NCCnovel Chapter 89 Could it be Ganoderma lucidum?
Chapter 89 Could it be Ganoderma lucidum?
Fei Hu swallowed the cake in his mouth and explained to Song Jiaojiao, "On the surface, the red soil is more advanced than the yellow soil."
Song Jiaojiao: You said something pointless...
"The main difference is the reduction in time. The loess soil takes five times longer than the outside, while the red soil takes ten times longer. This means that a product that takes a month to mature outside can mature in just three days on the red soil."
With this explanation, Song Jiaojiao understood.
Looking at the half-acre of red soil in front of her, Song Jiaojiao first moved the ginseng, he shou wu and other medicinal herbs that were buried in the black soil over. Ginseng takes more than four months to grow in the black soil, but it can grow for ten years in a year in the red soil. A hundred-year-old ginseng is not a dream.
Song Jiaojiao decided to use the red soil area to grow medicinal herbs first.
Song Jiaojiao took out the medicinal herbs that Manager Liu had brought back but hadn't finished planting. She first scattered the sesame-like seeds on them. There were five or six kinds of these sesame-like seeds, and apart from the slight difference in color, it was really hard to tell the difference.
After planting the garlic, she also planted the garlic-shaped seeds, which looked like saffron. In her previous life, Song Jiaojiao had bought these seeds online and grown them at home. The flowers that grew were purple and very beautiful. Song Jiaojiao had always grown them as ornamental plants.
Logically speaking, safflower was a precious medicinal material in this dynasty, so why didn't the space change?
It seems that upgrading will only get harder and harder. Song Jiaojiao planted all the medicinal seeds she had obtained, leaving only the last packet of powder.
Powder? Could it be roe deer?
Indeed, many fungi are important medicinal materials; their deep red color is somewhat similar to Ganoderma lucidum.
Never mind, we'll just plant them and see.
Song Jiaojiao was kicked out as soon as she planted the plant, still bent over as she left.
I don't know if the previous ones were full, or if this last one was really good.
"Host. This upgrade will take two hours. Please wait patiently."
Who knows what big changes might occur in two hours?
After a busy afternoon in the space, the sun was almost setting outside. All the medicinal herbs had been planted and were just waiting to mature so they could be taken to Manager Liu to ask what they were.
By the way, the processing workshop needs to be built. Summer has already begun, and in a little over a month, the villagers will be busy, and it will be difficult to find manpower then.
The next day, after breakfast, Song Jiaojiao went to the village chief to discuss building a workshop.
When they arrived at the village chief's house, Aunt Li was getting ready to go to work when she saw Song Jiaojiao coming over.
"Jiaojiao's here. Have you had breakfast yet?" Aunt Li said as she opened the courtyard gate.
"I've eaten, Auntie. I came to see Uncle Wang about something. Is Uncle Wang home?" Song Jiaojiao asked with a smile.
"Yes, you can go in now. Auntie has gone to work," Aunt Li replied loudly, and then left.
Once Song Jiaojiao got the answer, she went straight in. She had been there many times, and the two families were extremely familiar with each other.
Upon entering the main room, the village chief was sitting at the table, holding a pen in one hand and flipping through a notebook with the other, seemingly recording something.
"Uncle Wang, what are you doing?" Song Jiaojiao leaned closer to take a look and saw that it was full of the names of various villagers.
"Jiaojiao, sit down. Since we're not busy now, let me check on the villagers' situation this year. Recently, quite a few villagers from other families have come," the village chief said, putting down his pen and pointing to a stool beside him.
"This isn't a year of disaster, so why are there outsiders coming here?" This year looks like a year of good weather and abundant harvests, so why are there still outsiders coming?
"Hey, it's because you built a workshop, and with the purchase of sweet potatoes, word got around, and everyone thought it might be easier to get a job soon, so some people came."
The village chief thought that since Song Jiaojiao started selling sweet potato noodles, every household had income. This year, the villagers had more smiles on their faces, and even trivial matters had decreased compared to the past. To put it bluntly, it was all because of money.
Song Jiaojiao suddenly felt immense pressure. All she wanted was a better life, to be able to help the village, and for everyone to help each other. "This puts a lot of pressure on me!"
The village chief patted Song Jiaojiao on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Then Jiaojiao must work hard; you are the hope of the whole village."
Song Jiaojiao: ...I really do check the almanac before going out.
"Let's not talk about that for now. I'm here today to see Uncle Wang. I think it's not too busy right now, so I'd like to get the processing workshop, the workshop for processing medicinal herbs, built first. Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll have to wait until after the harvest season."
The village chief thought it made sense; all sorts of things would come up after the Grain in Ear solar term, and there would be practically no free time in the following months, so this time was actually a good one.
"Okay, let's build it on that remaining empty space?"
“Yes, this is the blueprint. This workshop needs to be much larger than the previous one. It not only needs a place to dry the herbs, but also a large room. The room should ideally be well-ventilated, with good air circulation from north to south. Some medicinal herbs cannot be sun-dried and can only be air-dried. We also need to make several stoves, arranged in a row to hold six pots. A drying room is also essential.” Song Jiaojiao pointed to the blueprint and explained carefully, afraid of missing any detail.
"This workshop is almost as big as the previous two," the village chief remarked.
"Yes, that's the most important thing. If possible, I'd like to develop our village into a specialized medicinal herb cultivation village. So it's best to make this workshop a bit bigger. Uncle Wang, do you think my land is big enough? If not, I'll buy some more." Grain is important, but medicinal herbs are equally important. Who knows when war might break out?
"I think it should be about right. If you still want to buy it, it's not available there anymore. You'll have to go somewhere else, since they're not connected."
"It's fine if we don't have everyone together, but we're short-handed right now and there's no one to keep an eye on things." Song Jiaojiao wondered if she should buy a few more people. She felt more at ease using people who had signed life contracts. Although her upbringing made her dislike slaves, she had to adapt to local customs. As long as she treated herself as the boss and didn't exploit her subordinates, it would be fine.
“No one’s home yet. People might think you’re a farmhand, but do you think I don’t know what’s going on?” The village chief glanced at Song Jiaojiao.
"Nothing can escape Uncle Wang's eyes. I was just trying to avoid trouble, and I really did treat them like farmhands," Song Jiaojiao muttered to herself.
The village chief thought so too. Farm laborers outside might not necessarily have the same treatment as Song Jiaojiao. People who sell themselves into slavery are those who have no other choice but to do so; they are all pitiful people.
"Alright, I need to find someone to arrange things, and I also need to order bricks and tiles. You can play by yourself, I'm busy." After saying that, the village chief left Song Jiaojiao in the yard and walked away.
You trust me so much, aren't you afraid I'll take all your valuables? Besides, I haven't even paid you yet.
Song Jiaojiao sighed. Oh well, let Aunt Li bring it back later. They rushed here so fast, and they haven't even discussed the price or the wages yet.
Having no other choice, Song Jiaojiao went to the sweet potato shop, gave the money to Aunt Li, and told her that meals would not be provided this time, but her wages would increase by five coins a day.
When Aunt Li saw the two large silver ingots in front of her, she had no choice but to go back first. She couldn't feel at ease carrying such a large amount of silver on her person.