Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He looked at a large pile of sweet potatoes and sweet potato vines in the space, and a trouble called happiness rose in his heart.

Sweet potatoes are better, they can be stored for several months without spoiling, but sweet potato vines piled up together will break down in a few days.

In addition to cutting a part of it for cuttings, there are still a lot left.

In Zhang He's eyes, these are all money, and they must not be wasted.

And now that it's freezing outside, his fresh sweet potato leaves should be considered rare items.

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

After saying hello to old man Zhang, Zhang He put on the family's only winter clothes and went out.

Today is not a market, Heishui Town looks very deserted, there are only three or five people hurrying on the street.

Many of the shops on both sides of the street had their doors ajar and apparently had no business.

Zhang He was carrying a bamboo basket of sweet potato leaves covered with hay to prevent frostbite.

He walked around the street and finally walked into Wan's grocery store.

There was only one shopkeeper and one clerk in the store, and before the clerk could speak, Zhang He bowed and saluted first: "I have some fresh vegetables, do you want them?"

"Get out! Get out!"

Before Zhang He could finish speaking, the shop assistants started shouting at people.

Zhang He hurriedly pushed aside the hay covering the bamboo basket, grabbed a handful of green and tender sweet potato leaves from underneath, and shook it in his hand.

"Keep your eyes open, you two, you can't find such fresh and tender vegetables anywhere."

This bunch of fresh and green sweet potato leaves is particularly conspicuous in this season, and it is easy to arouse people's appetite.

"Come back! Let me see."

The shopkeeper was attracted by the sweet potato leaves in Zhang He's hand.

Now the ground has been frozen for a long time, and he can only eat some dried vegetables for dinner every day, which makes him angry and blisters in his mouth.

"What kind of dish are you, why haven't I seen it before?"

"This is called sweet potato leaves. It tastes very good. Try it."

Zhang He tore off two leaves with great enthusiasm and handed them to the shopkeeper and the staff.

The two took the sweet potato leaves and chewed them in their mouths. They were tender and juicy, with a little sweetness. From this mouthful of sweet potato leaves, the two of them felt the breath of spring.

"How do you sell this sweet potato leaf?"

Zhang He raised the sweet potato leaves in his hand: "A bundle of five cents."

There was no weighing at home, so he tied these sweet potato leaves into small bundles, each about a catty or so.

"So expensive? I can buy a catty of corn for five renminbi, enough for a whole day."

In spring and summer, you can buy a lot of vegetables for a penny, but now the price has doubled several times.

"But now you can buy a catty of corn for five renminbi, but it's hard to buy a catty of fresh vegetables.

Moreover, this sweet potato leaf is much more delicious than ordinary vegetables. "

The two thought about it, and it seemed like this: "Okay, I'll buy two bundles."

The shopkeeper took out ten Wen and bought two bundles.

As for the shop waiter at the side, his consumption level is still at the stage of eating wild vegetables to wrap his belly, and it is impossible to buy such extravagant vegetables.

After successfully selling the first batch of sweet potato leaves, Zhang He painted gourds in the same way and sold them door-to-door in various shops in Heishui Town.

The shopkeepers of these shops are agents sent by Wanjia to manage the shops, and they are regarded as enviable wealthy class in Heishui Town.

Only they can afford a bundle of sweet potato leaves for five cents.

This time, more than 20 bundles of sweet potato leaves were sold, earning more than 100 Wen.

Although it was a bit difficult for the first door-to-door sales, it finally opened up the market, and it will be much easier to sell sweet potato leaves in the future.

At this time, Zhang He walked into a blacksmith shop.

This blacksmith shop is considered a special existence in the entire Heishui Town, and it does not belong to the Wan family.

The old blacksmith's surname is Niu,

There is a good craft. Residents around Heishui Town usually like to find blacksmiths for knives, hoes, and iron pots.

"Blacksmith Niu, I want to buy a big iron pot, is there any ready-made one?"

"Yes! They are all in the corner over there, you can choose by yourself."

Blacksmith Niu was tall and strong, and led Zhang He to the corner, where there were more than ten iron pots, big and small.

Zhang He picked up an iron pot with a diameter of more than one foot, and found that it was still very heavy, at least ten catties.

Perhaps because of the iron smelting technology, these iron pots are very thick, and the weight is naturally not light.

"I want to see the bottom cauldron."

Hearing this, blacksmith Niu picked up the iron pans that were on top and moved them aside.

Seeing that Zhang He clicked his tongue, these pots weigh at least one to two hundred catties, blacksmith Niu has a lot of strength.

The diameter of the bottom cauldron should be more than three feet. Zhang He tried it with both hands, and it weighed at least a hundred catties.

"How much does this pot cost?"

The blacksmith stretched out his large, rough hand.

"Five hundred Wen? It's so expensive, can it be less?"

"No bargaining!" Blacksmith Niu shook his head firmly.

Zhang He had heard that this Niu blacksmith was stubborn, never haggling over the price, and never overcharging.

It's just that he only earned more than 100 wen today, plus the original 500 wen, the total is only 700 wen, which is a bit painful.

But he still spent 500 Wen to buy this big iron pot.

Unwilling, Zhang Hexin tried to sell his sweet potato leaves to Blacksmith Niu, but he insisted that Blacksmith Niu buy four bundles of sweet potato leaves, and successfully paid back twenty cash.

The cauldron was bought, but it took a lot of thought to carry it back.

The diameter of the edge of the pot is one meter, and Zhang He's height is only 1.23 meters, and he can't move his legs behind his back.

In the end, Zhang He could only hold the iron pot on his head, supporting it with both hands, like a big walking mushroom.

Holding a big iron pot, I went to Wan's Woodworking Shop to order a pot lid by the way, and it cost him another 50 Wen.

Zhang He finally walked out of Heishui Town with difficulty. Seeing no one around, Zhang He quickly put the cauldron and bamboo basket into the space.

Sitting on a big rock and panting for a while, I continued on my way back.

Zhang He found that since he practiced that nameless exercise, his strength had grown a lot, otherwise he wouldn't be able to move the big iron pot.

Old man Zhang has never had an iron pot at home, and usually cooks with a clay pot.

However, Zhang He spent a lot of money to buy an iron pot this time, not for cooking, but as a production tool.

There are more than 10,000 catties of sweet potatoes in the space. I can't eat so much by myself, so I must sell them outside.

He can't let the sweet potato seeds fall out. For the time being, he plans to cook the sweet potatoes before selling them. Anyway, the weather is cold now, and the cooked sweet potatoes won't go bad after ten days.

Those clay pots at home can cook three or five sweet potatoes at most, which is similar to children's play house.

Therefore, he can only buy a big iron pot to go home. This pot should be able to cook a hundred catties of sweet potatoes each time.

When Zhang He returned home with a big pot on his back, he really shocked the old man.

"Ah! Immortal Master gave you such a big scapegoat!"

Now that anything against common sense appears in Zhang He's hands, old man Zhang and the villagers of Zhangjialing will automatically push it to the immortal master.

The next day, Zhang He didn't go to sell sweet potato leaves. Instead, he and Mr. Zhang worked together all day, and built a clay stove with dirt, which was specially used for placing a large iron pot.

Old man Zhang squinted his eyes and walked around the earthen stove a few times: "This big pot is good, but it's too expensive."

At this moment, old man Zhang began to feel sorry for firewood again, and a load of firewood cost a penny or two.