Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

Zhao Sheng did not pay much attention to the decision made in the Zhaojiazhuang ancestral hall, but Zhou Tong brought him good news.

"Is this beet?" Zhao Sheng looked at this thing that was called beet in ancient times. It was very different from the later ones. It was a bit like spinach with a well-developed root system, but the leaves were like radish leaves.

In fact, the beet that was later introduced to China had already appeared in Gansu and Ningxia. Because it can grow in saline-alkali land, it tastes slightly bitter, and even sheep don't eat its leaves.

Seeing Zhao Sheng curiously looking at the radish he brought, Zhou Tong thought he had made a mistake and asked worriedly, "Sir, isn't this what you wanted?"

Looking at the vehicles that still had water on them, there were three large trucks, weighing about 600 kilograms. The freight alone would be quite high. If he said he made a mistake, Zhou Tong would probably want to die.

"Captain Zhou, you did a great job. This is a different breed, but it's already very rare. I want all three. Just let me know how much it costs."

Zhao Sheng naturally would not make things difficult for Zhou Tong. No matter how bitter the result was, he would have to accept it with tears. After all, these people were working for him, and he could not let his brothers down.

The person who delivered the goods was from Qinzhong. He had heard that there was a high-protein food in Da Zhou, and eating more of it could prevent many diseases.

The deliveryman bowed and saluted Zhao Sheng. "We were once citizens of the state of Zhao, now called Qinzhong. We are in great need of a Zhou Dynasty treat called Youfu Biscuits. Could you please help us buy some?"

When Zhao Sheng heard this, he felt a little guilty. These traveling doctors were really good at talking. They said locust biscuits could prevent diseases.

"Well, how much do you need? Can I fill three trucks for you?"

The merchants in Qinzhong were so moved by Zhao Sheng's words that they burst into tears and knelt down, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao of the Great Zhou. We in Qinzhong will be grateful to you."

Mr. Zhao thought, "You guys eat beef and mutton every day, are you tired of it? If not, give it to me. I never get tired of it."

"Uh! That Zhao Hu, arrange for someone to unload the goods from the truck and sprinkle water on it. We plan to plant the seeds today, and by the way, load all your father's biscuits into the truck."

"Wandong, come out!" Zhao Sheng knew that Wandong was like a little tail, always hiding aside and peeking. Whenever he had something to do, she would be the first to appear.

"Young Master, I'm here." Wan Dong ran quickly with her short legs to Zhao Sheng's thighs and hugged him, otherwise she would fall because of the fast speed.

"Go, have Sister Wanqiu prepare tea and lunch. Count the number of people and prepare food for that number."

The businessman in Qinzhong is called Li Ziqi. As the name suggests, he is the seventh child in the family. When he heard that Zhao Sheng wanted to treat him to a meal, he was extremely grateful.

He took out a package from his arms and handed it to Zhao Sheng: "Respected Master Zhao of the Great Zhou, this is a favorite food of us Qinzhong people. We usually chew it in our mouths to pass the time."

Zhao Sheng opened the paper package, and inside were black grains. No matter how he looked at them, they looked like wolfberries, and they were quite large, like both black wolfberries and dried blueberries.

"Do you have a lot of this stuff?" Zhao Sheng asked in surprise.

Li Ziqi said proudly, "In Qinzhong, our area is mountainous and there are few grasslands, but there are many vines like this, full of these fruits."

Blueberry is a deciduous shrub belonging to the Ericaceae family and the genus Vaccinium. Its twigs are green, angular or cylindrical, and usually have rows of soft hairs. At the feet of the tall horse, everyone's understanding of plants is grass, trees and vines.

Obviously they regarded this kind of plant as a vine, and Qinzhong is not suitable for growing blueberries. The best area for growing blueberries is in Zhao County.

The lunch arrangement was not very rich, and most of the dishes were vegetarian, but the taste was very unique.

"Come, come, come. We are poor here and don't have any good food to offer you. Cattle and sheep are very scarce here. We can only ask you to eat more vegetarian dishes."

Li Ziqi and his group also adapted to the local customs. When they saw a pot of hand-shredded lamb with other dishes, they began to doubt themselves and wonder what kind of life they had lived in the past.

Although we eat meat every day, the taste is relatively simple, especially the yellow vegetarian food that is covered with oil and seasoning, which tastes spicy and refreshing in the mouth.

Each flavor gives people a pure and simple feeling, stimulating the taste buds and increasing appetite.

"Come and try our homemade wine. It might be a little spicy, but it's a little cold outside. If you drink this, you won't feel cold when you catch the bus later."

It would be more accurate to say that Mr. Zhao was showing off his products rather than offering a warm welcome.

Li Ziqi had never tasted such good wine before, and he quickly praised it: "If this wine were brought to Qinzhong, only the Baiyi masters would be able to enjoy it."

"Not really, not really. When the time comes, I'll teach you a way to blend wine. Then you can make a fortune by shipping wine from me."

Mr. Zhao signaled to Zhao Erniu behind him to continue pouring wine for them.

The wine brewed with poorly selected beans and bean dregs, plus straw and other crops, could not be very delicious. He was not interested in drinking it. Zhao Sheng thought to himself that he had to get some benefits from them.

"Well, I heard your grapes are good. Next time you come, bring me some seedlings. I'll plant a few acres first, and then I'll have wine to drink."

"Hmm... wine is sour and not tasty. Your wine is better. It has a sweet taste."

Hearing the sweet smell, he thought of wolfberries again. "I heard that you have wolfberries there. In fact, you can also transport the dried wolfberries to me. You should know that my wine tastes better when soaked with wolfberries."

Then he pointed at the blueberries and said, "Soak these in wine for half a year, and the price of the wine will double in the future."

Li Ziqi guessed that what Zhao Sheng said was definitely not a simple "bubble" word, there must be other techniques. He planned to go back, but it was snowing heavily at this time, and he had to wait for a while before leaving.

He did not ask Zhao Sheng for advice immediately, but kept his thoughts to himself.

Now we have radish, but it was not delivered at the best time. The three trucks are basically filled with radish seedlings. Although they are large in size, they are not easy to survive.

The underground temperature in Zhao County is generally higher than that in other places. In winter, the underground temperature can reach as high as nine degrees, but the surface temperature is not so easy to control.

"Village head, this requires mobilizing the village's labor. In the future, when these things develop and the price drops, we won't sell them, nor will we buy them."

Zhao Sheng’s words were incomprehensible to the village chief and everyone present, but his words were very appealing in the village.

Everyone followed Zhao Sheng's method and dug trenches in the wasteland, making the length and width as Zhao Sheng said. After digging the trenches, they used salt-free soil mixed with the compound fertilizer prepared in autumn, put it into the trenches, and planted the water spinach seedlings.

The village chief of Zhaojia Village also came. He was entrusted by Zhao Changsheng. Seeing the people of Shigang Village working, he also wanted to know the reason.

"We are all from the same ancestral hall. I will tell you what to do. You will survive next year, and the year after that we will have a good harvest. Every pound of radish will give you one ounce of white frost sugar."

Mr. Zhao drew a very round and big pie, but he didn’t know whether it was real or not. He decided to just do it anyway. What if he succeeded?