After dinner, Qingshan used the excuse of catching up on sleep and returned to his room with Yin'er.
The remaining roots and whole plants of wild ginseng are piled on the ground. With the nourishment of the spiritual energy of the space, these ginsengs are more juicy than when they were planted in the ground.
Yin'er sniffed the pile of broken and damaged ginseng and asked Qingshan, "Master, can these broken ginseng still survive?"
Qingshan picked up a stump with only a ginseng stem left. It was a typical wild ginseng stem with many bud marks and stem bowls. It was estimated to be more than three hundred years old.
"That should be possible, Silver Ear, go get some water!"
"Okay!"
Yin'er held the small bucket in his mouth, scooped a full bucket from the Lingtan Pond, and ran back with light steps.
Qingshan threw all the ginseng stems and other badly damaged ginseng into the pond to soak, and then planted the intact wild ginseng plants in the medicine garden, along with the white fungus.
When Qingshan was digging ginseng in the cave, she could just think about it and it would enter the space, without even breaking the thinnest roots. But now she had to plant the whole ginseng in the soil, and there was no chance of laziness.
The root system of wild ginseng that is hundreds of years old is astonishingly developed, with many capillaries thinner than hair, entangled together, and a large piece can be pulled off with a little force.
Qingshan, with his butt sticking out, carefully straightened the roots of a wild ginseng, gently gathered them together, and placed them in the pit, filling it with soil. Qingshan felt more nervous than a bomb disposal expert, and he couldn't help but regret why he was so greedy, digging up more than a hundred ginseng roots. He was really exhausted!
Yin'er couldn't help with such delicate work. After helping Qingshan dig more than a hundred pits, he went to Lingtan to pick up lotus roots to eat.
Qingshan worked hard for two days and finally planted more than a hundred complete wild ginsengs. He felt like his waist was about to break.
"Hey, Silver Ear, come and help me!"
Qingshan had been squatting for too long and her legs had lost feeling. Yin'er quickly threw down the fifth lotus root, ran over, and used her big head to support Qingshan's waist to help her stand up.
"Master, there's still some ginseng in the bucket that hasn't been planted yet!"
After hearing what Yin'er said, Qingshan almost staggered: Yes, there are still dozens of them soaking in the bucket, I feel so sad!
"Hey, let's go and take a look!"
Qingshan walked back with Yin'er, and saw from afar that many palm-shaped compound leaves had grown in the bucket, so lush and green that the bucket was almost turning into a flower pot.
When they got closer, Qingshan pushed aside the dense ginseng leaves and looked into the bucket. The Lingtan water had disappeared, and there were dozens of whole ginsengs in the bucket. However, they were very small, only the length of a finger. Perhaps they had absorbed too much Lingtan water, so they were all white and tender, and the lines on the ginseng skin had swelled.
Qingshan picked up a miniature ginseng at random, looked at it over and over again, and then put it under his nose to smell it. Although this ginseng is small and has few ginseng roots, its age has not changed and it is still over a hundred years old.
It seems that as long as there are enough roots, stems and leaves, they can be restored to a viable state. Lingtan water has a really strong ability to regenerate plants.
The hard-working classmate Qingshan started a new round of work with a mixed feeling of joy and melancholy.
Qingshan gritted his teeth and planted the remaining ginseng. He was so tired that he collapsed to the ground and only recovered after eating two tomatoes.
Looking at the half-acre of land planted with century-old wild ginseng, Qingshan's heart was filled with joy! When he opened a clinic in the future, he would pick a few century-old ginseng and plant them in pots, and place them in the lobby as green plants, so that the patients who came to see the clinic could see the strength of Qingshan Clinic!
That night, Qingshan slept very soundly. She had traveled thousands of miles to save people during the day, and worked in the space at night. How could she not be tired? Who isn't a little princess?
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