scalded them to death, then dried them and sold them as dried vegetables in the future.

Naturally, the price of dried vegetables cannot be compared with fresh sweet potato leaves, but the high-end market in Heishui Town is only so big.

Dried sweet potato vines contain a certain amount of starch and protein, which are better than most wild vegetables in terms of taste and nutrition.

Selling it to the poor for a belly wrap is naturally the best choice.

Today, there is another market in Heishui Town. Zhang Zhaotian got up before dawn and made a fire, and cooked a large pot of sweet potatoes.

Old man Zhang also got up early to help. Recently, under the influence of Zhang Zhao, he finally accepted the fact of eating dry rice.

Although he is still not at ease in his heart, at least he will no longer criticize Zhang Zhao for being a prodigal.

After the sweet potatoes were cooked, the old man Zhang picked up a few sweet potatoes and went out mysteriously.

When Zhang Zhao picked up the sweet potatoes into two bamboo baskets, the old man Zhang came back from outside, but he had an extra steel scale in his hand.

"Dad, where did you borrow the scale?"

Rod said that this thing is a relatively rare thing, and the price is not particularly expensive, but ordinary people don't need it at home, so they won't spend more money.

"You don't know that. Before Aunt Hua and her man died, she would often go to the village and alleys to sell some grains in her slack time. Now that her man has passed away, this thing is useless."

"Oh, it turns out that you mysteriously went to Aunt Hua's house just now. She probably hasn't gotten up yet."

During winter, people in the village choose to get up late and go to bed early, which can save a lot of food.

"Of course I didn't get up so early."

The old man Zhang found a pole from behind the door and wanted to help Zhang Zhao pick sweet potatoes.

"You'd better stay at home with peace of mind, I'll just go by myself."

Zhang Zhao hurriedly stopped the old man, and he could put it in the space after he went out. If he took the old man with him, he would have to carry more than 100 kilograms along the way.

The old man wanted to argue, but Zhang Zhao pointed to the sweet potato vines hanging in the house.

"We still have so many dishes at home, what if someone steals it?

Besides, we only have this winter coat. You put on a quilt and all the grass in the quilt fell out. "

Hearing this, the old man patted his head and almost forgot about the big event. These sweet potato vines are at least enough to last for a winter. If they were stolen, he would even have the heart to die.

And this big pot is worth at least a few hundred pennies. His old life is not worth this pot.

It was only then that Old Man Zhang realized that before he knew it, Zhang Zhao had already amassed a wealth of wealth.