Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

When Zhang He returned home, the old man Zhang saw the blood all over his body, so he quickly pulled him to look left and right, but he didn't find any injuries, and then he began to feel sorry for the temporarily new winter clothes he was wearing.

Zhang He was afraid that the old man would be worried, so he only said that he had gone to see the butcher and accidentally splashed it.

In the next few days, heavy snow fell in the sky, and the weather became colder and colder, almost to the point where the water turned into ice.

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

In the continuous heavy snow for more than ten days, twelve people died one after another in Zhangjialing, including the elderly and children, and even a young man died of sudden illness.

The villagers seemed to have become numb to this kind of death a long time ago, without too many wailing sounds, they all tidied up hastily and dragged them to a random grave to bury.

Zhang He and his son were not bad, and finally had a good winter, and the two of them were well fed with two meals a day.

There is actually a circle of flesh growing on old man Zhang's body, and the wrinkles on his face are not that deep anymore.

As for Zhang He, his food has improved in the past one or two months, and he found that his height seems to have increased by a centimeter or two.

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 on, 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 period of time, the sweet potatoes in the space have been harvested twice, and now there are 30,000 catties of sweet potatoes piled up in the space, and more than 10,000 catties of sweet potato vines have been stored.

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

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 spoil.

Zhang He carried more than 100 catties of boiled sweet potatoes on his shoulders and walked in the snow without feeling tired at all.

Since he practiced that nameless exercise, his strength has increased a lot, and he feels a stream of air in his body, and wherever the air stream passes, his fatigue will disappear, and he feels very comfortable.

When he walked to the place where he met the robber mother and son last time, he glanced at the place where the corpse was thrown that day, and found that the snow in that place had been scraped away, and there were many messy footprints around.

The two corpses had disappeared, and there were only bloodstains scattered around them.

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 simple thatched huts there.

When Zhang He passed by, there was a smell of stewed meat. Thinking of the lost corpse, he seemed to have thought of something, and felt sick for a while.

Perhaps because of the approaching Chinese New Year, the market in Heishui Town today is more lively than in the past.

The remaining sweet potatoes and vegetables that Zhang He sold today were all bought by the rice shopkeeper, which allowed him to earn another 800 Wen today.

Before leaving, Shopkeeper Mi promised that he would 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 were sold out quickly without any explanation.

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

The prices of many items in the market have already started to rise, especially grains. The price of corn and soybeans has increased by one penny, and now it costs six pennies a catty.

In Zhang He's memory, every year at the end of the year, the price of goods will rise, especially the price of grain. It will not drop sharply until the next year when the grain is harvested.

After spending half a day shopping in the market, Zhang He has already bought ten catties of rice, one chicken, and five eggs. It's Chinese New Year, so he should have a good meal to satisfy his hunger.

The price of eggs here is really expensive, even eight cents a piece, more expensive than a catty of corn.

At the end of the market, a group of porters gathered, most of them with their heads tucked into their collars and their hands in their sleeves, all dejected, waiting for their employers to come to their door.

When Zhang He walked out of the market carrying a load of firewood,

A little boy walks up to him dressed.

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

Zhang He saw the little boy, about seven or eight years old, with disheveled hair, dirty face, and holes in an ill-fitting winter coat.

It reminded him of the pair of mother and son who robbed, both of them were about the same age, and they were both skinny.

"You are not as high as the firewood, how can you pick it?" Zhang Hehe didn't reprimand, but asked with a smile.

"And my brother, my brother is very strong, the two of us together, will definitely be able to help you deliver the firewood home, you only need to pay a penny."

The little boy turned his head and pointed to a skinny young man behind him. This young man should be about the same age as Zhang He, but he looked so thin that he could be blown away by a gust of wind. He really didn't have much strength.

"Okay, as long as you can pick it up, help me send it home."

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

The young man tightened the broken quilt wrapped around his body and tied it with a rope. Then he tremblingly carried the firewood and followed Zhang He.

Maybe it was because he was hungry for too long, the man always swayed from side to side when he walked, and the little boy followed by him to hold the firewood, trying to help his brother.

It's just that the way he used his force was not right. He pushed his brother to the side of the road several times and almost fell down.

After walking for two or three miles, Zhang He saw the two of them stumbling and couldn't hold on anymore, so he excused that he was tired from walking and wanted to rest where he was.

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

Zhang He squinted, reached into his arms and took out two cooked sweet potatoes.

"I'll cook sweet potatoes for the two of you, and you'll have the strength to work when you're full."

As he spoke, 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 sweet potatoes into their mouths, stuffing them so hard several times that they choked and rolled their eyes.

Both of them only ate half of the sweet potato, grabbed the snow from the side of the road and stuffed it into their mouths, and carefully stuffed the rest of the sweet potato into their bosoms, planning to save it for the next meal.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Fat Tiger, and I am eight years old. My brother's name is Ma Gan, and he is sixteen years old."

The little boy was much more talkative than his elder brother, and he chatted quite enthusiastically with Zhang He.

His elder brother Ma Gan, on the other hand, was full of bitterness and hatred, and was taciturn, only answering half a sentence when asked.

From the conversation, I learned that the brothers’ hometown was in drought this year, and the food they collected was not enough to pay the rent, so they went out with their parents to beg for a living.

It's just that on the way to exile, their parents passed away one after another, leaving only two brothers to depend on each other.

The three of them rested for a while and continued on their way. Brother Fat Tiger ate half a sweet potato and walked a lot more quickly. It didn't take long for them to rush back to Zhangjialing.

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

"This is your wages."

"Thank you big brother!"

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

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

"I will need a load of firewood every day in the future, and I may not have time to go to Heishui Town.

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

I'll give you a penny in wages, plus two sweet potatoes. "

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

"Really?"

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

Zhang He nodded: "It's true, I can also pay two Wen in advance as the capital to buy firewood tomorrow."

Zhang He didn't pay much attention to the advance payment of two Wen. If the two of them saw the money and fled with the two Wen, it wouldn't hurt him much.

If the two of them can be relied on, they can run errands for me in the future, save myself trouble, and at the same time help the two brothers think about it.