Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Old man Zhang seemed to have lost all his strength at this time, what is the difference between selling himself as a slave and directly sending him to death?

It doesn't matter that he is old, but Zhang He is only sixteen years old, and he is the only child in his family. Once he becomes a slave, his lineage will be extinct.

As for paying off the debt, that's impossible. Where can he earn so much money?

Now it's freezing outside, let alone a few hundred pennies, even a few tens of pennies can't be earned.

If Zhang He hadn't been seriously ill and desperate, who would have borrowed such a high-interest loan?

At this moment, the door of the hut was pushed open, bringing in a gust of cold wind from outside, and a short figure walked in.

"Dad! What's wrong with you?"

Zhang He quickly helped the old man Zhang on the ground, and stared at the fourth butler who was writing hard.

The fourth butler didn't take it seriously, and happily put a piece of paper in front of Zhang He.

"You came back just in time. As long as you sign this document, you father and son can spend this winter with peace of mind."

Then the four housekeepers read the paper again.

The general idea is that the old man Zhang and Zhang He borrowed 300 Wen to pay off the pressure, and next spring they will pay off the 600 Wen with the principal and interest.

Zhang He took the written evidence, although he didn't know a single word, he could still feel the conspiracy in it.

It was clear that they wanted the lives of their father and son.

"Chila!"

Zhang He's blood surged up, and with a burst of force with his hands, he tore the written document to pieces.

"What are you doing? Although I have a kind heart, I can't tolerate you today.

Listen to me, Mr. Zhang, the 310 wen you owed must be paid off today, and I will break one of your legs today if you miss it. "

The fourth housekeeper was furious. In several nearby villages, no one had ever dared to be rude in front of him.

"Is it 310 Wen? I'll just pay you back today."

As he said that, Zhang He reached out to take out the money in his arms, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his consciousness entered the space to untie the string of copper coins.

"Clatter!"

Zhang He took out a handful of copper coins and put them on the stone table, at least dozens of Wen coins.

Old man Zhang and the fourth butler both stared in disbelief.

Then Zhang He grabbed the copper coins from his pocket one after another and piled them on the stone table.

"310 texts, count the number."

"You... where did you get the money from?"

"Where does my money come from? The fourth butler doesn't bother you. You just need to count the amount."

The four stewards counted it again, and the number was just right.

"Hmph! You have the guts!"

Now that Zhang He had paid off the debt, the fourth housekeeper had nothing to say. He took out a large stack of debt bills from his pocket, found one of them and threw it to old man Zhang.

Then he swept the money on the table into a cloth bag, and left without looking back.

"He'er, where did you get so much money?"

"I went out today and ran into an immortal master who was flying with a sword on the mountain. He asked me to do some things for him, and then gave me some property.

Father, don't ask too much about this matter, lest you offend the immortal master. "

Hearing this, old man Zhang hurriedly bowed to the sky and begged the immortal master for forgiveness.

Zhang He found that this reason is very useful. People in this world are more superstitious, and they firmly believe in these strange things.

If it was in the original world, if someone was randomly caught by the side of the road, he would have at least ten years of hard study, and this kind of reason would at most deceive a child.

Then, Zhang Zhao took out another large bag of corn and soybeans from his arms.

Old man Zhang knew that this matter must have something to do with the immortal master, so he didn't ask any more questions.

That night, old man Zhang lit a fire, and Zhang He personally cooked a pot of corn and rice, and also stewed a pot of soybeans.

Looking at the sumptuous dinner on the stone table, old man Zhang froze on the spot, without speaking for a long time.

"Father, eat quickly,

It will be cold in a while. "

Zhang He hurriedly urged, everyone's stomachs have never been full these years, there is no matter whether it suits your appetite, as long as you can fill your stomach, it is a good thing.

Old man Zhang sighed deeply before picking up the bowl.

"I said He'er, you are old and not young, and you have to learn to live in the future. This is not a festival. If you eat like this every day, even mountains of gold and silver can't resist it."

It turned out that old man Zhang felt that the dinner was too rich. In his subconscious mind, as long as he had a bowl of thick corn porridge, he would be content without adding wild vegetables to it.

"Father! Don't worry, we still have a lot of food. I have hidden it. It won't be a problem to eat until next spring."

Zhang He patted his chest to assure that he felt that the old man had misunderstood Jinshan Yinshan.

Only then did Old Man Zhang pick up the bowl, and took a bite into his mouth. The dry rice was delicious.

Zhang He also took a big bite into his mouth. The rice steamed from this kind of corn is golden in color and looks very good.

But the taste is not flattering, the taste is extremely rough, and when swallowing, it even scratches the throat, which is far worse than rice.

Seeing that old man Zhang buried his head in his mouth and ate very deliciously, Zhang He reminded: "Father, don't just eat corn and rice, you also boiled beans."

As long as people in this world can fill their stomachs, there is no such concept as nutrition.

Ordinary people's daily food cannot even guarantee the most basic calories, and the intake of protein is seriously insufficient.

It is precisely because of lack of nutrition and overwork that people in this world age very quickly.

Soybeans are rich in vegetable protein and oil, and the protein content is as high as 40%, which is especially suitable for the poor in this era.

However, the protein in soybeans is not easy to absorb. If it can be stewed with pig's trotters, the amino acids will complement each other, which is a perfect match.

Thinking of the smell of pig's trotters, Zhang He's saliva almost flowed out.

"How much salt did you put in the beans? Don't you put all our salt in it?"

Old man Zhang put down the bowl in a hurry, went to the stove and picked up a clay pot to check.

This is too prodigal, he now has the heart to beat Zhang He with a stick.

He was relieved to see that the black mass in the clay pot was still intact, which was their winter salt.

Turning around and picking up the bowl again, old man Zhang took another mouthful of boiled beans and smacked his lips.

I feel that after putting salt in the beans, the taste is really good, and it does not have the unique bitterness in salt.

"This salt, could it be..."

Old man Zhang pointed to the sky in awe when he said this, while Zhang He nodded mysteriously.

It took a long time for the father and son to finish this meal. Old man Zhang remembered that he only had a hearty and full meal during the last Chinese New Year.

"Some time ago, our family ran out of food, and you were sick in bed. I borrowed a lot of food from Zhang Laoqi and Aunt Hua. Now no one is rich, so we have to pay it back as soon as possible."

After the meal, old man Zhang stroked his belly and calculated carefully with Zhang He. He borrowed half a liter of corn from someone else, and borrowed a penny from someone else.

Zong Ling also owed four or five catties of corn and more than ten Wen.