"That is... to build a factory that can make these herbs into medicines." Su Miaomiao explained in a language that Wang Hongjie could understand.
For Wang Hongjie, the harvest from the medicinal field had completely broken his cognition, but for Su Miaomiao, this was far from enough.
These medicinal herbs were cultivated by her personally. Instead of giving them to other pharmaceutical factories, it is better to produce them by herself.
"A...a pharmaceutical factory? This...this is impossible." Wang Hongjie's pupils dilated.
How can medicine be made by farmers like these who can barely read a few words?
"Uncle Wang, there is nothing impossible in this world. You probably never thought that we could grow medicinal herbs and sell them for so much money." Su Miaomiao looked at him with a smile.
"But there's a big difference between running a pharmaceutical factory and growing medicinal herbs." Wang Hongjie didn't distrust Su Miaomiao, but he didn't quite trust their village.
If this were somewhere else, Su Miaomiao would definitely be able to do whatever she wanted without any worries, but after all, they were the ones who trapped her.
"It's indeed a big difference, so we have to actively seek help from the outside world." Su Miaomiao gave Wang Hongjie a meaningful smile.
"Who can I ask for help?" Wang Hongjie wondered.
"Uncle Wang, when will the team deliver the grain?" Su Miaomiao did not directly answer Wang Hongjie's question. Instead, she asked a question that was completely unrelated to what they were talking about now.
"It should be soon. There will probably be news in the next two days." Although Wang Hongjie didn't quite understand why Su Miaomiao suddenly talked about grain delivery, he still answered truthfully.
"How do you plan to pay?" Su Miaomiao asked.
"I think paying the money directly might be a bit too high-profile, so I plan to exchange it for some food and hand it over later." Wang Hongjie said.
"No, just pay the money directly, and the more high-profile the better." Su Miaomiao said firmly.
"Ah? Do we have to be high-profile? What if people from other villages get to know the situation in our village and come to destroy our medicinal fields out of jealousy?" Wang Hongjie still had the trauma of the last time.
Although the patrol team in their village is now well-trained under Tang Jianguo's training, he is still not reassured.
"It's okay. When the time comes, we just need to strengthen patrols and send people to keep an eye on the entrances to each village and everything will be fine." Su Miaomiao was extremely calm.
Seeing her like this, Wang Hongjie thought for a moment and finally agreed.
"Okay, then I'll do as you say!" Su Miaomiao is not a vain person, she must have her reasons for doing this.
"Yeah." Su Miaomiao nodded, and when Wang Hongcun was about to leave, she added, "Remember to be as high-profile as possible. If you are not good at being high-profile, then pick a few lively young people in the village to go with you."
"Okay!" Wang Hongjie nodded heavily.
"Then I'll go first." Wang Hongjie said.
"Um."
After Wang Hongjie left, Su Miaomiao went back to the kitchen, drank the remaining millet porridge, washed the dishes, and then went to the medicine field.
It has only been ten days since I last saw him, and the situation in the medicinal field has changed a lot. The place where Isatis root was previously planted has been vacated.
Now that it is late autumn, Su Miaomiao thinks that these vacant lands cannot be wasted and they have to be planted. Anyway, the village has money in the account and can afford to build a greenhouse.
She has to think carefully about what to plant, not only considering the benefits, but also her subsequent plans to build a pharmaceutical factory.
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