To resolve the issue of stealing credit, we need to act quickly to avoid any unforeseen complications.
Just as the bigger the wave, the more expensive the fish, the bigger the noise, the safer you are.
It now seems that no matter what Zhang Juntou does, Jiang Zhi will not lose the first credit.
Xiang Dejin has already sent the handyman to find Qinggangzi.
You don't need to go up the mountain; it's available in the refugee shacks. Although this stuff is bitter, astringent, and slightly poisonous, eating a little bit can still fill your stomach.
All the wounded soldiers and laborers gathered around, wanting to see how to prove that the green fruit was edible.
Zhang Juntou's anger subsided, and he wanted to see what the secret was.
According to previous statements, the oak seeds need to be soaked repeatedly for ten days, but now we need to verify that...
To see results faster, you can boil it in water.
Jiang Zhi had someone smash the hard shells of a basket of oak fruits, pour them into a large pot in the medical tent, add water, and boil them. Once the water boiled and the fruit changed color, they were taken out and the water was changed to boil them again.
Repeat the process of boiling the food over and over again, changing the water each time, until it is no longer bitter to eat.
Two hours had passed.
Not only were all the villagers concerned about this matter, but even the hundreds of refugees gathered outside the village knew about it and waited outside the village wall, eager to know the final outcome.
Everyone was anxious and hopeful. If there really was a way to detoxify and turn the oak seeds into food that could fill their stomachs, then the shadow of death hanging over everyone would be dispelled.
Every mountain has oak forests, and every household has oak trees in front of and behind their houses. Now is the time when oak berries are ripe, which means that the mountain god is delivering food...
When the medical tent delivered a pot of steaming hot oak berries, still covered in their hard shells, to the refugees, the people outside erupted in excitement.
Everyone stepped forward, grabbed a handful, and savored it carefully.
Boiled oak seeds may not taste particularly delicious, but for these refugees, they were a delicacy.
“When you get back, remember to add more water and boil it several times… four times…” the soldier shouted as he escorted Qinggangzi out.
His voice was completely inaudible in the noisy crowd.
The refugees, who couldn't even get close to the edge of the shelter, anxiously asked, "Is it tasty? How many times should it be cooked?"
Someone answered, "Yes, you can eat it, even if you boil it ten times!"
The word spread far and wide: "It's delicious! Boil it in a big pot eighteen times, then add salt!"
Well, cooking more won't hurt, but if you don't cook it, you need to soak it. The last thing I heard is that you should soak it for a month.
Fortunately, Jiang Zhi didn't hear this, otherwise she would have suspected that the refugees ended up eating small oak saplings.
The refugees who tasted the fruit went crazy and immediately ran to the nearby oak forest to pick up the fruit.
The oak forest here couldn't withstand the picking by hundreds of people, and soon the refugees started fighting over the oak berries.
Some people started packing their things, thinking that if they could find a secluded spot in the mountains, they could have a good meal that day.
As a result, more and more refugees hurriedly dispersed.
The situation in Xujia Village was quite different.
Outside Zhang Juntou's office, a group of wounded soldiers squatted or stood not far away, each of them peering into the room and eavesdropping.
In the office, Jiang Zhi sat calmly, even somewhat woodenly, while opposite her was the agitated Zhang Juntou: "Jiang, you're playing me today! We agreed this matter wouldn't be publicized, so why...why did you tell those people?"
Jiang Zhi looked up, puzzled. "Those people...aren't they your men, Squad Leader Zhang? Can't we even say?"
Zhang Jun was furious: "They can't say anything! Even a fool knows this, the fewer people who know, the better!"
Jiang Zhi looked annoyed: "You didn't explain it clearly. I'm just a country woman, I don't understand!"
"Sigh! I don't understand, I don't understand! Long hair, short brains, it's infuriating!"
Looking at this stubborn country woman, Zhang Jun was so angry he spun around in circles, heartbroken that his prize had slipped away.
Being thanked a few times is worthless; real money is what I cherish most.
Jiang Zhi pursed her lips, concealing a slight smile: With Xiaoman and Errui staying here for a few days, building good relationships with the wounded soldiers and laborers, and with Xiang Dejin spreading the word, the results were unexpectedly good.
Now, the medical shed has a total of over a hundred wounded soldiers and laborers, plus the refugees from both inside and outside the area, all of whom know that the method of processing oak powder originated from the Jiang family.
Moreover, as the refugees outside the village spread the method, the reputation of the Xu family Jiang clan will also spread.
While others try every means to conceal themselves, Jiang Zhi insists on making a big splash and establishing her reputation.
There's no other reason than vanity; it's simply for survival and for development.
It is certainly dangerous for a child to carry gold in a bustling city, but it is even more dangerous to live in a humble alley where very few people know that you have gold.
Now that people are in a bustling city, everyone who sees it has a share, and everyone knows where the gold comes from, so the danger is naturally eliminated.
Moreover, she also had to consider whether Nie Fantian, having achieved great success, would take his anger out on her, his aunt, if he returned.
Although male protagonists in male-oriented novels generally don't exhibit such petty and narrow-minded behavior, there are still instances where they face backlash.
It's a pity, my face is too precious to get it rubbed.
Seeing that Zhang Juntou was still upset about losing all the gold, Jiang Zhi couldn't help but remind him, "Squad Leader Zhang, don't waste any more time here. You should hurry up and report to the county government."
"If there's an official commendation, and the government sends a formal letter to General Chu, the credit will still be yours, and it will be even more prestigious."
Zhang Juntou froze, then turned sharply to look at Jiang Zhi: "How do you know General Chu?"
Jiang Zhi was genuinely puzzled this time: "You all keep talking about General Chu, I'm not stupid or deaf, of course I know."
"Oh, wait, how do you know that if I report to the government first, and then the government reports to General Chu, I can get the credit?" Even Zhang Juntou himself was almost confused.
Jiang Zhi slapped her thigh and looked at him like he was an idiot: "Hey, I'm telling you, you're the idiot! Isn't this how everyone does it? Even country women know this!"
Seeing that Zhang Juntou was still in a daze, Jiang Zhi patiently explained: "If you want to marry someone's daughter, you can't just come to their door and say that you are good in every way, or you will be kicked out."
Generally, you first find a matchmaker, have them say a few words to you, and then have the matchmaker go to the woman's family to say a few more words on your behalf.
"If someone in your circle has status and is willing to curry favor with you, a single word from them can be worth ten of yours, naturally making your wishes come true. Isn't that the logic?"
Zhang Juntou was completely dumbfounded: "Does a country woman know these things?"
Jiang Zhi sighed, "Don't underestimate women. A few of us women can work together to make any family peaceful or chaotic, and can make any man divorce his wife. When it comes to the art of wreaking havoc, we're no less cunning than you men's strategists."
Zhang Juntou's eyes widened, and he dared not raise any further objections. After a moment of stunned silence, he finally said, "That gossipy woman deserves to die... So what do you plan to say at the county government office?"
Jiang Zhi smiled and said, "It's because Commander Zhang cares about the refugees and found out that I have a secret recipe among the people. He's willing to donate it to the government!"
Zhang Jun's brows relaxed. He thought for a moment and felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. This was the only way he could do it.
The two agreed to go to the county government office together the next day.
Zhang Juntou needs to prepare enough boiled green plums, and also some uncooked green plums in case the county magistrate wants to do it himself.
Jiang Zhi also went home to prepare a presentable outfit, as her current clothes were far too tattered.
Outside the office, seeing his mother come out smiling, Xu Errui, who had been waiting anxiously, quickly went to greet her: "Mother, is it settled? Can we go home now?"
Xiaoman was also there. Seeing that Aunt Jiang seemed unaffected, she immediately beamed with joy: "Auntie, let's go together!"
Jiang Zhi said, "Okay, let's go home!"
Standing on the high cliff, looking down at the swirling mist and feeling the cool mountain breeze, Jiang Zhi thought about the new life that was about to begin, and how she could be as powerful as a man. She couldn't help but hum a song: Life is so short, what's the rush! Let's drink until we're drunk, with that beauty in the east and the Yellow River in the west!
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