Ling Jiheng took Chang Wan and several others up the mountain. They first went to the river and taught them how to catch crabs. Then they went to a place where there were yams and told them that the yams were edible.

How to say it, he is not a saint, but he is not so cold-hearted as to put himself in a high position.

It's just a matter of words, I'll help if I can. Maybe next year Qingshan Village will plant yams again, and then we can rely on them to open up the market.

Chang Wan originally thought that he went up the mountain to hunt, but now he knows and his eyes have been opened.

Of course, they had a pretty good harvest. A dozen people hunted three pheasants, four rabbits, a wild boar, and some crabs and shrimps.

When Ling Jiheng went down the mountain in the afternoon, he was stopped by the villagers as soon as he reached the foot of the mountain.

The reason is that when they go home and try again, they find they can't get the matrix right. Either there's too much of this, or not enough of that. They feel like their brains have learned the ropes, but their hands just won't follow.

Ling Jiheng was speechless, because this really didn't have any technical difficulty. Maybe he took it too seriously and became too concerned.

But he didn't say anything. He followed the villagers to Song Lizheng's house and taught them step by step how to prepare the substrate.

Chang Wan saw this with a look of curiosity. He looked around and found that every household in Qingshan Village had a newly built shed, and he couldn't help but frown.

I asked a fellow villager, but he was very tight-lipped. Even though he was in uniform, I couldn't scare him.

Of course, it is also possible that the other person was too frightened and was trembling and unable to speak.

Until night fell, a group of people returned to the Ling family mansion. Chang Wan couldn't help but asked about Ling Jiheng.

"Well, it's used for growing mushrooms." He explained in one sentence and went to find Chi Xingyue without waiting for the other party to ask in detail.

I haven't seen him for a whole day and I miss him so much. I wonder if the little fairy misses him.

If she had to say, Chi Xingyue really didn't want to, she was busy.

Although the shed in Qingfengyuan has no doors or windows, the substrate in the flower beds has been prepared and is ready for planting.

Chi Xingyue put on a mask and covered her face with a scarf. She took out a small bag and gently sprinkled the Ganoderma lucidum spores on the substrate, then covered it with a layer of soil and sprayed it with some Lingquan water.

Chi Xingyue was very careful in his movements, as if he was afraid of wasting the spores. He worked slowly and took his time until mid-afternoon.

Then I washed my hands and continued to enter the space to complete the work that I had not completed in the morning.

Sweet and sour soft French fries, plus a slightly astringent happy water, Chi Xingyue dreamed of Grandpa Ken.

After eating and drinking, I came out of the space and was about to change clothes when I met Ling Jiheng who had just returned from outside.

The young man was filled with chills. He raised his hand to remove the lock from the door. He deliberately made a loud noise and knocked on the door: "Wife?"

Don't be too obvious in your implication!

Chi Xingyue straightened his clothes, opened the door latch, welcomed the person in, and closed the door.

Ling Jiheng smelled a familiar sweet fragrance, leaned forward and sniffed twice, but did not expose it.

Chi Xingyue smiled and locked the door again. She took out some corn, French fries, and roasted sweet potatoes from her space and sat down across from Ling Jiheng, watching him eat while she listened to him talk about what was happening outside.

"I wanted to go to the village tonight to plant the fungus, but they were hesitant and hadn't even prepared the culture medium. I was busy outside for two hours until they finished it before returning."

Chi Xingyue curled her lips. "Isn't this equivalent to us doing everything for us? What a loss! You guys are really stupid. If we don't do it ourselves, what will we do next year? Are we really only going to plant this season?"

She didn't believe that after the people of Qingshan Village tasted the sweetness, they would decisively give up this way of making money.

Even if you make the consequences sound very serious, there will always be people who prefer money to their lives.

But now, well, forget it, let's talk about it next year. If it really doesn't work, let them figure it out on their own. The Ling family can't teach them every year.

Ling Jiheng was probably really hungry. He finished half a corn, a plate of French fries, and two sweet potatoes in just a few minutes.

Chi Xingyue could even hear the sound of his intestines rumbling.

The two stayed in the room for a while before coming out to entertain the guests at Rongsiyuan.

After a few quick bites, they went to make tea. However, Chang Wanji and his companions were so full that they didn't hang around after the meal and went straight back to their rooms to rest.

The Ling family sat and chatted for a while, then went back to their rooms.

Chi Xingyue was in good condition today, reading as if nothing had happened.

There is a cabinet of professional books on mushroom cultivation in the space greenhouse. Even if she doesn't read all of them, she must understand some of them.

At least it can solve common problems.

It was late at night, and the two of them washed up and lay down on the bed.

Chi Xingyue said softly, "Husband, how about I accompany you to the capital?"

Ling Jiheng wanted it very much, but he was still worried about Chi Xingyue's health.

Chi Xingyue rubbed his stomach and felt that he would be able to move freely in two or three days. He smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, just wear something thicker and it will be fine."

Ling Jiheng was still hesitant, but finally agreed reluctantly after Chi Xingyue's constant persuasion.

After deciding, the two leaned against each other and chatted. Not long after, they fell asleep.

The next day, Lou Erliang came early in the morning to install doors and windows for the Ling family.

When I saw the flower beds in the Ling family's shed, I didn't say anything and just thought they were growing vegetables.

After completing the task efficiently, he went to help Cao Dashan.

Chang Wan had long been tempted by the green leafy vegetables growing in the main house, the side rooms, and on the folding flower racks, and felt that he had to report to Lord Yu.

Even though the Ling family had suffered a disaster, they were still knowledgeable and their ability to withstand disasters was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

After washing up, Chi Xingyue and Ling Jiheng brought the fungus strains to Song Lizheng.

The two even brought samples and let the villagers choose freely.

Song Lizheng's place was crowded with people for several days in a row, and Aunt Song was so disgusted that she almost drove people away.

There is only no ancestral hall or something in the village, otherwise, she would not allow so many people to come to her yard.

Chi Xingyue took out two mushrooms from the backpack and said: "This is what the mushrooms I brought today look like when they were harvested. The ones that look like big leaves are called oyster mushrooms, and the ones that look like small umbrellas are called shiitake mushrooms.

They are all very delicious and high-yielding. You can choose which one to plant at home."

Once asked to make a choice, they become conflicted, fearing that they will suffer a loss if they make the wrong choice.

Chi Xingyue explained: "Their growth cycles are similar, and their yields are comparable. When we at the Ling family sell them, we will also set a unified price.

The reason we asked everyone to grow two different types of mushrooms is to give customers more choices.”

After her explanation, everyone chose what they liked. There were more oyster mushrooms and fewer shiitake mushrooms because the former were larger.

Chi Xingyue took out the ready-made mycelium from the space and buried it in the substrate prepared by the villagers using special tools.

He even thoughtfully dropped a few drops of spiritual spring water next to it.

Ling Jiheng was on the side, explaining the maintenance requirements, such as keeping the temperature at a level where even without a cotton-padded jacket it wouldn't feel cold, and ventilating the mushroom house regularly.

"See? This is a mask on my face. When you go in and out of the mushroom house, you must take precautions, otherwise you will get sick."