Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He returned home with excitement. Old man Zhang just boiled a pot of sweet potatoes and was cutting them into pieces, ready to dry them into dried sweet potatoes.

I saw Zhang He coming home with a bunch of things, a piece of pork, and a chicken.

He quickly put down his work and hugged the hen into his arms.

"We don't kill this chicken, we raise it ourselves and let it lay eggs.

Why do you still buy such a big piece of pork today? Let me tell you, when buying pork in the future, you should buy pork that is fat and rich in oil and water.

The piece of meat you bought is all lean meat, which is obviously a trap for selling meat. "

Zhang He didn't have a mother in his family, and old man Zhang was both a father and a mother, so he naturally mastered some nagging skills. Zhang He had long been used to it, so he took out the land deed from his bosom at this time.

"Father, look!"

The old man took a piece of paper from Zhang He's hand and looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't see why.

"Did you pick up a piece of paper there? Keep it well, I'll use it to wrap dried sweet potatoes next time."

The old man Zhang didn't see any tricks, so he returned it to Zhang He casually. The paper is still very precious and should not be thrown away.

"Father! Take a closer look, this is a land deed."

"Title?"

Old man Zhang opened the folded paper again, this time his hands were trembling slightly, for fear of breaking it a little bit.

He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. Although he didn't know any of the words on it, he still wanted to write down all the words on it stroke by stroke.

"Where is this land? How many are there? Take me to see it."

As old man Zhang said, he put on his winter clothes and wanted to go out.

"Father, don't worry, the land won't fly away there, it's quite far away, there's a mountain top, in the future we can plant whatever we want, and we can raise whatever we want."

"Really, there are so many?"

Old man Zhang is itchy now, wishing he could grow a pair of wings, and immediately fly to the top of his own mountain to take a look.

"He'er, you said that this fairy teacher asked us to help him sell sweet potatoes, and the money he earned is not as good as this land, what is he trying to do?"

During this period of time, their father and son helped the immortal master sell sweet potatoes, which was already known to all the people in the neighborhood.

But Mr. Zhang has always been uneasy, insecure, and judges others by himself. He thinks that no one will be so kind and give them a lot of advantages for their father and son.

"Father, just put your heart in your belly, the thoughts of the immortal master are beyond the comprehension of us ordinary people.

Besides, the immortal master pulled a single hair from his body, which is thicker than your waist, so mere wealth is nothing. "

Old man Zhang stroked his waist with both hands: "Is Master Xian so fat?"

"This is called an analogy, anyway, immortal masters are never short of money, and the benches that immortal masters sit on are all pure gold.

Besides, the immortal master needs me to help him with other things. "

Zhang He explained indiscriminately again, as to whether the pure gold bench would be too heavy or too cold, these are trivial matters, and the immortal master should be able to overcome them.

Speaking of now, even he himself feels that this fairy teacher is really idle, and insists on coming out to do some good people and good deeds that are helpful to others.

So he still has to develop Qifeng Mountain as soon as possible, plant sweet potatoes, and sell the sweet potatoes from his own field in the future, so he doesn't have to make up so many stories.

No matter how well the story is written, there is still the danger of being overwhelmed after a long time.

In the next few days, because Zhang He helped the immortal master sell sweet potatoes, he was appreciated by the immortal master and bought a mountain with a lot of money, which was known to everyone in several nearby villages.

As for the first contribution to the dissemination of this news, it is naturally old man Zhang.

This kind of glorification of the ancestors made him feel bored, like walking at night in brocade clothes, it was more uncomfortable than killing him.

Besides, buying a mountain top is considered explosive news, even if Zhang He wants to hide it, it is impossible.

For farmers, the land is life, and many tenants are thinking about the things that last a lifetime.

What's more, you can have a piece of land of your own, even if it's only as big as a palm, you can get what you want.

In the past few days, many nearby villagers have come to congratulate and usually send some gifts.

The life of the villagers is very tight, and the gifts that can be handed out are naturally relatively shabby.

It is nothing more than a catty of corn, a bag of weed seeds, a few bundles of wild vegetables, etc. The most expensive gift is an egg.

Although everyone's purpose may be to make friends with him, the future landlord class in advance, Zhang He still doesn't want to take advantage of these people for nothing.

Give everyone a gift in return, two catties of boiled sweet potatoes and two handfuls of sweet potato vines.

Of course, these matters of human relations are all handled by the old man Zhang, and Zhang He has been preparing for land reclamation these days.

Reclaiming wasteland is not an easy task, such a large barren mountain, even if the father and son were exhausted, they would not be able to reclaim a few acres.

It is necessary to hire someone to open up wasteland, but now it is the time of spring plowing, the tenants are busy with the land they rented and planted, and they are too busy with their own work, so naturally it is impossible to follow him to open up wasteland.

So now he can only focus on those refugees in Heishui Town.

Most of these refugees are from tenant households, and they all do field work.

And now as long as there is food in hand, a large number of people can be recruited for those who stutter.

At this moment, Zhang He had already set up a stall in Heishui Town, and Brother Fat Tiger lit a fire next to the stall, burning delicious sweet potatoes inside.

The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes has already attracted a large group of hungry people, who gathered around, unable to stretch out a hand from their throats.

Zhang He had already released the news of opening up wasteland and recruiting people, and now he had a hoe in front of him.

As long as everyone can swing a hoe, they are considered qualified, and they can get a sweet potato on the same day.

Wielding a hoe seems very simple, but you can tell whether the land has been planted or not just by swiping the hoe.

For many children among the refugees, Zhang He relaxed some requirements, as long as they can walk 50 meters with a small bundle of firewood, they are considered qualified.

These children can't wield a hoe, so they can carry weeds in the field and pick up trees and stones.

It can be regarded as his special care for the minors in this world.

Recruiting refugees to open up wasteland, the reward Zhang He promised was two meals a day to keep them fed. As for wages, it was impossible to have.

For the refugees, as long as they have a bite to eat and can survive, that's enough, let alone being able to manage their fill.

All the refugees are secretly making up their minds that they must eat with their stomachs open until Zhang He goes bankrupt.

Everyone was gearing up one by one, feeling that they could make Zhang He lose money.

In a short period of time, more than a dozen people have been hired, and they all received hot sweet potatoes. They stood beside them and ate sweet potatoes. At this time, they looked at other refugees who were hungry, and a sense of superiority rose from their hearts and filled their bodies.

Sometimes happiness is as simple as that, as long as you are a little better than others, it all comes from comparison.

The recruiting continued, and by this time it was the turn of an old man with a goatee.

In order to be hired and to have a full meal, Goatee grabbed the hoe at this time and threw it down with all his strength.

The force was so strong that the hoe almost flew out of his hands, causing the refugees who ate sweet potatoes to laugh.

Zhang He glanced at him. His movements were stiff, and both hands holding the hoe were dead. Obviously, he had never done farm work.

"Next."

"Give me another chance, it was just a mistake."

Goatee was not reconciled and wanted to fight for another chance.

"You don't know how to use a hoe, so don't force it. I don't support idlers."

Goatee still didn't give up, and walked up to Zhang Heshen: "I can also read and write, and I can help you keep accounts."

"Well, can you really write?"

This successfully attracted Zhang He's attention. Most of the refugees were from tenant households, and very few of them could write and count.

People who can write generally have more ways to live than others. They can tell fortunes and test characters for others, cheat some money, or pretend to be a wandering doctor and get some weeds for medicinal materials, as long as they can't cure people.

"What's your name?"

"Under Wei Peng!"

Yang Huzi saluted and said.

"You write a few words and I'll see."

Hearing this, Wei Peng picked up a piece of firewood and wrote a line neatly on the ground.