Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang Zhao felt his body was cold in a daze.

I seem to be sleeping on a cold wooden board, and there is a cool breeze blowing everywhere.

There are occasional footsteps in the surrounding area, but no one speaks, but the sound of coughing and waking nose often sounds.

He remembered that he had just bought a large bag of things in the supermarket, and as soon as he walked to the parking lot with the shopping bag, he was hit on the head by something and then lost consciousness.

While recalling and thinking, there was a sharp pain in my head, and countless information rushed into my mind, as if my head was going to burst.

Then he lost consciousness again.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Zhao woke up again.

This time, another whole memory named Zhang He appeared in his mind.

For a moment, he was a little confused whether he was Zhang He or Zhang Zhao.

Did Zhang He have a long dream, or did Zhang Zhao travel through time and become Zhang He?

Before he could think about such a complicated question, he heard someone talking outside.

"I'm talking about old man Zhang. It's the end of the year now. When will you delay paying back the money you owe?" A voice like a broken gong sounded.

"Cough cough cough!"

After a severe cough, an old voice said: "Four housekeepers, please be tolerant, the only son in the family has a serious illness, and there is really no money in this society."

"I forgive you, who will forgive me? If you can't afford the money, there will always be food at home."

"Four housekeepers, Wan Shanren, please do me a favor, the only thing left at home is our father and son's barely enough food for the winter!"

Then there was a sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and the begging of an old voice.

At this time, Zhang Zhao already knew that this old voice was the father in Zhang He's memory.

In fact, Zhang He's father is not very old, he is only thirty-nine years old this year.

It's just that in this world, poor people age earlier, and living to their fifties or sixties is considered a long life.

As for Zhang He's mother, she died of illness ten years ago, leaving only his father and son.

At this moment, Zhang Zhao really wanted to stand up, but he couldn't exert any strength after being ill for a long time.

Under the agitation of his mind, he passed out again.

When he woke up again, the old father was sitting on the head of the bed, holding a broken bowl with a missing edge in his hand.

He was pouring rice porridge into his mouth with a spoon, when he saw Zhang Zhao wake up, the wrinkles on the old man's face bloomed like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Thank goodness! You finally woke up.

I knew you would be fine. The fortune teller said that you are destined to be a rich and powerful man, and you will have a chance to become a landlord in the future. "

Old man Zhang was too emotional at the moment, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, so that a spoonful of rice porridge spilled onto Zhang Zhao's chest.

Old man Zhang quickly scraped up the rice soup that fell on Zhang Zhao's chest with his index finger, then put his finger into his mouth and licked it.

The few drops of soup that spilled on Zhang Zhao's chest were soon shaved cleaner than a dog's lick.

"Father, I'm full, you can eat the rest."

According to Zhang He's memory, the poor people usually use some grass seeds and wild vegetables to boil them into wild vegetable paste for their daily meals.

Those with better living conditions can use some miscellaneous grains, grass seeds, and wild vegetables to make dry biscuits, which are delicious and filling.

White porridge like this kind of white rice can only be eaten as a symbolic meal when celebrating the harvest.

"Silly boy, eat quickly. I've already drank two bowls just now. How can you recover if you don't eat? Do you want me to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person?"

In the end Zhang Zhao was still stubborn and finished the bowl of rice porridge.

In the next few days, Zhang Zhao woke up and drank two bowls of white rice porridge every day.

Gradually, Zhang Zhao's body gradually gained some strength, and occasionally he could get out of bed and take two steps.

However, there is nothing to go in the snow and ice outside. This ghostly weather can freeze people to death.

Besides, there is only one piece of thicker clothes at home, and it is usually worn by anyone who goes out.

Although there are air leaks everywhere in the room, there are still two old quilts stuffed with straw, which are much warmer than outside.

Since he was able to get out of bed, his food level dropped several levels.

The daily porridge was replaced with a thin paste made from corn, grass seeds, and wild vegetables.

As for old man Zhang's food, it was even worse. Zhang Zhao saw that he only ate a large bowl of wild vegetables every day, which was mixed with some black paste.

Zhang Zhao knew that this kind of black paste was made from acorn kernels, which were first rinsed with water to remove the bitterness, then ground into a pulp and boiled into a paste.

In fact, since the last time the four housekeepers came to collect debts and scraped away all the winter food to pay off the debts, his family has been out of food.

However, whenever the mountains and rivers are at the end of the day, old man Zhang will go out in winter clothes, sometimes he can come back in an hour or two, sometimes it takes a whole day.

Every time old man Zhang came back, he had some food in his hand, sometimes it was a bowl, sometimes it was a liter, and sometimes it was only a handful.

Zhang Zhao also wanted to help old man Zhang share some pressure, and many wonderful ideas flashed through his mind.

Make soap, burn glass, make gunpowder, make cannons, make airplanes, and even atomic bombs.

However, these can only remain in the air. The development of modern science and technology is supported by a whole set of industrial systems, and individual strength alone will not work.

And all this is too far away for a person who eats wild vegetables to satisfy his hunger.

Now he can only strengthen his training and build up his physique, and then he will help with some physical work.

However, the cost of exercising is also very high. Exercising requires calorie consumption and eating more.

Zhang Zhao has been lying in bed all day today.

Because he suddenly discovered a secret.

As long as he closes his eyes, a ball of light will appear in his mind.

When he concentrates all his mind on the light ball, his spiritual consciousness will enter a strange space.

There is an acre of black land and a clear spring in this space.

The most amazing thing is that there is a big shopping bag inside, which contains some daily necessities.

After checking it, Zhang Zhao confirmed that this was the big bag he bought in the supermarket.

It seems that he really crossed over.

There were five sweet potatoes in the bag, which had already germinated. Zhang Zhao simply planted these sweet potatoes in the black soil and watered some spring water.

Two catties of individually packaged spicy strips, two dozen yogurts, a total of 16 cups, two large packages of instant noodles, a total of 12 small packages, a bottle of Erguotou, and a large bag of toilet paper, a total of 10 rolls.

In addition, he caught up with the salt discount in the supermarket, so he bought more than 10 packs in one go.

He regrets it very much now. If he knew that he would travel through time, he would not be able to buy guns and ammunition. At least he would have to buy a few hundred catties of rice.

If possible, it is best to buy a few books of Tang Poetry and Song Ci, and get a cart full of various technical materials of physical and chemical industries.

Of course, it is too far away to think about these things now, and the most serious problem before us is survival.

Now there are only some dried wild vegetables left in the family. If things go on like this, the father and son will starve to death in this winter.

I don't know how old man Zhang got the food in the wild vegetables these days.

In Zhang He's memory, many people died every winter, some died of freezing, some died of starvation, and some died of illness due to their poor physique and unable to withstand the winter cold.

With his severely malnourished little physique, at the age of 15, his height is less than 1.3 meters, and he can count how many bones he has through his clothes.

Now that we lack clothes and food, it is really hard to say whether we can survive this winter.

He had to find a way, thinking of this, he weakly got up from the bed.

Now that he has traveled to Zhang He and inherited his memory, let's use Zhang He's identity to live for him in the future.

Old man Zhang was squatting by the stove at this time, with his hands stretched out in front of the stove, warming his hands with a little bit of embers inside.

Firewood can also be sold for one or two yuan a load, and if you sell a few loads of firewood, you can buy a catty of corn for five yuan.

Who is not a wealthy family who is willing to burn firewood for warmth all day long? Shake it and get through it.

"Father! I'm going out for a while."

"It's windy outside, you just recovered from a serious illness, be careful when the wind catches a cold."

"Got it, I have serious business, I'll be back after going out for a while."

Hearing this, old man Zhang stood up, took off a robe that was on his body, and put it on Zhang He.

This is the only winter clothes in their house.

The outside is a layer of coarse numbness, and the inside is filled with the bark of a tree called Momo.

This kind of bark is rich in fiber. After the bark is peeled off, it is repeatedly beaten and soaked in water for a few days, then taken out and washed repeatedly to wash away the impurities inside.

Finally, the remaining fibers are dried in the sun to obtain a large amount of soft fibers, which are particularly effective in keeping warm.

The winter coat at home was bought by old man Zhang after saving for several years when he was young.

Usually old man Zhang is very precious to this winter coat, and if there is a thread break anywhere, he will find a way to mend it properly.

The winter clothes looked a bit long on Zhang He, and the hem was almost mopping the floor, but it kept warmer this way.

He tied it around his waist with a rope to make the loose winter clothes fit better, and then he pushed open the small door woven with thatch.