Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He delivered sweet potato leaves to several shops in Heishui Town as usual today, but this time he also carried a load of cooked sweet potatoes.

Since Zhang He had traded several times before, Zhang He took out a new variety this time, and after tasting some for everyone, he sold more than 40 catties for five cents a catty without much ado.

The taste of sweet potatoes is easy to accept for most people.

His sweet potatoes are sweet and soft, which can be regarded as a rare delicacy in this material-scarce world.

When he walked into Wanshi's rice shop, he found that the shopkeeper of the rice shop today was very enthusiastic, as if seeing an old acquaintance, and he even poured Zhang He a cup of tea for the first time ever.

This made Zhang He a little confused. He remembered that the last time he came to sell sweet potato leaves, the shopkeeper still looked at him with his nostrils.

"Brother Zhang, don't be polite to me in the future. If you don't dislike it, just call me Big Brother Mi."

Although Zhang He was at a loss, he still followed the shopkeeper's wishes and called him Big Brother Mi.

"Brother Zhang, I'll help you wrap all the green vegetables and sweet potatoes you have left so that you don't have to work hard to sell them."

"Then thank you so much, Big Brother Mi!"

Of course Zhang He was so happy, when he was about to give the remaining sweet potato leaves and boiled sweet potatoes to the shopkeeper of the rice shop.

A total of eight bundles of sweet potato leaves, seventy catties of boiled sweet potatoes, received 390 wen.

In addition to the sweet potato leaves and boiled sweet potatoes he sold earlier, he actually earned 720 wen today.

Before selling sweet potato leaves, he also saved some money, and now he has saved 1,500 wen, and he has taken his seat as the richest man in Zhangjialing.

After Zhang He left, the shopkeeper Mi put away his smile and arranged for his staff to send the sweet potatoes and sweet potato leaves to Wanjiazhuang.

Last time, he sent green vegetables to Wanjiazhuang, and he got a big reward from the second son. He tasted the sweetness, and he will definitely continue to do it this time.

As for the news about Zhang He that was inquired by the fourth housekeeper, Manager Mi also got a share. For someone like Zhang He, he naturally tried to make friends with him as much as possible.

Diagonally opposite the rice shop is Wan's Tailoring Shop, which sells cloth, and can also make tailor-made clothes.

Zhang He ordered a winter coat here two days ago, and it should be ready now.

Sure enough, when he entered the door, he saw a new winter coat hanging in the store, the size was just right for his body shape.

After a while, Zhang He walked out from the inside. He had already changed into a winter coat that temporarily fit him, which made him look much more energetic.

The material of the clothes is the same as that of the old clothes. They are all made of sackcloth and filled with Momo bark fibers, but the new clothes are much more comfortable and warmer to wear.

In this world, cloth and goods can be used as coins. Many people may not buy a piece of clothing in their entire life. Larger items like winter clothes are even more precious.

Zhang He's family also only has one winter coat that has been worn for more than ten years. Whoever goes out often wears it.

In the future, they finally have two winter coats at home, so they don't need to put on a quilt when they go out at the same time.

Zhang He walked in the market wearing this outfit, and his head-turning rate instantly increased to over 90%.

This piece of clothing cost him two hundred pennies, can it not be attractive?

It's just that the baskets on his shoulders detracted a lot from his image.

Zhang He found a vacant seat, took off the dried sweet potato vines hanging on the basket, and placed it on the ground.

The dried sweet potato vine was so dark and long that passers-by couldn't recognize what it was, and soon many curious passersby gathered around it.

"What kind of food do you have, young man?"

"This is called sweet potato vine. It tastes better than ordinary wild vegetables. It's neither bitter nor astringent, and it also has a little sweetness. It can give you a full stomach and strength..."

Zhang He saw that there were already a lot of people watching, so he began to explain, explaining the benefits of sweet potato vines, and at the same time he folded a few vines and gave them to everyone to taste.

His explanation has already caused everyone to be eager to move.

"How did you sell the potato red vine?"

"Three for a penny, you can buy three with just one penny! You can't buy a penny for a penny, you can't be fooled for a penny, all the sweet potato vines are three for a penny, just pick and choose..."

Zhang He simply shouted loudly, so that almost everyone in the market could hear him.

The cheapest food in the market is acorns, which cost a penny a pound, and wild vegetables are usually three pieces a penny. Zhang He sells sweet potato vines at a very fair price.

And each sweet potato vine is a little bit more than the wild vegetables sold by others.

Plus he shouted funny, the sweet potato vines brought today sold out quickly.

In fact, at the price of sweet potato vines, all of them were sold for only ten pennies, which was not much for him now.

However, there are so many sweet potato vines every season, and it would be a waste if not sold.

The nutrients in sweet potato vines are much better than most wild vegetables, which is a good thing for these poor people.

After Zhang He sold the sweet potato vines, he bought 50 catties of corn and 50 catties of soybeans at the market.

In this way, I spent another 500 wen, plus the cost of buying winter clothes, I just saved up to 1,500 wen, and it shrunk to 800 wen.

Zhang He shoulders carried the 100 catties of grain in the basket, and carried a hatchet in his hand, and swayed out of the market.

A group of refugees have appeared in the market recently.

These refugees are all people who can't survive in their original places, so they wander around in search of livelihood.

The refugees are poor and pitiful, and they may fall to the side of the road at any time, but the refugees are a destabilizing factor, like a bomb that can go violent at any time.

When people are hungry, they can steal, kill, or rob.

When Zhang He came out of the market, he felt that there were several pairs of eyes staring at him like a hungry wolf.

It was not until he left the market and walked a mile or two further that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to put the basket into the space and looked around subconsciously, he saw a corner of his clothes exposed behind the bushes in front of him.

Immediately, he threw the basket away and clenched the hatchet in his hand.

"Who is it? Come out to me!"

As Zhang He's voice fell, two people, one big and one small, walked out from behind the bushes.

The eldest is a woman with no age, unkempt hair, and clothes riddled with holes.

Seeing that Zhang He had already discovered it at this time, he held a sharpened wooden stick in both hands and stabbed at Zhang He.

The little one was a boy, much younger than Zhang He. He was about eight or nine years old. Seeing that the woman was already rushing towards Zhang He, the child's immature face froze for a moment. Come.

Zhang He knew that these refugees could do anything if they were hungry. He had been on guard recently, but he did not expect that the first time he encountered a robber, it would be a mother and son who looked very thin.

At this time, he was no longer allowed to think too much. The woman's wooden stick was about to stab her chest, so he could only dodge back and forth.

The stick is relatively long, Zhang He has been swept several times by the stick in the dodging room, and once the stick was stabbed right next to his waist, wiping off a piece of the boss's flesh.

It would be no joke if a hole was stabbed in the body by the stick with the thick wrist.

And that kid was staring at him, ready to see an opportunity, so he gave him a scoop.

It's just that Zhang He has been dodging all the time, so it's not easy to aim.

The woman should have long since collapsed from hunger. After chasing Zhang He several times, she was out of breath and her movements slowed down.

Zhang He saw an opportunity and blocked with his left hand. With a flip of his wrist, he grabbed the wooden stick in the woman's hand, and then pulled it hard to get close to the woman.

When he raised the hatchet in his hand and was about to chop it down, he was a little hesitant in his heart. This knife would cost a life. He had never thought about killing people before.

The other party was just an ordinary mother, two poor people driven to death by starvation.

At this moment, the child held a stone and smashed it on his shoulder, and a sharp pain came, and he almost hit his head just now.

Under the stimulation of the severe pain, Zhang He was annoyed in his heart, and he suddenly felt sympathy for the robber, but the other party was going to kill him.

Immediately without hesitation, he clenched his teeth and slashed the hatchet diagonally, hitting the woman's neck in the middle.

Immediately, blood spurted out from the woman's neck like a fountain, splashing the blood of Zhang Heyi.

"Mother! Mother!"

The child jumped up to the woman's body and covered the wound on her neck with both hands, but blood still gushed out from her fingers, and the woman's eyes gradually lost their brilliance.

"Son... run away..."

The woman opened her mouth, and only faint words came out.

"Please, save my mother, I can be your slave, I can do anything!"

At this moment, the child turned to Zhang He for help.

Zhang He shook his head, not because he was unwilling to save him, but because the knife cut the aorta in his neck, he would fall into a coma in half a minute, and would be brain dead in five minutes.

"Mother..."

"I fought with you!"

Seeing that the woman was gradually losing her breath, the child wiped the tears from his face. UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com picked up a stone on the ground and rushed towards Zhang He.

Zhang He dodged the falling stone, kicked him in the abdomen, and knocked him to the ground.

"Ah! I want revenge!"

The child picked up a stone and threw it at it again, frantically shouting for revenge, immortality and so on.

This was the first time Zhang He faced this situation, his mind went blank, he didn't know what to do, his body dodged mechanically, occasionally kicking or pushing the child away.

The child was very determined to take revenge. Zhang He pushed him away again, and the child fell backwards, but the tip of the stick in his mother's hand happened to pass through his chest.

"Wow wow wow! Wow..."

The child's cry became weaker and weaker, and his hands gradually fell weakly.

Zhang He was at a loss as he watched from the side, this kind of injury, even the world he was in might not be able to save.

After a while, Zhang He dragged the corpses of the mother and son to a ditch by the roadside, and picked up some branches and leaves to cover them.

The bodies of the two were very light, almost only a skeleton was left, and the outside was covered with a layer of skin.

In Zhang He's mind, the eyes of the child when he was dying have always remained in his mind, with despair, helplessness, hatred, resentment, and relief.

At an age when he should have been loved by his family, he could only follow his mother to block the road and rob them. Judging from their appearance, they may have never succeeded.

Even hundreds of years later, Zhang He still can't forget the scene he encountered today.

He has killed countless people in his life, but only for this pair of mother and son, he has always been brooding. If he was not too flustered in the face of the crisis at that time, if he could be calmer, if...

It's all this world, which can force normal people into ghosts.

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