In later generations, Zhang Qiurui was a mediocre writer. At a certain point in his writing, he was a typical mediocre writer, not as good as the best but better than the worst. With the royalties in hand, he could feed the whole family with one person's food.
After traveling through time, Zhang Qiurui discovered that the movies, TV shows, and novels he watched in later generations were particularly clear in his mind, as if he had experienced them personally.
Therefore, it is not natural for her to start a writing sideline to make money. It is better to "copy" that novel now.
Scar literature, a literary phenomenon that dominated the literary world from the late 1970s to the early 1980s, began to decline in 1981.
Because the people of this era have experienced long-term turmoil and suffering, leaving indelible scars on their hearts, it is not only a review of past sufferings, but also a profound exploration of human nature, justice and hope.
Therefore, when "copying" the first novel, it must conform to the mainstream of the times.
But I am still too young. If I really write a novel and it is published, will my identity be exposed and cause a series of troubles?
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"Qiu Rui, I have already made the wooden troughs you asked me to build. According to the size of the kitchen, I made three and placed them on the left, right, and back of the kitchen.
"Go and take a look. Does it meet your requirements? They've also brought back a good handful of straw and piled it somewhere. They've also prepared a small bag of lime." When Zhang Qiurui returned that day, her third brother had already arrived and was standing in the kitchen, pointing to several wooden troughs.
"Very good, I'm very satisfied." Upon hearing this, Zhang Qiurui hurried forward to check. The wooden troughs were made according to his requirements, one two meters, two one and a half meters, and sixty centimeters high.
If the mushrooms are grown, the mushrooms harvested from the three wooden troughs will probably weigh about 7 to 8 kilograms.
"Aunt, what exactly do you want the wooden trough that your uncle made for you to use?" Mingqi, who came back behind Zhang Qiurui, asked curiously.
"Third brother, Mingqi, I won't hide it from you. I plan to use this wooden trough to grow mushrooms?" She would definitely not be able to hide the fact that she grew mushrooms from her third brother and Mingqi in the future. It would be better to tell them directly so that they could lend a hand and help when the time comes.
"Can't this mushroom only grow in the mountains? Can we grow it?" When Zhang Wenmin heard this, his first reaction was that it was impossible.
In 1975, there was no precedent for cultivating mushrooms in China. The first country to successfully cultivate Agaricus blazei indoors was Japan.
"I read a few books on agriculture and just tried to figure out if I could grow mushrooms.
So, earlier, I cut off the roots of the mushrooms I picked up and used them as seeds. Since I had nothing else to do, I decided to give it a try. "Zhang Qiurui had already prepared his words," he said.
"Do you need soil to grow mushrooms? How can you grow them without soil? I'll go get some soil for you." Seeing that his younger sister was so enthusiastic, Zhang Wenmin didn't want to discourage her and didn't say anything negative.
"Brother San, don't bother. I've seen mushrooms grow on wood before, so I'm just experimenting to see if they can grow in straw or a wooden trough. Don't bother mobilizing so many people.
I'll work with Mingqi from now on, but don't get your hopes up. If I do grow something, don't be too surprised." Zhang Qiurui gave them both a shot of prevention.
Afterwards, Zhang Qiurui and Zhang Mingqi got busy.
First, boil water in a pot and boil the rice straw in boiling water. The purpose of this is to sterilize it and prevent the pathogens or insect eggs hidden in the rice straw from affecting the growth of mushrooms.
Next, they take out the cooked straw, without draining the water, keep it wet, and sprinkle lime on it to mix it well. The purpose of this is to balance the pH.
After completing the preparations, Zhang Qiurui and Zhang Mingqi began to lay the processed straw into the wooden trough layer by layer, and gently compacted each layer with their hands to ensure that the straws were in close contact, but not too tight to affect air permeability.
She also specially sprinkled the roots of oyster mushrooms she had prepared between the straw layers, saying that if she wanted to grow mushrooms, she would have to rely on these seeds.
In fact, Zhang Qiurui had already ground the mushroom sticks in his backpack into powder and sprinkled them layer by layer on the straw.
The mushroom sticks are rich in mycelium. These tiny organisms will interact with nutrients such as cellulose in the straw in the coming days, gradually decomposing and converting them into nutrients needed for mushroom growth.
Zhang Qiurui knew that the meticulousness of this step was directly related to the yield and quality of the mushrooms. Therefore, she spread each layer very evenly, fearing that even the slightest mushroom would be missed.
After laying the straw and mushroom powder, Zhang Qiurui and Zhang Mingqi began to cover the last thin layer of straw. This layer of straw mainly plays the role of keeping warm and moisturizing, providing a good growth environment for the mycelium below.
Then, a layer of white film is placed over the jar to further lock in the temperature and humidity, ensuring a stable cultivation environment. Zhang Qiurui also carefully pokes several small holes in the film to allow for air circulation, preventing the mycelium from becoming too airtight and lacking oxygen.
"Aunt, can these mushrooms be grown?" After Zhang Qiurui finished these things, Zhang Mingqi asked with a strange look on her face.
This kind of mushroom cultivation completely overturned her previous understanding.
In the past, vegetables were not planted in the soil, but mushrooms can be planted directly on the straw. This made Zhang Mingqi feel very novel.
"You can see the effect after ten days, it will slowly grow after twenty days, and there will be a harvest in a month." She suspected that the mycelium on the mushroom sticks in the trading supermarket must be abundant and could grow mushrooms quickly, and the harvest could be ready in less than a month.
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“Something happened at your head teacher’s home, so I’ve been taking math classes instead of Chinese classes these days. I’ll give her the lessons after she comes back.
Students, open your math textbook to page 18...” The first class that morning was supposed to be Chinese, but instead, the math teacher, Mr. Wang Xing, stood at the podium with a serious expression. His eyes revealed a subtle worry, but more importantly, a focus and responsibility on teaching.
Although his words were brief, they were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in the classroom.
The students looked at each other, then took out math books from their backpacks, with a bit of curiosity and confusion in their actions. After all, such temporary adjustments are not common.
However, Zhang Qiurui noticed that the math teacher looked a little strange, and he intuitively felt that something big must have happened in the teacher's family.
Later, it became related to the first novel written by Zhang Qiurui.
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