The villagers pick mushrooms, peel water chestnuts, plant potatoes and kudzu, raise rabbits and livestock... Although they are busy and tired, their lives are visibly getting better. On the other hand, their own family has always been the worst off in the village.
In fact, as one of the earliest families to settle in Shanshui Village, the Zhang family had received a lot of farmland and forests. The amount passed down to the father and uncle was also considerable. However, the two brothers, one a gambler and the other lazy, squandered their family fortune to the point of almost losing it all.
No, my uncle had squandered all his possessions, but my aunt and cousins worked hard and gradually earned them back, even making a better living than when my uncle was alive!
The villagers used to say that the old woman had bad luck, that her husband died young. But a few days ago, he overheard them saying that she was lucky to have lost her husband; otherwise, if her uncle were still alive, they probably wouldn't have kept all their possessions...
His father has always been lazy, and the family has already started selling off their land. It's easy to imagine that things will only get worse from here on out.
He can't rely on his parents; he has to depend on himself. Just like someone without an umbrella running faster in the rain, someone whose parents are unreliable has no choice but to work harder and harder...
Apart from the back gate of the village, Zhao Lan, Li Tiantian, and the others saw that the nearest mountain was full of people.
This is Zhao Lan's hilltop. Judging from the number of people, most of the villagers are here. I guess it's because it's the first day and everyone is unfamiliar with the place, so they've all gathered on the old village chief's hilltop to exchange experiences.
The rest of the people followed them up the mountain.
On the mountain, Fan Xiaoliu shouted exaggeratedly, "Come quick, come quick! I found one, come and see if this is it?"
"Where is it?" Li Wen grabbed his hoe and ran over quickly.
Other men followed closely behind, carrying full bamboo baskets.
The old village chief and other elders, including Grandpa Fan, who were also of similar age, lagged behind. They weren't in a hurry, and slowly walked along, summarizing as they went: "The yield of kudzu is really good. You don't need to do anything after you sow the seeds, and they can grow so well."
The longest is nearly a meter long, and the shortest is about the length of an arm. The thinnest part is about the size of a wrist, while the thickest part is as fat as a calf. I really didn't expect that.
“I originally thought that wild-grown things were about as thin as tree roots.” Master Fan’s eyes were also full of the joy of a bountiful harvest.
This food is amazing! It grows so well even without any care in the mountains and forests. They have a lot of mountains and forests here, so we can put them all to good use in the future!
"I heard from Xiao Ding that these vines can be propagated by cuttings? We can't waste them. With these, the people in our village won't go hungry anymore." Old Man Xu's eyes lit up as he looked at the vines under the trees, as if they were treasures.
In fact, this is their treasure! Their most important treasure.
Hearing his father speak, Xu Laosan turned around and excitedly interjected, "It's not just that you won't go hungry, Brother Ding also said it's a medicinal herb! It can quench thirst, and it can treat measles, dysentery, diarrhea, and dizziness! Dad, it's really a treasure!"
The villagers have a deep respect for medicinal herbs, especially since this particular herb can also fill their stomachs.
According to the magistrate of the prefectural city, does it belong to... what kind of medicinal cuisine?
Li Wu was in charge of carrying the other side of the bamboo basket. Hearing what Xu Laosan said, he was afraid that the old man would have the idea of selling it for money, so he quickly put out the fire: "Brother Ding also said that kudzu is too easy to grow. If there is one plant on a mountain, it will grow all over the mountain in a few years. Moreover, the yield is large, so it is not worth much. Herbal medicine shops buy it, but they buy little and the price is not high. They don't want to dig it up because they think it is too much manpower."
The hopes that had risen between Old Man Xu and Master Fan vanished without a trace.
The old village chief didn't give up too soon. He instructed his son, "Take some with you when you go to the prefectural city next time. Find a pharmacy and ask if they will buy it and what their purchase price will be. That way, we'll have a better idea of what to expect."
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