Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

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

Since 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 effort.

The taste of sweet potatoes is still very acceptable to most people.

His sweet potatoes are sweet and soft, which can be considered a rare delicacy in this material-poor world.

When he walked into Wan's Rice Store, he found that the manager of today's rice store was very enthusiastic, as if meeting an old acquaintance, he even poured a cup of tea for Zhang He for the first time.

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

"Brother Zhang, don't be polite to me from now on. If you don't mind, just call me Brother Mi."

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

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

"Then thank you so much, Brother Mi!"

Of course Zhang He was so happy, and immediately gave all the remaining sweet potato leaves and boiled sweet potatoes to the manager of the rice shop.

A total of eight bundles of sweet potato leaves and seventy catties of boiled sweet potatoes cost 390 Wen.

Including the sweet potato leaves and boiled sweet potatoes sold earlier, he actually earned 720 cash today.

He also saved some money from selling sweet potato leaves before, but now he has saved 1500 Wen, and he is sure of the position of the richest man in Zhangjialing.

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

The last time he sent green vegetables to Wanjiazhuang, he got a big reward from the second son. Having tasted the sweetness, he will definitely continue to do so this time.

As for the news about Zhang He found by the fourth housekeeper, Shopkeeper Mi also got a share. For a person like Zhang He who is destined to be immortal, he naturally insisted on the principle of making friends as much as possible.

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

Zhang He ordered a winter coat here two days ago, and it should be ready by 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 came out from the inside. He had already changed into a new winter coat that fit him, which made him look much more refreshed.

The material of the clothes is the same as that of the original old clothes, which are made of linen and filled with Momo bark fiber, but the new clothes are much more comfortable and warm to wear.

In this world, cloth and goods can be used as money, and many people will not buy a piece of clothing in their lifetime. Large 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, and whoever goes out often wears it.

After that, their family finally had two winter coats, and they didn't need a quilt when they went out at the same time.

Zhang He walked in the market wearing this suit, and the rate of turning heads instantly increased to more than 90%.

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

It's just that the basket on his shoulders made his image lose a lot.

Zhang He found an empty seat, took down the dried sweet potato vines hanging from the basket, and placed them 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 passers-by surrounded it.

"Young man, what's your dish?"

"This is called sweet potato vine. It tastes better than ordinary wild vegetables. It is neither bitter nor astringent, but also a little sweet. It can fill your stomach and give you strength..."

When Zhang He saw that there were already a lot of people onlookers, he began to explain, explaining the benefits of sweet potato vines, and at the same time broke off a few for everyone to taste.

His explanation,

It has already attracted people to move around.

"How do you sell this potato red vine?"

"Three handfuls for a penny, you can buy three for a penny! If you can't buy it for a penny, you will lose money, and if you can buy it for a penny, you won't be fooled. All sweet potato vines cost three sticks for a penny. Pick whatever you want..."

Zhang He simply yelled loudly, almost everyone in the market heard it.

The cheapest food in the market is acorns, which cost a penny a catty, wild vegetables usually cost three handfuls for a penny, and the sweet potato vines sold by Zhang He are very reasonable.

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

In addition, he yelled so funny that the sweet potato vines he brought today were sold out quickly.

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

However, there are so many sweet potato vines in every season, 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 selling the sweet potato vines, Zhang He bought 50 catties of corn and 50 catties of soybeans in the market.

In this way, I spent another 500 Wen, plus the cost of buying winter clothes, I had just saved 1,500 Wen, and it shrank to 800 Wen.

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

Recently, a group of refugees has appeared in the market.

These refugees are all people who can't survive in their original places, so they wander around looking for a living.

The refugees are poor and pitiful, and they may die on the side of the road at any time, but the refugees are a factor of instability, like a bomb that may go off at any time.

When people are hungry, they can steal, kill, rob, and do anything.

When Zhang He came out of the market, he felt several pairs of eyes staring at him like hungry wolves.

He didn't heave a sigh of relief until he left the market and walked a mile or two further.

Just as he was about to put the baskets into the space and looked around subconsciously, he saw a piece of clothes protruding from behind the bushes in front of him.

Immediately he threw the basket away, holding the hatchet tightly in his hand.

"Who is it? Come out!"

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

The older one was a woman whose age was unknown, her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were riddled with holes.

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

The small one is a boy, much younger than Zhang He, about eight or nine years old. Seeing the woman rushing towards Zhang He, the child's immature face froze for a moment, and with a growl, he held up a stone and rushed towards Zhang He. Come.

Zhang He knew that these refugees could do anything in a hurry, and had been on guard lately, but he never expected that the first time he encountered robbers would be a pair of thin-looking mother and son.

At this moment, he was not allowed to think too much. The woman's wooden stick was about to hit her chest, so he could only dodge back and forth.

The wooden stick was relatively long, Zhang He had already been hit by the wooden stick several times while dodging, and once the wooden stick stuck close to his waist and wiped off a large piece of his flesh.

It's not a joke to be poked a hole in the body by this thick wooden stick.

There was even that kid watching over him, ready to take a chance, so he opened his head.

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

The woman should have been exhausted from hunger a long time ago, after chasing and stabbing Zhang He, she was already out of breath, and her movements slowed down.

Seeing an opportunity, Zhang He made a block with his left hand, grabbed the wooden stick in the woman's hand with a flick of his wrist, and pulled it hard, approaching in front of 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. The knife would be a life, and he had never thought of killing people before.

The other party is just an ordinary mother, two poor people driven to the end by hunger.

At this moment, the child raised a stone and smashed it on his shoulder, and there was a sharp pain, which almost reached his head just now.

Stimulated by the severe pain, Zhang He was annoyed, and he suddenly sympathized with the robber, who was planning to murder him.

Immediately without hesitation, he gritted his teeth, and the hatchet slashed down obliquely, hitting the woman's neck.

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

"Mother! Mother!"

The child threw himself at the length of the woman and covered the wound on the woman's neck with both hands, but blood still gushed out from his fingers, and the woman's eyes gradually lost their luster.

"Son... run away..."

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

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

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

Zhang He shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't want to be rescued, but that the knife cut off the aorta in the neck, and he would fall into a coma in half a minute, and brain-dead in five minutes, so he couldn't be saved.

"mother……"

"I will fight with you!"

Seeing the woman gradually lose her breath, the child wiped the tears off his face, picked up a stone on the ground and rushed towards Zhang He.

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

"Ah! I want revenge!"

The child picked up a rock and threw it at it again, yelling frantically for revenge, not to die, and so on.

Faced with this situation for the first time, Zhang He's mind went blank, he didn't know what to do, his body dodged mechanically, and occasionally kicked or pushed the child away.

The child was very determined to take revenge, Zhang He pushed him away again, the child fell backwards, but happened to be pierced by the tip of the wooden stick in his mother's hand.

"Wow wow wow! Wow..."

The child's cries became weaker and weaker, and his hands gradually weakened.

Zhang He watched from the sidelines but was at a loss. Even the world he was in might not be able to save this kind of injury.

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

The bodies of both were very light, almost only a skeleton, covered with a layer of skin.

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

At an age when they should be pampered by their families, they can only follow their mother to block the way and rob. Judging by their appearance, they may have never succeeded.

Even after hundreds of years, Zhang He still cannot forget the scene he encountered today.

He has killed countless people in his life, but this pair of mother and child has always been on his mind. If he was not too flustered when facing the crisis, if he could calm down a little more, if...

It's all this world that can turn normal people into ghosts.