Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

After Zhang He led a group of refugees to build temporary shacks, they began to reclaim wasteland.

First of all, all the trees on the ground must be cut down, and the roots must be dug out.

The group of them only had the simplest tools of a knife and a hoe, and cutting down a tree was a big project.

Fortunately, they are many and powerful, and with their concerted efforts, the progress is not too slow.

In addition to large trees, there are also some thorns, shrubs and weeds that need to be cut down and rooted.

The hemp pole waved the hoe again and again, dug a hole more than a foot deep in the hard ground, and finally dug out all the roots of a shrub.

Fat Tiger picked up the scattered tree roots at the side: Brother, you said that if we set a big fire, wouldn't all these weeds be burned?

Ma Gan pointed to the surrounding mountains, Are you planning to set this mountain on fire, and then burn yourself in it?

Fat Tiger stuck out his tongue, picked up a pile of tree roots and ran away.

Zhang He left the matter of directing land reclamation to old man Zhang. Anyway, old man Zhang seems to have rejuvenated now, with inexhaustible energy every day, and even recovered from his previous cough.

I said big man, you have been here for a long time, if you are lazy, a bowl of rice will be deducted from you tonight.

Hearing old man Zhang's urging, the big man continued to pick up his hoe and dig towards the roots of the tree.

Zhang He has spent the past few days learning the characters of this world from Wei Peng. He used to be educated for more than ten years, but now he has suddenly become illiterate, and he really can't adapt.

The characters in this world are somewhat similar to Chinese characters, they are all ideographic characters, and they are also written squarely.

Therefore, Zhang He found it very easy to learn, and he could learn 20 or 30 new characters every day.

In addition to studying, he will also ride a bay red horse around the surrounding mountains to practice horse riding skills.

It's not a problem for this horse to be kept in the space all the time, the space is only one acre in size, and the sweet potatoes in the space were ruined in just a few days.

Anyway, the location here is remote, and the recruited refugees will definitely not have a chance to leave here in the past few months, and the news will not spread.

Every one or two days, Zhang He would go to Heishui Town to sell a batch of boiled sweet potatoes.

At present, Qifeng Mountain is being cultivated, without any income, and needs continuous investment.

Selling sweet potatoes is his only source of income today, and this line cannot be broken.

In the evening of this day, everyone had just finished work, and everyone was queuing up for a meal with a bowl.

This is the distance established by Zhang He for the refugees. They must line up and cannot rush forward. They must learn to obey the order.

Hahaha! It's better to come early than coincidentally, just in time for dinner.

At this moment, a group of people poured out from around the camp, each of them was fierce and fierce, with all kinds of swords in their hands.

Zhang He roughly counted them, and there were about forty or fifty people. The leader was tall and tall, wearing a wolf fur robe and holding a big ring knife in his hand.

What's the matter with you?

Although the other party was not kind, Zhang He, as the owner of the place, had to stand out at this time. He walked towards the bandit leader, and the old man Zhang followed behind him holding a pole.

My name is Jiang Tianba. From now on, you can call me Lord. I live in the valley in front. I am here today to collect taxes from you.

Hurry up and take out all your money and food, so that you can avoid the pain of swordsmen.

As Jiang Tianba said, he shook the big ring knife in his hand.

Hand it over! Hand it over!

The rest of the bandits, Xiao Luo, also booed, and the knives collided with each other with a loud bang, and the momentum was astonishing.

Although the recruited 40 refugees were not much different in number, they were all terrified at this time, and they retreated one after another. None of them dared to make a sound, and some even had a lot of their pants wet.

Zhang Heshun held a hoe in his hand, and wanted to argue, but the old man Zhang grabbed him, pointed to the state of refugees behind him, and whispered in his ear.

A good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses, and if he keeps the green hills, he won't be afraid of running out of firewood.

Zhang He looked back at the refugees behind him, only Ma Gan was following him with a hatchet in his hand, but his face was pale and his legs trembled like chaff.

On the other hand, Fat Hu held a stick with a look on his face, with an expression of eagerness to try, but was firmly pressed behind him by the stick.

The rest of the people retreated far away at this time, trying to get out of the matter as much as possible, and it seemed that they would definitely not help Zhang He.

In fact, it's normal to think about it. They are just temporarily recruited coolies. They work for one day and eat two meals, that's all, there is no need to work hard for Zhang He.

Seeing this scene, Zhang He could only throw the hoe in despair.

The food is in that shack, take it yourself!

Facing forty or fifty armed bandits, he is powerless now, even if he has a horse, his combat effectiveness has been greatly improved.

But in a melee, he can't take care of so much, old man Zhang and Fat Hu may be chopped up by knives.

Hahaha! Those who know the current affairs are brilliant, and young people have a bright future.

Jiang Tianba carried the rattling big ring knife, walked towards a shack with what he thought was a heroic step.

There are still six to seven hundred catties of grain left in the shack, as well as a large pile of dried sweet potato vines.

After such bandits went in, they turned over the pots and pans and made a mess, and after a while, they came out with bags of grain on their backs.

After looting the food, the bandits searched the other two shacks again, but found nothing of value.

Finally, Jiang Tianba yelled and left happily with a group of bandits.

Since no one resisted, the bandits did not hurt anyone for no reason.

After the bandits left, Old Zhang sat down on the ground, beating his chest with both hands.

Hey! My food! These goddamn bandits! How can I live like this!

At this moment, the old man Zhang's heart ached for the food, and he obviously forgot what he had just said to comfort Zhang He.

Zhang He walked into the shack and found that all the food had been taken away by the bandits, even the large pile of dried sweet potato vines had been taken away a lot.

This time, he was robbed by bandits and lost more than three pennies, which is already a huge sum.

Because the food was robbed, they could only cook a big pot of sweet potato vines that night, and everyone ate it dejectedly.

Zhang He was chewing on the sweet potato vine at this time, thinking about what to do next?

This is the territory of the Wan family. With the power of the Wan family in Heishui Town, it is impossible not to know that there is a group of bandits here.

This time I paid a lot of money to buy this land, obviously I was cheated by Wanjia.

But the matter has come to this point, and he is not reconciled to abandoning Qifeng Mountain.

And he also thought of a more serious matter. He has been selling sweet potatoes on Wanjia's territory for a long time. The reason why he has been able to develop so smoothly up to now is that the other party is probably afraid of the imaginary fairy master behind him.

If he can't even deal with a few bandits this time, he will go back in such a desperate manner.

I am afraid that from now on, regardless of whether there is an immortal master behind him, they will attack him. After all, the profit of sweet potato is so large, Wanjia can't let it go.

So, now no matter what, he can't back down.