Chen Chunhua was also thinking about whether she could grow mushrooms herself.
But she had never grown mushrooms before, and the little knowledge she knew was from watching TV in her previous life. Now she had to study how to grow mushrooms in the dark, which was really difficult.
Some of the mushrooms Liang Shengdi brought back had roots attached, while others were broken. Chen Chunhua had been specifically reminding her in the mornings to try to bring back the roots and some soil when picking mushrooms.
Although Liang Shengdi didn't know what Chen Chunhua was going to do, she still obediently brought back some, but not much, because most of the ones she picked grew on rotten trees or stumps.
Moving the rotten wood was not a job that an old lady like her could do with a 6-year-old child, so she could only bring back some soil from the edge of the rotten wood.
Chen Chunhua was not picky, she was just doing an experiment anyway.
He brought some rice husks over, which was considered as stealing food for the hens at home, and caused the second chicken to protest softly, but the protest failed.
I bought some corn flour, sprinkled some water on it and mixed it with the rice husks, then put it into several small clay pots.
Cut a few whole mushrooms into pieces with a knife, throw them into a clay pot, shake and mix them with rice husk powder, then use a few balls of cotton to block the mouth of the pot. Cotton is the best thing to allow ventilation and isolate pollution.
Although not much cotton was used, she still felt a little sorry for herself, as cotton is not cheap these days!
I stuffed these small clay pots under the bed and left them alone for the time being.
She didn't get much rest at noon or in the evening these two days. When it was her turn to sell vegetables, she would go out with a basket on her back. When it was Lin Guoqing's turn, she would stay at home sewing and mending.
Chen Chunhua specifically asked Lin Guoqing to ask Lin Fuqiang to get a urea bag from the brigade that had previously held millet. She cut up a large urea bag and sewed it into five or six smaller, long bags.
Then Liang Shengdi would bring back a little soil every day like an ant moving house, mix it with some sawdust, wheat bran, and straw ash, sprinkle it with water, and keep it for later use.
After ten days, remove the cotton from the clay pot. The fungus has turned into conidia. Pour it out and mix it with the soil prepared for mushroom cultivation. Then put it into a long bag and seal the bag.
Then drill a bunch of small holes on the side of the bag, and the preliminary work for growing mushrooms is basically completed.
In the past two days, Lin Guoqing has been tinkering with the chicken coop in the backyard. Chen Chunhua asked him to build a fully enclosed shed. It doesn't have to be very big, but at least there should be a row of shelves to store her mushroom bags.
Lin Guoqing felt that she was making a big deal out of nothing. It would be better to just put it in the corner of the main room. After all, mushrooms grow best in damp, dark places without light, and the last thing they had in their place was humidity.
In two months when the humidity returns, moss will grow in every corner. Will they lack your moisture?
A fully enclosed shed is not a shed at all. It has to be built with bricks and mud. The workload and investment cost are not small. Bricks cost three cents a piece in the town. How many vegetables do they have to sell to make a profit?
Chen Chunhua rolled her eyes at him.
"Why buy big blue bricks? You can just build the wall with a few small mud bricks, and then get some bamboo rafters, and cover the rafters with bamboo curtains. At most, you can spend some money on tiles. We don't live here, so we don't need to put the tiles too close together."
Tell him to talk less and work more, and build the shed for her first.
Lin Guoqing couldn't convince her, so they had to work overtime together. Putting aside the chicken coop expansion, he began to build the small house his wife had requested. The small house was built directly next to the main house they lived in, saving both effort and time on building a wall.
The hole on Chen Chunhua's mushroom bag has just been drilled and can be put in.
Lin Guoqing's family has been making all sorts of noises recently after work, and everyone living nearby has noticed it. Xu Youqing even asked about it during work during the day.
"Brother Guoqing, didn't you say before that you wanted to expand the chicken coop? Why do I see that you have built a new house?"
"What new house? That house is not for people to live in."
"Ah? It's not for people to live in?" Xu Youqing immediately thought of something wrong.
"Why are you suddenly building a special Buddhist temple? Be careful that it gets pushed down..."
The people along the southern coast have been superstitious since ancient times, especially the elderly. Those with a little money at home would even set aside a room to place statues of gods, and kowtow three times and nine times a day.
Of course, the situation was particularly serious in the first ten years. People were not allowed to do such things. Not to mention setting up a Buddhist altar at home, even the graves of their ancestors would have to be demolished. Everyone has become much more restrained.
As for why Xu Youqing had such crooked thoughts, it was because Liang Shengdi suddenly changed her personality recently and went out to work early and late every day.
Some people originally suspected that the Lin family was making some fortune outside. Those who did not work followed her there several times, and then they dug up a bunch of bamboo shoots and mushrooms together.
So the villagers spread the rumor that Lin Guoqing and his wife were probably secretly worshipping the Bodhisattva. Nowadays, not many people worshipped the Bodhisattva, so when they worshipped, the Bodhisattva heard it immediately and thought they were sincere, so he showed his power!
Lin Guoqing was speechless when he heard what Xu Youqing said.
In his family… it seems only his grandmother has ever seriously worshipped the Buddha. His mother was too lazy to do so, his father didn't have time, he and his sister didn't understand when they were little, and they can't do it anymore now that they're older. Same with Chen Chunhua. If you tell her to worship Buddha, she'll say, "A clay Buddha can't even save himself when crossing a river, so how could he care about you?"
"No, we're not building a Buddhist temple! Chunhua just said that there are so many children and things at home, and it looks too messy. It would be nice to have a small room to store hoes, chicken feed, etc., so we built it."
Xu Youqing touched his head and said, "Oh, so that's it."
Lin Guoqing looked at him confidently, his hands on his hips, "What else?"
Chunhua hadn't allowed anyone to tell him about their mushroom farming plans; not only him, but his mother and the children had all been told not to tell anyone about them. He'd made that up on the spot, but after thinking it over, he realized they should build another room.
His house was not big. Apart from the kitchen for cooking and the living room for dining and entertaining guests, there were only two rooms for sleeping. There were toilets for going to the bathroom. Every morning, Chen Chunhua or he had to carry two toilets to the village fertilizer pond to empty them.
The four children refused to go to their grandmother's room and squeezed into their own room. The floor and the bed were full of people sleeping. They had to be very careful when trying to get up in the middle of the night, otherwise they would step on someone and be in trouble.
My eldest daughter is already 8 years old. She can’t always be in the same room with her brothers. Just like Chen Chunhua said, children need their own independent space when they grow up.
Alas~ Lin Guoqing sighed, there are too many places that need money.
You still have to work hard to make money!
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