Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He's family lives in Zhangjialing. There is a market town more than ten miles away from Zhangjialing called Heishui Town.

In Zhang He's memory, there happened to be a market today, November 15th.

Every market, people from eight villages in the vicinity will come to trade.

Zhang He wrapped his winter clothes tightly at this time, shrunk his neck, put his hands in his sleeves, and looked left and right in the market.

Heishui Town is the only big market in the vicinity. It is really lively today, people come and go, and there are small stalls on both sides of the bumpy road.

However, the types of goods are a bit monotonous, mainly various agricultural products, mixed with some rough handmade products.

What is sold in the market is nothing more than a few eggs you put on, and an old hen in front of me, or a few bundles of dried wild vegetables, and a few liters of corn.

There was a stall selling candied haws on the street, surrounded by a group of drooling children, but few of them managed to eat the candied haws.

Zhang He looked at the passers-by, and he could tell from the clothes and demeanor that there were mostly poor people in the market.

The few people who wore furs were all prominent figures in Heishui Town, and pedestrians who came and went voluntarily avoided them.

According to this situation, it might not be easy for him to sell something for money.

There are spicy strips, yogurt, salt, and rolls of toilet paper in his space. Except for salt, the rest of the items are things that do not exist in this world.

These things can be said to be priceless, or they can be worthless. The main thing is to find a suitable buyer.

The price of salt is very expensive, here is a kind of black, yellow and bitter coarse salt.

Such poor-quality salt can be sold for 100 yuan per catty.

It is said that there is also a kind of cyan salt, which is much better than this black salt, but the price is also more expensive.

However, the salt business in Heishui Town was monopolized by the Wan family, so he didn't dare to sell the salt.

He was thinking about ways to make money in his heart, when he looked up, he found that he had already walked to Wan's pawn shop.

Most of the properties in Heishui Town belong to the Wan family, and a small number of properties that do not belong to the Wan family, unless they are worthless, as long as they are worth some money, they will eventually change their surname to Wan after a long time.

Zhang He has already figured it out. In Heishui Town, only Wanjia can afford the price for the few items in his space.

The rest are poor working people. Whether they can survive this winter is a question. Who can afford more money to buy luxury goods?

The counter of the pawn shop was a bit high, Zhang He had to stand on tiptoes to let his chin hang on the counter.

"Hello, I want to pawn something."

The shopkeeper inside held a purple sand teapot in his left hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his eyelids slightly, and stretched his right hand to the counter.

Zhang He hastily put a roll of toilet paper on the shopkeeper's hand.

The shopkeeper's eyes widened instantly as he picked up the roll of paper. He threw away the teapot in his left hand and held the roll of paper in both hands.

What is this? He was sure he had never seen it, or even heard it.

Touching the plastic on the outer packaging with his hands, he didn't know what material it was, but it was made as thin as a cicada's wing, with exquisite patterns and characters on it, styles he had never seen before.

Zhang He was afraid that people in this era would not be able to open it, so he opened one end of the toilet paper package.

At this time, the shopkeeper carefully pulled out the circle of snow-white paper balls from the plastic packaging.

The paper ball was delicate, soft and comfortable to touch, and when the rolled paper was gently opened, patterns were still embossed on the thin piece of paper.

And after a closer look, I found that this piece of paper was actually made of four thinner pieces of paper stacked together.

What a genius!

He dared to swear that he had read countless treasures in his life, but he had never seen such exquisitely crafted paper.

The shopkeeper's hand was already trembling a little, for fear that he would accidentally break it and affect the value of the item.

"Where did you come from?"

The shopkeeper couldn't help it, and asked something that violated the rules.

Under normal circumstances, no matter what item is pawned, the pawn shop will not ask the source.

Because a lot of things that get pawnshops come from wrong sources, maybe they were stolen, maybe they were stolen by murder.

I don't ask about the cause and effect of this, but only accept and sell items, in order to avoid getting involved in things as much as possible.

For the shopkeeper's question, Zhang He was well prepared and came right away.

"I met an immortal master flying with a sword on the mountain. He helped the immortal master with some things, so he rewarded me with this item."

There are many legends about immortal masters in this world, and the common people believe them deeply.

After listening to Zhang He's explanation, the shopkeeper has already believed it, and only a fairy master with great supernatural powers can make such exquisite items.

Now the shopkeeper regretted it very much, and wished to slap himself, why did he ask such a cheap question just now.

If he didn't know that it was an item gifted by the immortal master, he would definitely have to lower the price to death, and he could just give it dozens or hundreds of coins, and he would be able to get rid of it.

Now he doesn't dare, because he is under a lot of psychological pressure, if he belittles too much, isn't that just hitting the face of the immortal master?

Even if Wan Jiacai is powerful, even ten times more courageous, he wouldn't dare to provoke the immortal master!

Maybe the immortal master won't bother with such trivial matters, but what if?

After a fierce ideological struggle, the shopkeeper gave a relatively reasonable price, which was as long as it was worth.

Pawn items are divided into dead pawns and live pawns. Live pawns are used to offset loans, and pawn shops charge a certain amount of interest from them, which can be redeemed within a specified time.

Dead pawning is equivalent to selling the item directly to the pawn shop, which cannot be redeemed.

The shopkeeper quickly wrote down a piece of paper, Zhang He signed it, and pressed his fingerprints.

Zhang Zhao held half of the paper, on which he didn't know a single word except for the handprint.

The original Zhang He was still illiterate, could not read a single big character, and was proficient in addition and subtraction within a hundred. He was already a rare witty person in the village.

Zhang He folded the paper carefully and put it in his arms, then took the money from the counter.

Neither Zhang Zhao nor Zhang He had ever handled so much money.

The usual money is equal to one thousand Wen, and there is a large string of strings, which weighs seven or eight catties.

Zhang He tightened his belt, and then stuffed the string of money into his arms.

After leaving the pawn shop, Zhang Zhao wandered around the market again.

All the food in the house was taken away by the fourth steward of the Wan family, so he had to buy some food to go back.

There are several types of food in the market, including acorns picked up from the mountains, which only cost one penny per catty.

This thing is bitter and astringent, and if you eat too much, your stomach will swell.

There are also some miscellaneous weed seeds that cost three Wen a catty.

Such as corn is already a relatively good grain, and it costs five yuan a catty.

As for rice, it costs ten cents a catty, and ordinary people only taste it once in a while, and they seldom eat it at ordinary times.

Zhang He bought ten catties of corn and ten catties of beans in the market.

Both corn and beans cost five Wen a catty, and a total of one hundred Wen was spent.

With Zhang He's thin body recovering from a serious illness, carrying the 20 catties of grain on his back, and several catties of copper coins in his arms made it very difficult for him to walk.

When he walked out of Heishui Town, he was already out of breath, his body was too weak.

Seeing that there was no one around, Zhang He put all the copper coins in his arms and twenty catties of grain into the space, and finally felt relieved.

At the same time, in the thatched house of Zhang He's family, the broken gong of the fourth housekeeper sounded.

"Old man Zhang, last time you said that the family had no money, I usually like to accumulate virtue and do good deeds, so if I soften my heart, I will promise you a few days' grace.

But I heard that you bought rice a few days ago.

Tsk tsk tsk, you are really willing to eat..."

"Fourth housekeeper, listen to my explanation, the only son in the family is seriously ill, and I borrowed a few pennies from Zhang Laoqi.

I beg you to allow a little more time, after this winter is over, I will definitely pay you back. "

Old man Zhang couldn't take out any of them now, so he could only hug the fourth housekeeper's leg and beg bitterly.

"Actually, I've always been a soft-hearted person, and I like to do good deeds, so it's not impossible to give you a grace period.

But... at that time, it will not be this number. "

When the fourth housekeeper said this, he quickly flipped the abacus in his hand.

"At the beginning of the year, you borrowed 150 wen. The principal plus interest money, you have to repay 360 wen in total. During this period, you repaid part of the corn, which was converted into copper coins and counted as 50 wen."

The fourth housekeeper put away the abacus and stroked the dust that did not exist on the clothes.

"Old man Zhang, don't blame me for not reminding you. You still owe 310 Wen. If you pay it off now, I can help you erase the change. You only need to pay 300 Wen.

If it is delayed until next spring, you will have to pay at least 600 Wen, and if you have no more money at that time, you will have to sell your father and son into slaves to pay off the debt. "

Hearing this, old man Zhang was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground. Once he becomes a slave, he is no different from a livestock. Life and death are in the hands of the master.

"Four housekeepers, Wan Shan, please do me a favor, just let me go, and leave my son behind, okay? There is only one seedling in my family."

Old man Zhang hugged the fourth steward's leg, pleading bitterly.

"I'll go with you now, sell me, and use me to pay off the debt."

"Old man Zhang, you have a good idea. Now that you can't work in the winter, who would spend money to buy slaves and go back to waste rations?"