After overhearing that Wu Mancang had secured another high-value commodity, Liu Ming immediately relayed the news to Xu Zhenting.
Tell him to keep an eye on things in the village, especially to figure out how to harvest the raspberries.
I went to the store intending to pretend nothing was wrong and just listen in.
As it turned out, Wu Fengshou had been wary of him ever since the Songren incident, and sure enough, he couldn't fool him.
The henchmen were still racking their brains trying to figure out what to do.
However, Xu Zhenting already had his own ideas.
"It's alright, we'll just keep an eye on them. Anyway, we'll stay in the village and keep watch. No matter how much they try to protect us, we'll eventually see what they're up to."
He's not stupid.
With the weather so bad now, even the hardy pine trees have been frozen bare, he doesn't believe that wild mountain fruits like raspberries can grow in winter.
Therefore, if anyone in the village wants to cultivate raspberries, they will most likely have to do it in their homes, which are slightly warmer.
Then you don't need to worry about not being able to see it.
...
The next day at noon, Xu Zhenting finally woke up leisurely, got up, washed up, and rode his motorcycle around the village.
He spotted many villagers traveling together to and from Old Bald Mountain from a great distance.
The villagers returning from the old bald mountain all carried bamboo baskets filled with brown tree branches.
Upon seeing this, he basically understood that they wanted to bring raspberry trees from the mountains to plant at home.
Given this, Xu Zhenting, who was not anxious to begin with, became even more relaxed.
Lin Mo, who wanted to travel far away, was delayed by the village for a few days. Raspberry cuttings were being propagated for the first time in the village, and no one really knew how to do it.
He could only stay at home because the villagers kept coming to his house to ask him all sorts of questions.
Some people asked if it would be okay to wrap the ends of a branch with two bags of soil for propagation, while others asked whether to use black soil or clay.
Is this never going to end?
The village chief also took his son, Wu Ji, into the mountains.
I never really paid attention to what grew in the mountains before, but now I was heading into the mountains with a goal in mind, and on the way there I wondered if it would be so hard to find.
After all, I had never paid attention to it before, and I don't recall ever seeing a tree like this before.
But once they got to the mountains, their suspicions quickly dissipated.
In the harsh, cold mountains, various trees grow tenaciously. Even though most of them have been frozen bare, there are still a few that retain some green.
Unless it snows again, the branches will be buried in snow.
"Dad, there's a patch of land here."
Wu Ji quickly found a raspberry tree that matched the description. He bent down and looked closely, confirming that he had found it so easily.
The village chief, holding a large pair of scissors, put down his basket and started sniping away.
"It only takes half a meter to stab it; you straighten it and I'll cut it."
He kept pigs in his yard, and in a side room, he built ten layers of wooden cages to raise rabbits.
If we clear out some land in the yard, we should be able to make room for another acre, and another acre behind the house.
With this limited land, we should be able to propagate about two hundred cuttings.
Hurry up and get the seedlings propagated, so that I can see the results. Maybe I can help our village.
For example, could we increase the scale of land use?
Wu Fengshou and Lin Mo had been busy for several days, making it difficult for them to even leave their own homes, let alone travel far.
Not only did villagers keep coming to his door to ask, but even the village chief brought the tree branches he had cut back to him.
He wanted Lin Mo to work with him on these two hundred seedlings until they all survived.
After all, this cutting propagation method was just something Lin Mo talked about; he hadn't actually seen it with his own eyes to see if it really worked.
If that doesn't work, then grab him right now and he'll give us an explanation immediately.
...
Wu Mancang, who felt like going to work was like being tortured, finally made it to Sunday again.
Taking advantage of his day off, and since it wasn't snowing, he rode his old bicycle from the county to Laoshu Village.
I was worried the whole time about how things were going with the raspberries, wondering if anything unexpected would happen.
In the dead of winter.
His past farming experience told him that nothing could be grown in the winter in Northeast China, and people could only stay on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Is this truly the best time to plant raspberries?
Unless you see it with your own eyes, it's hard to believe that even someone with a secure job has farmed before when they were a child.
I arrived at my brother's house with trepidation, but after knocking on the door for a long time, there was no response from inside.
What's going on? Could it be that they couldn't get a result and are too embarrassed to even see us?
Don't be like that.
The more Wu Mancang speculated, the more anxious he became, and he rode his bicycle around the village.
Arriving at the large store, I parked the car and walked around inside. It was surprisingly warm inside, and they even had the TV on.
However, the people watching TV here are mostly teenagers, about twenty or thirty at a glance.
The adults have disappeared.
As I left the store and arrived outside Lin Mo's yard, by sheer coincidence, I spotted my younger brother in the yard.
My younger brother was squatting with Lin Mo by the wall, facing the earthen wall, looking at something.
"Fengshou is looking for you everywhere," Wu Mancang said wearily and resentfully.
"What's going on?"
Hearing the noise, Wu Fengshou turned around and, upon seeing his older brother, his blank expression was immediately replaced by a shy smile.
"Hey bro's here, hehe."
This was Wu Mancang's first time visiting Lin Mo's house. He had met Lin Mo once before in the county, but hadn't been able to say hello.
Because he was Wu Fengshou's connection, how could he possibly let Lin Mo have the opportunity to get close to him?
Then he can't leave any oil residue on the pork after handling it.
"Did you fail? Look at your face." My brother's smile was like that of a child who had done something wrong, so embarrassed.
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