Wangen sweet potato is a long strip, which can be held in one hand. It weighs about two taels. It is really small. After peeling, it feels like holding a section of sugar cane in your hand. The color is very different from that of sweet potato. It is not white or white.
Red, yellow in color, and the yellow is a bit strong, like a diluted pineapple color.
It looked quite juicy and crystal clear. I couldn't help but take a bite, and my eyes widened immediately. It had the unique raw aroma of sweet potatoes, but it only accounted for half of it. The other part was sweet, and there was a little indescribable smell.
, like rotten fruit, but there is no rotten feeling at all. On the contrary, it suddenly increases the overall taste. If he had not substituted the concept of red sweet potato in advance, he would have thought he was eating fruit.
There was quite a bit of juice, and the texture was a bit like eating pear, sweet and crunchy, and he finished one in just a few bites.
He couldn't help but eat the second and third ones. He was already full, but he just couldn't help but want to eat. When he was eating the fourth one, Dazhu scratched his head and said: "Nine
Son, my old man said that if you eat too much, you need to..."
"What do you want?" Zhang Heng asked doubtfully.
Unexpectedly, my mother laughed and scolded: "Dazhu meant that he would fart after eating too much."
When Zhang Heng heard this, he chuckled. The family did not have so many taboos about talking. Dazhu probably felt embarrassed to say it because his mother and sister were nearby. After all, the aunt and nephew had not seen each other for many years, so they could not talk freely.
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But Zhang Heng also asked doubtfully: "Can it also have the effect of farting?"
"Haha, Mom doesn't understand either. I heard it from the old people in the village before." Mother smiled.
Dazhu also followed at this time: "My old man said the same thing, saying that if you feel better after eating, you will fart."
Zhang Heng had secretly made plans at this time. He planned to bring these ten thousand sweet potatoes into the space to plant them. The taste would be comparable to fruit, and it would also allow primitive people to taste it, enriching the variety of food.
He immediately asked about the cultivation method, and the result he got surprised him. These ten thousand sweet potato seedlings were not cultivated from tubers, but from the sarcoma grown from the roots. Fortunately, there was one in this bag, and Zhang Heng took it out.
After looking at the bunch, I saw about a dozen small sarcomas on it. They were about the size of a table tennis ball, red but easy to spot.
Because they were freshly dug out, they also brought out the sarcoma seed balls on them. There were five bunches in total. When Zhang Heng saw this, he said: "Mom, I'll take some of the ten thousand sweet potatoes and give them to my friends."
"Okay, this thing is not valuable, it's just strange. You can also buy some fruit or something to send it with you. Remember to treat others to dinner when it's empty..." Mother instructed. This is also the way people in the village do. Human relations are generally not direct.
Send money.
Of course Zhang Heng agreed immediately. He packed up half of the Wan Gen Tiao and put it away. He thought about it and went online to check it out. He had to thoroughly understand the specific effects of Wan Gen Tiao. This is the benefit of knowing how to use the Internet. You don't have to ask for help.
You can do it yourself.
At this time, Dazhu opened the rucksack and took out a lot of things. They were all local specialties from the village and took up the same space in the bag.
The mother accepted it with a smile and curse, but immediately gave Dazhu a red envelope. This is what elders do to younger generations. Although Dazhu is almost thirty years old, the Zhang family has always treated him as a child, so he is naturally qualified to have children.
treatment.
And Zhang Heng can also enjoy it for two years. When he reaches the age of twenty, he will no longer receive red envelopes from his elders. After he joins the work, he should give red envelopes to his younger generations in turn. Even if his mother gives it, he will have to give an extra one. These
These are all traditional rules in the village.
Dazhu accepted the red envelope with some embarrassment and called her aunt again. This call was much more friendly, haha.
"By the way, Mom, what good news did you say on the phone?" Zhang Heng only thought of this before going out.
"Tomorrow morning I'm telling you to take Dazhu to the factory as soon as possible. It's already so late. Take a taxi. When you get there, I'll help you get all the quilts and stuff. You should also take a taxi and come back early to sleep." Mother said and stuffed herself.
A handful of money came into his hands.
Zhang Heng didn't look at it carefully and just put it in his pocket. He had to take the money. He had lied about buying a bicycle with the money he had on him, so he didn't dare to say that he still had money left.
Immediately, he stopped delaying and went out with Dazhu. My sister originally wanted to follow him, but was pushed back by Zhang Heng, but she made a mental note and took some time to take her out to play.
As soon as he left the yard, his uncle's call came. Zhang Heng slapped his forehead and thought about calling his grandma. He couldn't help but blame himself and quickly answered the phone. As a result, his uncle told his grandma to go to his sister-in-law's house.
He will come back in two days. Now that he is not in the village, grandma and grandma are no longer feeding the livestock. In a few days, they will be moving to Grandpa Seven's house.
So I just waited for the phone call two days later. I briefly talked about Dazhu immediately, hung up the phone and continued on my way.
"Jiu'er, why are you buying rice? Do I want to cook it myself?" Dazhu asked, pausing his head. This is also Zhang Heng's favorite action.
Zhang Hengle said: "That's not true. I just want to help a friend buy some rice. How much can you carry?"
Dazhu tightened the canvas bag tightly and easily carried a bag of rice weighing 100 kilograms. Dazhu had to go out as a long-term laborer during the busy farming season in the village. This strength is not something that can be built. A family uses a lot of dung in a year.
It only takes two days to carry Zhu Zhu to the cesspit on the mountain. From dawn to dusk, without taking a break, the day's wages are thirty yuan. It's no wonder that the uncle was eager to give up when he heard that the salary was four thousand yuan.
Dazhu came to the city in the afternoon.
Zhang Heng also carried a bag of 100 kilograms of rice, which cost 500 yuan, or 2.5 yuan per kilogram. This was still a bargain. The last time he went to the supermarket, Zhang Heng never saw rice priced at less than four yuan a kilogram. At home,
The price of ordinary pearl rice is two yuan and eighty per catty. The wages in the city are high, but the prices and consumption are also high.
I took Dazhu all the way to the rental house, put the things away, and casually explained to Dazhu that I didn’t need to ask any more questions. I honestly followed him and ran out again, and then started a big purchase. In fact, I made the purchases based on Dazhu’s living standards.
, such as cotton wool, daily necessities, etc., but I also bought some random gadgets, mostly for their edible properties and low prices.
He liked living in a primitive space and didn't care whether the Su sisters could adapt to it, but he had to consider his elder brother, so Dazhu had to buy all the things needed for modern life.
The reward item he thought of was food, which was the foundation of primitive society. He simply bought two thousand kilograms of rice alone. The two of them traveled lightly, carrying two hundred kilograms each at a time, and carried it back in five trips.
Dazhu works as a long-term worker for a day and has to go back and forth to the mountain about thirty times to pick up things. Now it's just five trips without any problem. As for Zhang Heng, of course it's no problem either.
Naturally, when we have rice, we need pots. It is too late to wait for the pottery of the Kui tribe. Then we carefully check the process of making pottery on the Internet and develop the pottery. We cannot throw it away, but now we really can’t keep up with the pace of life.
The clay pot is too small.
In this way, Zhang Heng directly bought twenty stainless steel drum pots that were as tall as a man. They may not even be called pots. They would only be used if there are shops on the market that make mutton soup.
Of course, seeds are also indispensable. I buy a lot of all kinds of vegetables in the store. The purpose of adding large pillars into the space is to promote planting and breeding in the original space.
After all this expenditure, it directly exceeded ten thousand yuan. The rental house was basically full, leaving only a passage for passing people. The big dog was lying alone in the middle, with confusion in his eyes.
Dazhu finally realized something was wrong and asked: "Jiu'er, when are you going to send me to work in the factory?"