Chapter 155 The second year of the apocalypse begins

"Jingshu, the medicine you gave me last time was really good. It was even better than expected. The patient has recovered. I wanted to ask if you have any other herbs? Also, where did you get these medicines from?"

Any medicine that has been nourished by spiritual springs is called a spiritual medicine. How can it not be effective?

No matter where a hero comes from, we are still good friends.

Jingshu scratched her head vigorously. "Do you know why my grandma lived to be 80 years old?"

Sumali then asked, "Because I took the antidote you gave me?"

"Because she never asks about my affairs."

Su Mali: "So that's how it is. My grandma is still so energetic at 90 because she worries about me every day."

Jingshu: “…” There’s no way to chat anymore.

"So where do you get your medicine from? I'm asking for someone else."

Jingshu touched her chin. She knew that once this Chinese medicine was leaked, it would definitely attract all kinds of inquiries. However, she also needed to find a clear way out to pave the way for the Chinese medicine that would appear in the future.

“I grew it myself.”

"How did you grow it?"

"Just sow the seeds, water them, and they'll grow."

“…”

Meanwhile, at a sanatorium in Wucheng, a rather elegant middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stared at a message on his phone and muttered, "Grown it yourself? Even with lights and air conditioning, you can't simulate the climate in these conditions. The key is good quality."

It is normal to grow medicinal herbs that are crooked or cracked.

A middle-aged man with a calm and stern face sneered disdainfully. He checked the transaction records of recent years and found no record of medicinal herbs. There was a record of purchasing seeds a year ago. Maybe he really grew them himself, but the other party had a secret and didn't tell him.

Just as the man stretched out his hand, the old man behind him handed him a cup of milk coffee at the right time.

Another bald, one-eyed man flexed his muscular muscles. He read a message on the phone of the man with gold-rimmed glasses while video chatting with another old man on his phone. "That girl said she planted it herself. She just sprinkled the seeds and watered it, and it grew on its own."

Then a voice came from the video: "Bullshit! Bullshit! If she can grow it like this, won't we, the medical family, be eating dog shit this year?"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses gently pushed his eye sockets. "Oh? But Old Su said that the potency of our medicine is much stronger than those on the market. Look, you guys didn't have a cure for the poison, and you even went to other places to find an antidote, but this little girl's medicine solved it."

The old man in the video blushed and said, "I don't believe that such high-quality medicinal herbs can be grown in the environment at home, unless you take a picture of it for me."

The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses conveyed his meaning with a smile. On the other side, Su Mali was drinking Wangzai milk while biting a straw, and looking at a human nature test on her iPad: People who like to bite straws when drinking beverages have extremely strong desires.

Su Mali looked at the straw that she had bitten flat and was about to break into pieces, and she couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and began to imagine some scenes in her mind...

On the other side, Jingshu frowned at the message sent by Su Mali.

She felt that Sumali was particularly curious and had too many things to do today, so she pretended not to reply. But not long after, Sumali suggested that she would exchange a branch of honeysuckle for a can of compressed natural gas.

"Well, this planting thing will eventually have to go away. I'm not doing this for a tank of gas."

Jingshu transplanted the honeysuckle into the flowerpot, and after thinking about it, she also transplanted the astragalus. She took a photo of them and sent it over.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses shook his head and showed it to the old man in the video, who was then heard breathing heavily:

"This is just squandering natural resources! Forget about honeysuckle, but if Astragalus can survive like this, I'll let you eat shit live! No, I'm going back right now. I want to see with my own eyes what tricks that person is playing!"

The old man obviously doubted his life, and now someone suddenly came out and told him that 1+1 can = 5. I don’t know if he is crazy or the world is crazy.

Su Mali: "Someone said that Huangqi can live like this and eat shit live for us. He rushed over from Guangdong and said he wanted to see it with his own eyes. Huangqi must be well taken care of.

Please don’t die.”

Jingshu: “???”

What happened? Wait...

Could it be that the big boss who knows the business has come? Jingshu was a little excited. This is exactly the effect she wanted.

The more she grew better medicinal herbs using this unprofessional behavior, the more she appeared to be an expert. She grew medicinal herbs herself but just didn't want to make them public, so everyone thought she was deliberately hiding her skills and being mysterious.

This is the opposite of the Thirty-Six Stratagems.

There was no further news about Su Mali, and Jing Shu was not in a hurry. She had to be cautious with the medicinal materials because they were more precious than food. Exposing a few would allow the boss to see the value of the cultivation, but exposing too much would stimulate people's greed.

Don't expose things that people who are much stronger than you want to get, as this will make people covet them.

…

In the blink of an eye, it was mid-December of 2023. During the month when everyone was enjoying the most peaceful and gentle apocalypse, with no insects to eat and no shortage of water to drink, Jingshu finally completed all the necessary renovations to the villa:

The villa's V-shaped plastic waterproof umbrella perfectly covers the villa. It has a wiper switch on it, inclined pipes at the four corners and four large water collecting tanks. There are drain outlets and additional water diversion channels under the water collecting tanks to divert water to the back mountain.

The RV garage was built on the open space behind the villa, and was now covered with a large waterproof umbrella.

The coal house outside the villa, which was added in March, has also been enclosed for protection.

Jingshu had placed small packets of quicklime made into desiccant in every corner, and the dehumidifiers, dryers, wall-mounted boilers, etc. were all in place.

The fish and shrimps in the pond were overflowing again. Jingshu took advantage of the last high temperature to dry a large number of shrimps, salted fish, and various seafood and stored them in the basement. There were also overflowing crayfish. Jingshu made a full 1 cubic meter of spicy crayfish and prepared it as a midnight snack.

There were so many chickens, ducks, rabbits and pigs in the space. Jingshu slaughtered a batch of them and made them into various dried goods and bacon, which she stored in the space as snacks for herself in the coming year. She would not take them out.

The last batch of vegetables and fruits were dried and made into various dried foods and placed in the space as reserve food.

The poultry feed was sorted out, and the vegetable leaves, weeds, vegetable roots, etc. in the space during this period were mixed with dried shrimp, orange peels, and garlic. They were not only nutritious but also durable and were stored in the space.

The chicken manure that has been stored for a long time is also dried and evaporated, and mixed with other feed to make black pig feed. These poultry will not have to worry about food for a long time to come.

Fish feed is even simpler. Don’t throw away the leftover bones or chicken intestines and offal from killing poultry. Coat them in egg liquid and throw them in the fish and shrimp, and let them perform a carp leaping over the dragon gate for you.

The extremely high temperature was decreasing day by day without anyone noticing, and in the blink of an eye it dropped to 4. Just when everyone was breathing a sigh of relief and cheering for the end of the apocalypse, the second year of the apocalypse began.

When the water level in the villa's water tank reached a low point, the first heavy rain finally fell as expected, moistening the dry land.