Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

When Zhang He returned home, the old man Zhang saw the blood all over him, and quickly pulled him to look left and right, but he didn't find any injuries, and only then did he start to get up with the temporary new winter coat on his body.

Zhang He was afraid that the old man would be worried, so he just said that he was going to kill pigs and accidentally splashed it.

In the next few days, it snowed heavily, and the weather became colder and colder, almost to the point of sprinkling water into ice.

The snow outside was a foot or two thick. Coupled with the strong wind, it was extremely difficult to travel. Zhang He did not go to Heishui Town to sell sweet potato leaves.

In these ten consecutive days of heavy snow, Zhangjialing died one after another, including the elderly and children, and even a young man died of a sudden illness.

The villagers seemed to have been numb to this kind of death for a long time. There was not much mourning, so they all cleaned up and dragged them to the burial mounds for burial.

Zhang He and his son are not bad. Finally, a rich winter has passed. The two have enough to eat twice a day.

Old man Zhang even had a ring of flesh growing on his body, and the wrinkles on his face were not so deep.

As for Zhang He, his food has improved in the last month or two, and he found that his height seemed to have increased by one or two centimeters.

On this day, the wind and snow finally stopped, and the long-lost sun came out.

Zhang He cooked a large pot of sweet potatoes early, and was going to sell them in Heishui Town.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, he has to sell some sweet potatoes and buy some New Year's goods at the same time.

During this time, the sweet potatoes in the space have been harvested twice. Now there are 30,000 catties of sweet potatoes in the space, and more than 10,000 catties of sweet potato vines.

Compared with the production of sweet potatoes, most of his sweet potatoes have not been sold.

Today, Old Man Zhang continued to cook sweet potatoes at home. Now that the weather is cold, the sweet potatoes cooked in advance will not go bad.

Zhang He shoulders over one hundred catties of boiled sweet potatoes and walks in the snow without feeling tired at all.

Since he practiced that nameless practice, his strength has grown a lot, and he feels that there is an air current in his body.

When he walked to the place where he met the mother and son of the robbers last time, he glanced at the place where the bodies were thrown that day, and found that the snow in that place had been removed, and there were many messy footprints around.

However, the two corpses had disappeared, and there were only some bloodstains scattered around.

Zhang He took out the hatchet and inserted it obliquely on his waist so that he could take it out at any time.

In a leeward area outside Heishui Town, a group of refugees set up some rudimentary grass huts there.

When Zhang He passed by, the smell of stewed meat wafted from it. Thinking of the lost corpse, he seemed to have thought of something, and only felt sick.

Perhaps because of the Chinese New Year, today's Heishui Town market is more lively than ever.

Zhang He sold the remaining sweet potatoes and green vegetables today, but they were all bought by the shopkeeper Mi, making him another 800 wen today.

Before leaving, the shopkeeper Mi also promised that he could accept all the sweet potato leaves and sweet potatoes in the future.

Then he sold some sweet potato vines at the market. This time his sweet potato vines didn't need any explanation and were quickly sold out.

After selling his goods, Zhang He strolled around the market with a load of empty baskets.

Many items in the bazaar have already started to increase in price, especially food. The price of corn and soybeans has risen by one cent, and now it costs six cents per pound.

In Zhang He's memory, prices would rise every year at the end of the year, especially grain prices, which would not drop sharply until the next year's grain harvest.

After walking around the market for a long time, Zhang He had already bought ten kilograms of rice, a chicken, and five eggs. It was New Year's Eve, so how could he eat a good meal to satisfy his cravings.

The price of eggs here is really expensive. It costs eight cents a piece, which is more expensive than a pound of corn.

At the end of the market, a group of porters gathered. Most of them had their heads tucked into their collars and their hands folded into their sleeves.

When Zhang He walked out of the market from here carrying a load of firewood, a little boy walked up to him.

"Big brother! Do you need me to help you pick firewood?"

Zhang He saw this little boy, who was about seven or eight years old, with disheveled hair, dirt on his face, and holes all over an ill-fitting winter coat.

Reminds him of that pair of mother and son who robbed. They were about the same age and were equally skinny.

"You don't have enough firewood yet, how can you pick it up?" Zhang Hehe didn't reprimand, but asked with a smile.

"And my brother. My brother is very strong. Together, we can definitely help you deliver the firewood to your house. You only need to pay a penny."

The little boy turned his head and pointed to a thin young man behind him. This young man should be about the same age as Zhang He, but he was so thin that it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Okay, as long as you can pick it up, help me deliver it to my house."

While Zhang He was carrying a load of firewood, he also carried a pair of baskets, which was really inconvenient. At the same time, he also wanted to give the brothers a way out.

The young man tightened the torn quilt wrapped around him and tied it with a rope, and then he trembled with the firewood and followed behind Zhang He.

Maybe it was because he was too hungry, the man always swayed left and right when he walked, and the little boy was holding the firewood by his side, trying to help his brother.

It's just that he didn't use his force in the right way. He pushed his brother to the side of the road several times and almost fell.

After walking for two or three miles, Zhang He saw that the two of them were stumbled and stumbled.

The two put the firewood to the side of the road, squatted on the ground and panted heavily.

Zhang He narrowed his eyes, reached into his arms and took out two boiled sweet potatoes.

"I'll give you two boiled sweet potatoes. Only when you're full will you have the strength to work."

As he said that, he directly stuffed two sweet potatoes into their hands.

"Thank you big brother! Thank you big brother!"

After the two thanked Zhang He, they stuffed the sweet potatoes into their mouths. Several times, the stuffing was so hard that they rolled their eyes from choking.

Both of them only ate half of the sweet potatoes, grabbed the snow from the roadside and stuffed them into their mouths, carefully stuffed the rest of the sweet potatoes into their arms, and planned to save it for the next meal.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Panghu, I am eight years old this year, and my brother is Magan, who is sixteen years old this year. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

The little boy is much more talkative than his brother, and he chatted with Zhang He quite vigorously.

His elder brother, Magan, had a face of bitterness and hatred, and was taciturn. He only answered half a question when asked.

It was learned from the conversation that the brothers' hometown was dry this year, and the food they received was not enough to pay the rent, so they went out with their parents to make a living.

It's just that their parents died one after another on the road of exile, leaving only the two brothers to depend on each other.

The three of them rested for a while and continued on the road. After the Fat Tiger Brothers ate half a sweet potato, they walked a lot more quickly, and it didn't take long for them to return to Zhangjialing.

Zhang He took out a penny and handed it to the two.

"This is your wages."

"Thank you, big brother!"

Fat Tiger happily took the copper coin with both hands, and kept rubbing it in his hands, as if facing a rare treasure.

After the death of their parents, the brothers finally earned their first income.

"I need a load of firewood every day in the future, and I don't necessarily have time to go to Heishui Town.

From now on, the two of you will buy a load of firewood from the market every day and bring it here for me.

I'll give you a penny and two sweet potatoes. "

When the brothers heard this, it took a long time to recover as if they were hit on the head by a pie that suddenly fell.

"Really?"

Fat Tiger couldn't believe it, and confirmed it carefully.

Zhang He nodded: "It's true, I can also pay two cents in advance as the cost of buying firewood tomorrow."

Zhang He didn't pay much attention to the advance of the two cents of money. If the two of them were interested in making money and ran away with the two cents of money, they would not lose much to him.

If the two of them can be trusted, they can run errands for themselves in the future. While saving their troubles, they can also help the brothers.