The happy life of a prodigal

Can you bask in the sun, can you be cold?

These are all basic problems. If any link goes wrong, whether it can survive in the end is a problem.

Just to figure out these things requires countless records and countless observations.

It's easier if you have many of these plants.

However, in front of him, there was only this one plant.

If something goes wrong, he... has no second chance!

3 Chapter Twenty

Therefore, he needs to carefully observe every detail, and must not make a wrong judgment.

At this time, it was the most leisure time in the Fang Mansion, most of the work had already been done, and the little maids either gathered together to chat, or hid somewhere, secretly reading the latest best-selling novels.

Except for the guards, only a small number of servants are still working, including Qian Zheng.

At this moment, he was in a specially vacated room, carefully observing the ten-thousand-year ginseng that the young master gave him.

To be precise, the seedlings...

The ten-thousand-year-old ginseng sprouted within a few days after it arrived in his hands.

With years of experience in farming, he knew what this meant. Therefore, after asking the little manager for instructions, he decisively chose to cut off the sprouts and bury them in the soil for cultivation.

It was just a helpless strategy at first, but I didn't expect that the sprouts of the so-called 'ten thousand years of ginseng' survived in the most common soil.

As a person who has dealt with crops since he was a child, he has never seen ginseng, let alone the 'ten thousand year ginseng' which is said to be so precious that it is worth 10 taels of silver!

But... the scene in front of him told him that this thing... could never be ginseng!

He heard from the little manager that it takes several years for ginseng to grow, so it is rare, and rare things are more expensive, so it is also precious.

According to his speculation, this thing may grow in less than a year, and it is not difficult to survive. How could it be worth 10 taels of silver, and how could it be so precious?

Thinking of this, his first reaction was that the young master was cheated!

Therefore, I found the little manager, hoping to tell the young master about my discovery.

It's a pity that during this time, the young master has been developing something for the emperor in the suburbs...

He never returned home, so he had no choice but to continue offering this so-called 'Wannian Ginseng' as his ancestor.

Of course, since the Central Plains suffered a disaster and he was separated from his family, he has almost forgotten what his ancestors were like, but this ten thousand year ginseng is clearly in his mind, and he will never forget it of.

Qian Zheng thought of this and couldn't help sighing.

If it weren't for that drought, I would have already started a family and started a business by now...

"Qian Zheng, Qian Zheng!"

He was feeling emotional when suddenly there was an urgent shout in his ear.

Qian Zheng raised his eyes, looked forward, saw that it was someone from the side yard, stood up hastily, and said loudly, "I'm here, what's the matter?"

Hearing the voice, the man walked up to him quickly, dragged him towards the side yard, and said as he walked, "Master wants to see you, come with me quickly!"

"Master?"

When Qian Zheng heard this, he was slightly taken aback, as if thinking of something, he stopped in his tracks.

Seeing that he couldn't be dragged, the man looked back and said anxiously: "What are you doing, the young master has more time than our baby..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qian Zheng: "I'm going to get something, soon!"

After finishing speaking, he quickly got into the room.

Seeing this scene, the man became even more anxious, wishing he could just drag him over.

However, after a while, Qian Zheng walked out of the room, holding a small flowerpot in his hand, and inside the flowerpot was a seedling swaying in the wind.

"What is this?"

The man showed doubts on his face, and asked subconsciously.

Qian Zheng replied: "The young master gave it to me, and I will take it with me now."

Hearing what he said, the man didn't ask any more questions, but urged: "Okay, hurry up, the little manager sent someone to urge you just now."

"Ah."

Qian Zheng nodded, followed behind him, and walked quickly to the side yard.

Walking through corridors, rockeries, ponds, and going around, I finally arrived at the backyard of the side yard.

As soon as he walked in, he saw a young man in a fine attire sitting on the stone bench.

Without being reminded by others, Qian Zheng can guess that this person is the young master of the Fang Mansion, Young Master Fang.

He only entered the Fang Mansion during this period of time.

My family is from the Central Plains. After the disaster in my hometown, I lost my way of life, so I packed up the fine silk with my family, left the place where my ancestors had never left for generations, and embarked on an unknown journey.

I met a lot of things on the road, met good-hearted people who gave porridge, and met bad people who blocked the road and robbed people of food.

After walking for more than half a year, when I arrived in Gyeonggi, I was the only one around.

I thought that there would be a way to survive when I arrived in Gyeonggi, but I didn't expect that there were disaster victims like myself everywhere, pouring in like locusts.

In the beginning, the lords in the Gyeonggi area would open warehouses to release grain and serve some porridge, barely able to survive.

Later, the number of porridge handouts became less and less, but the relief mentioned by the court had never been seen, and it became more and more felt that there was no way out.

They continued to move forward and came to the capital city. Before the ban, they became the last batch of foreigners to enter the city.

I have been a beggar, a hard worker, in short, I have traveled all the way, until the end, I still can't survive.

Just when he had given up hope, Chengnan began to give out porridge.

Although only three times a week, it was enough to keep him alive.

Later, he found out... the good man who gave the porridge was the son of Fangfu.

Later, because he was willing to endure hardships and had a lot of strength, he spontaneously helped to maintain order when giving out porridge, and was picked by the stewards of the Fang Mansion, entered the Fang Mansion, and became a servant.

In this world, being able to be a servant in a noble mansion is already a dream. No matter how many people line up, there is no way out.

If you are thirsty, you will have water to drink, if you are hungry, you will have food to eat, if you are cold, you will have bedding and a shelter.

It can be said... the life he lives today is beyond his imagination.

Therefore, in this mansion, no matter what he does, he strives to do his best, but he is afraid that one day he will not do well in something and be kicked out.

At the same time, he also understands that the reason why he can have today's life is all dependent on one person... that is the young master in front of Fangfu, the general of Habayashi Guard, Fang Xiu!

At this moment, looking at the young master's back, his mind went blank, and his whole body became inexplicably nervous, almost... speechless.

"Master, the money is arriving."

At this time, the person who led him here said something respectfully.

Fang Xiu turned his head and looked behind him.

A young man with a dark face was standing at the door, looking very cramped.

Seeing this scene, he showed a smile on his face, waved his hands, and said, "Got it, go down."

"Yes, Master!"

The man saluted respectfully, then turned and left the yard.

Seeing this scene, Qian Zheng stood there, feeling even more cramped.

I thought to myself, I should salute.

But... how to salute, but I don't know at all.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, plopped, and knelt down on the ground.

Chapter 321 New Crop

"Master!"

Qian Zheng was kneeling on the ground, lowered his head, mustered up his courage, and yelled.

If people who don't know this scene saw it, they would think that Fang Xiu was some sort of pickpocket.

When Fang Xiu saw this scene, he was also stunned.

Dazed for a second, he hurriedly got up, walked in front of him, helped him up, and said with a smile: "Fang Fu has no rules of kneeling at every turn."

When Qian Zheng heard this, he was still a little nervous, but he was not so cramped, and blurted out: "The young master is my savior, if there is no young master to give porridge and take the young one in, I am afraid that the young one will starve to death. The young master knelt down and kowtowed, even if he went up the mountain of swords and went down the sea of ​​fire for the young master, the little one would never frown!"

The words were extremely sincere, and there seemed to be tears in the eyes.

This is an honest person, he doesn't have so much ink in his stomach, and when he speaks, he can only hold back a few simple sentences at most.

But... just such a few simple words, unexpectedly made Fang Xiu, who thought he had seen all kinds of things in the world, feel so touched in his heart.

All I can do is just a bowl of porridge and a place of tolerance.

However, for these disaster-stricken people, it is a way of life and a hope for survival.

Although, the poor mountains and rivers are full of troublesome people, and they are extremely hungry, and the evil in human nature is fully exposed.

However, even so, there are still countless true and kind people among the disaster-stricken people.

Many people still give their last bite to their elders or children even though their hungry chest is on their backs.

Even in order to save these people who have suffered great disasters in their lives and have undergone drastic changes in their lives, they still maintain a kind heart.

This sweet potato... must also be planted and promoted!

At this moment, Fang Xiu's heart became more determined, he raised his eyes, looked at the swarthy Qian Zheng in front of him, and said, "It's just a matter of lifting my hands to save you.

Everyone has a time of suffering, I only hope that you can also lend a helping hand when others are suffering in the future..."

After a pause, he continued: "Okay, I won't say any more about these things. Bai Xiaochun told me, what do you mean by that Wannian ginseng plant is fake?"

Hearing the young master's question, Qian Zheng immediately cheered up, picked up the small flower pot that was placed on the ground before, held it in his hand, and replied: "The small one means that this ten thousand year ginseng may not be ginseng, but It's a different crop."

When Fang Xiu heard this, he immediately became interested, looked at Qian Zheng, and said, "Continue talking."

Seeing that the young master didn't intend to question the crime, Qian Zheng thought for a while and continued: "The little one is just guessing.

Because the young one is in his hometown, he has been farming with his family since he was a child, and has some understanding of these crops.

The younger one has never seen ginseng, but he heard from the manager that it takes several years for a good ginseng to grow.

However, the [-]-year-old ginseng that the young one was ordered to take care of grew sprouts in less than ten days, and it seemed that there was nothing special about it.

The young ones knew that the crops could not be eaten after they grew sprouts, but if they could be separated and replanted in the soil, they would still survive.

The little one thought, since the ginseng had already sprouted and thus lost its effect, he made his own claim and planted it in the soil.

Unexpectedly, in less than half a month, it has grown vigorously, and now it has a faint meaning of flourishing.

Therefore, a small guess, this is not ten thousand years of ginseng, but a crop that we have not seen before. "

After speaking, he raised the flower pot in his hand.

Inside the flower pot, a seedling was swaying gently with the breeze, like an unknown weed on the side of the road.

When Fang Xiu saw it, his eyes lit up.

At first, I was worrying about how to cultivate this sweet potato, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be successful.

With a happy expression on his face, he raised his eyes, looked at Qian Zheng, and asked, "How did you cultivate this... thing, do you still remember?"

Qian Zheng saw that the young master didn't blame him, but was very interested.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and replied: "The little one was ordered to take care of him, and naturally he did his best. Every day, how long he was exposed to the sun, how much water he poured... etc. were written down on the paper. "

Hearing this, Fang Xiu showed joy on his face, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Good job, what about the things you recorded?"

In the eyes of the servants of Fangfu, the young master is like an emperor.

Qian Zheng didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest, and hastily took out a piece of faint yellow paper from his bosom.

Fang Xiu couldn't wait to take the dim yellow paper, but after a hasty glance, he was dumbfounded.

What is written on it, there are no symbols like this.