Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

There is a manor with an area of ​​more than ten mu by the Heishui River. The three characters "Wanjiazhuang" are written on the bluestone gate plate more than ten feet high at the entrance of the manor.

From the outside of the towering wall, you can only see the roofs of some blue bricks and red tiles inside, which clearly shows the extraordinary wealth of the owner of the manor.

It was icy and snowy outside, but at this moment in a main hall in the villa, it was warmed like spring by the charcoal fire.

Wan Youcai, the Patriarch of the Wan family, was sitting at the head of a large round table, with his eldest wife and second wife on the left and right.

Next to the two wives are his five sons, the older one is in his twenties, and the younger one is only five or six years old.

Around the round table were more than a dozen maidservants who were in charge of serving.

As for the dozen or so concubines of Wanyoucai and the children of concubines, they are not eligible to sit here for dinner and are all arranged in the side hall.

Wan Youcai's youngest son looked at the table full of chicken, duck and fish, put his chopsticks on the table, and pursed his mouth:

"Why are these dishes again? Every day it's either chicken or duck, fish or meat, nothing fresh at all."

In fact, other people at the table also felt the same way. There are fewer dishes in winter, and eating these kinds of dishes every day makes them lose their appetite at all.

Only Mr. Liu, who is the youngest and favored, dares to complain at the table.

At this moment, a maid brought the last dish to the table.

"what!"

"What kind of dish is this?"

At this time, everyone looked at the last emerald green vegetable in amazement.

"I didn't expect that there are green vegetables in this winter. How rare?"

As Wan Youliang said, he stretched out his chopsticks and stuffed a handful of vegetables into his mouth.

"Well, this dish is not bad, Xiao Liu, aren't you tired of eating meat? Try this, it tastes very good."

After Wan Youliang took the first bite, everyone dared to pick up the chopsticks and start eating.

Sure enough, this plate of green vegetables was the most popular, and was quickly eaten up.

Wan Youcai took the handkerchief handed over by the maid and wiped his mouth: "Second boy, go back and check who grew this vegetable."

"Okay, I'll do it in a moment."

The oldest young man in the next head immediately agreed.

The eldest son of the Wan family is not at home all year round, and all the chores at home are now entrusted to the second son.

After the meal, the second son went straight to the back kitchen and asked about the origin of the green vegetables. It turned out that they were sent by the shopkeeper of Shangwan's Rice Shop in Heishui Town.

Immediately, he arranged for a servant to find the shopkeeper of the rice store.

It's not that he likes to make a big fuss, but that he smells great value from it.

It is winter now, if there is such a batch of green vegetables, if they are transported to the county, they will definitely sell for a good price.

Then he went around through the shopkeeper of the rice shop, the fourth housekeeper and others, and finally found out the source of the sweet potato leaves.

Then the second son ordered the fourth housekeeper to find out about this matter and then talk back.

Three days later, the fourth housekeeper had found out the news clearly, and rushed over to report to the second young master.

"You mean, this Zhang Zhao met the immortal master and helped him to do things, so he got special care from the immortal master?"

The Second Young Master tapped on the table lightly, frowning slightly, if it was related to the Immortal Master, it would be difficult to handle.

At this time, the fourth butler bowed his head and bowed, with a bright flattering smile on his face.

"It's absolutely true, everyone in Zhangjialing knows about it.

Some people saw the fairy master flying past the village, and some people saw the seven-colored glow from Zhang Zhao's house in the middle of the night.

There are quite a few people in Zhangjialing Village who have seen immortal masters, almost half of them. "

The second young master frowned and thought for a while, thinking that although making money is important, if he had a bad relationship with an immortal teacher because of a small amount of money, the gain would outweigh the loss.

"Okay, I already know about this matter, and I will pay more attention to this matter in the future, and report any news in time.

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Naturally, Zhang Zhao knew nothing about what happened in Wanjiazhuang, let alone that the fairy master he made up at the beginning had actually helped him so much.

He didn't expect that a little secret he made up at the beginning, after being passed on by old man Zhang, and passed on by word of mouth, now it has been said with a nose and eyes.

In order to increase the credibility of cowhide, many people often exaggerate their words, and some people claim to have seen it with their own eyes. Anyway, they are bragging and do not need to pay taxes.

In the recent period, Zhang Zhao went to Heishui Town to sell sweet potato leaves every other day.

From the beginning selling more than 20 bundles a day and earning more than 100 Wen, now I can sell 30 to 40 bundles a day.

However, the current sales volume is far behind the production volume in the space.

Thousands of catties of sweet potato vines can be harvested in the space every season, even if the fresh and tender sweet potato leaves are selected, it takes seven to eight hundred catties.

There are still a large number of sweet potato vines left that cannot be sold, and will rot after a long time.

Old man Zhang has been at home for the past few days, boiling water in a large pot, throwing the remaining sweet potato leaves and vines into the boiling water, scalding them to death, and then drying them, which can be sold as dried vegetables in the future.

The price of dried vegetables is naturally not comparable to that of fresh sweet potato leaves, but the high-end market in Heishui Town is only so big.

Dried sweet potato vines contain a certain amount of starch and protein, which is better than most wild vegetables in terms of taste and nutrition.

Selling it to the poor for wrapping their stomachs is naturally the best choice.

There was another market in Heishui Town today, and Zhang Zhao got up before dawn to cook a big pot of sweet potatoes.

Old man Zhang also got up early to help. Recently, under the influence of Zhang Zhao, he finally accepted the fact that he had to eat dry rice.

Although my heart is still not at ease, at least I won't blame Zhang Zhao's prodigal family anymore.

After the sweet potatoes were cooked, Mr. Zhang picked up a few sweet potatoes and went out mysteriously.

After Zhang Zhao picked up all the sweet potatoes into two bamboo baskets, old man Zhang came back from outside with a steelyard in his hand.

"Father, where did you borrow the title from?"

Gan said that this thing is considered a relatively rare thing, and the price is not particularly expensive, but most people don't need it at home, so they won't spend more money.

"You don't know this. Before her husband died, Auntie Hua would often go to villages to sell some grains during the slack time. Now that her husband has passed away, this thing is no longer needed."

"Oh, so you went to Aunt Hua's house mysteriously just now, she probably hasn't woken up yet."

People in the village will choose to get up late and go to bed early during the winter, which can save a lot of food.

"Of course I didn't get up so early."

Old man Zhang found a pole from behind the door and wanted to help Zhang Zhao pick sweet potatoes.

"You'd better stay at home, I'll go alone."

Zhang Zhao quickly stopped the old man, and he could be put into the space after he went out. If he took the old man with him, he would have to carry more than a hundred catties along the way.

The old man still wanted to argue, but Zhang Zhao pointed to the sweet potato vines hanging in the room.

"We still have so many dishes at home, what if someone steals them?

Besides, our family only has this one winter coat, you put a quilt on it, and all the grass in the quilt falls out. "

Hearing this, the old man slapped his head and almost forgot the important thing. These sweet potato vines are at least enough for a winter. If someone steals them, he will even have the heart to die.

And this cauldron is worth at least a few hundred coins, his old life is not worth as much as this cauldron.

It was only then that old man Zhang realized that Zhang Zhao had accumulated a substantial family fortune before he knew it.