Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He rode the bay red horse and returned to the vicinity of Heishui Town in just over two hours.

He is now covered in blood, riding a big bay red horse to show off his appearance. No one from the bandits along the way would dare to charge him a penny.

However, he doesn't dare to go back like this now. When the people from Heihutang track it down, the whole Zhangjialing may be razed.

In order to confuse people's eyes and ears, Zhang He rode his horse directly through Heishui Town, and walked forward for more than 20 miles.

I ate something at a tea stall along the way, and the owner of the tea stall was too scared to take his money, and other diners at the tea stall hurriedly checked out and left.

After leaving the tea stand, he continued on his way.

When he reached a place where there was no one in front of him, he stroked the horse's belly with one hand and concentrated his thoughts on the horse.

Then the big bay red horse in front of him disappeared out of thin air and appeared in his space.

This was the first time Zhang He tried to put a living thing into the space, and he really succeeded. Maybe the horse is a bit big, and he is still dizzy now.

Taking advantage of no one around, Zhang He quickly got into the woods by the roadside.

He took off the blood-stained winter clothes, took out two sacks from the space and put them on his body, and used them as clothes for the time being. Anyway, there are not many people in this world who are well-dressed, so he looks ordinary like this.

Even when he returned to the tea stand, the owner of the tea stand failed to recognize him.

When Zhang He returned to Zhangjialing, it was already time to hold the lanterns.

When old man Zhang saw Zhang He coming home, he finally let go of the heart he had been carrying.

For the villagers of Zhangjialing, Dehua County is a very distant place, and the road is full of dangers.

If you go to Dehua County once, you can spend at least a few years in the village.

During the past few days of leaving, old man Zhang was always worried that Zhang He would not come back.

However, he had just relaxed when he saw the wound on Zhang He's arm again, and was startled.

"Hey! How did you do this? I told you I can't go that far. What should I do now?"

Seeing such a big wound, Zhang Jialing was already panicked and at a loss.

"You wait at home, I'll go to the town to invite a doctor."

Zhang He hastily stopped old man Zhang, he has no confidence in the doctor in this world at all.

In the fight with the bandits in the village last time, several of the wounded were later put to death by the doctor.

Instead of leaving his life in the hands of those unreliable doctors, he might as well solve it by himself now.

He asked old man Zhang to boil a pot of clean water, and then put some salt. Now he doesn't have equipment, so he can't make saline solution accurately, but at least it's sterile, and it's suitable for cleaning wounds.

In places where there are no antibiotics, the wound is most afraid of infection. As long as the wound is cleaned, it should be careful not to contaminate it afterwards, plus the resistance of normal people, generally everything will be fine.

It took most of the night for Zhang He to finish treating the wound.

Next, Zhang He recuperated at home and rested for two days.

When he was bored of recuperating, he took out the items he took out from the chest master's arms to check.

The first is the knife he snatched from the opponent.

At that time, this knife cut his own Tang knife in two, but the edge was only curled a little.

Zhang He raised the knife in his hand and waved it wildly. If it weren't for his increased strength now, he wouldn't be able to move it, it would have weighed at least ten catties.

This knife is two feet eight inches long, the blade is glowing with a cold light, and the color is similar to the stainless steel he saw in his previous life.

The hall master has four or five taels of silver in his arms, and dozens of copper coins, which are enough for the expenses of ordinary people's families for several years.

In addition, he also harvested a book. He didn't know any of the characters in the book. He really understands now that he will hate the book when it is used.

There are also some pictures drawn in the book, and one can probably guess that it should be a book teaching aid to sword techniques.

After seeing Master Si's martial arts,

Now he is very eager to read and learn calligraphy, and learn the peerless martial arts above. After all, who didn't have a dream of being a hero when he was young?

Back then, he pestered an old man with a white beard because he watched a lot of martial arts TV, and learned this unknown skill.

Now this exercise has improved his overall quality as a whole, which can be said to be of great help to him.

If it weren't for the overall improvement in strength, speed, agility, and reaction, he would have definitely died under the sword of the master master.

I read the book back and forth two or three times, but I couldn't see why, so I could only put it in the space temporarily.

Before he could deal with the corpses of the ten thieves he killed earlier, they were all thrown in the corner of the space.

The money Zhang He found from them should add up to about ten coins, enough for him to sell hundreds of catties of sweet potatoes.

He found that killing people and touching corpses was much more cost-effective than growing sweet potatoes.

The bay red horse was eating his sweet potato vines, and Zhang He let it eat, but this horse was much more valuable than the sweet potato vines.

Two days later, Zhang He returned to Heishui Town with money in his pocket.

It's spring now, and as expected by old man Zhang, in addition to selling agricultural products and handicrafts, there is another commodity in the market - people.

A five or six-year-old girl with grass marks on her head was huddled in her mother's arms, with tears in her big round eyes.

"Mom! I don't want to leave you. I will only eat one meal a day from now on. Can you let me stay?"

"Stupid child, mother can't bear to part with you, but our family really has no way to survive. The family doesn't even have seeds for spring plowing, let alone food. We have to sell you so that you can live and the whole family can live."

Then the mother told her daughter with tears in her eyes that she should be well-behaved and obedient and avoid being beaten when she arrived at the master's house.

Zhang He walked by, feeling very uncomfortable. He squeezed a piece of broken silver in his hand, threw it into the arms of the mother and daughter while no one was looking, and then left quickly.

The whole world is like this, and such tragedies happen all the time.

If he hadn't gotten the space, he should be ready to be sold as a slave by the fourth steward.

There is very little he can do now other than support himself.

The number of refugees in the market has increased a lot, and it is now the spring plowing season, and it is unknown where these refugees came from.

The mother and daughter found a piece of silver in their arms suddenly, looked up, and saw a young boy's back gradually drifting away.

The child's mother held the broken silver in her arms tightly, and with the other hand, she hurriedly pulled off the grass flag on her daughter's head.

Zhang He finds Shopkeeper Mi and explains why he came here.

Shopkeeper Mi immediately led Zhang He to Wanjiazhuang enthusiastically, and the two entered through a side door.

It was the first time for Zhang He to come to Wanjiazhuang. The houses inside the walls were made of blue bricks and red tiles, and the floor was paved with smooth marble.

Shopkeeper Mi asked Zhang He to wait in a side hall, while he went in to work with Zhang Luo.

After a while, shopkeeper Mi took out a land deed with the seal of the Dehua County Government on it.

Zhang He checked it, but he didn't see anything wrong. In fact, he couldn't read and couldn't see why, so he could only nod his head pretendingly.

Then he signed and stamped the document. Fortunately, Zhang He spent a copper coin before, and asked a fortune teller to teach him to write his name.

After getting the documents, Zhang He paid 150 taels of silver, and both parties completed the transaction.

Although he is illiterate, he is quite at ease about this transaction.

It is located in a remote village and belongs to a society of acquaintances. It has been passed down from generation to generation, and everyone will consciously abide by some basic rules, such as reputation.

Even if Wanjia is the local emperor of Heishui Town, covering the sky with one hand, it is no exception.

It's not that Wanjia's morality is so noble, but if you don't abide by the most basic rules, who will dare to do things for Wanjia in the future? Everything has to have a rule.

Zhang He carefully folded the land deed and put it in his arms. From now on, the land of Qifeng Mountain belongs to Zhang He.

After spending several months, he finally had a place where he could settle down.

Zhang Hehuai came out of Wanjiazhuang with the land deed in his arms, feeling refreshed, even the mud on the roadside looked so pleasing to the eye.

When he returned to the market, he bought dozens of catties of soybeans, a hen, and a piece of pork at Wanjia Butcher's.

"Today is a good day..."

Holding the meat, Zhang He hummed a little tune with insufficiency in tone. Since crossing, he has never been in such a good mood.

But he didn't know that in the corner of the street, a pair of big round eyes were always watching him.