The matter of the horse-faced skirt came to an end, and Chi Xingyue was too lazy to make clothes with the wool at home.
However, the collection should still be done. There must be a certain volume before it can be used to make money.
After cultivation, the sweet potato seedlings in the space are enough to cultivate hundreds of acres of land.
But it is not enough, it is far from enough. There are so many people in Qingshan Village and Yunrou County. How can a mere hundred acres be enough to feed them?
Ling Jiheng would go into the space every night to work hard. He used the spiritual spring water to stimulate the sprouts of sweet potatoes in the soil. It seemed like all the nutrients in the sweet potatoes had been drained out.
Chi Xingyue would occasionally help, but Ling Jiheng said that she didn't need to make trouble and that as a young girl, she should just rest.
"Everyone has their own life. Even if you have space, you are not obligated to save everyone. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
"Just like you said, this world has its own lucky girl. Cui Wan'er didn't do anything. You little cannon fodder, don't bother yourself."
Chi Xingyue thought it made sense. Every day when he entered the space, besides taking a walk to digest his food, he would listen to novels and cook delicious food.
She doesn't know how to make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall or Wensi Tofu, but she can still try egg tarts and toast.
There is also sushi. Although it is a traditional food for daily life, it was first made by Chi Xingyue in the Dayong Dynasty, so it is from the Dayong Dynasty.
He also asked Ling Jiheng to write it down in his notebook so that it could be left as historical material for future generations.
By the way, didn’t the Korean country steal the Dragon Boat Festival? She wrote that down too, and even wrote a little more, with sufficient evidence prepared so that the Koreans in this world of the book would never have the chance to plagiarize Chinese history again.
What else? Arabic numerals.
It was not invented by the Abrahams, but they were the first to use it, so they got the naming rights.
Then she can give it to the people of the Dayong Dynasty first. Can the names be changed to Chinese numbers?
Chi Xingyue thought it was a good idea and all that was left was to implement it.
However, the world is unstable, so we have to wait.
She was not in a hurry, so as to avoid being impersonated and having the credit taken away, which would make her upset.
As I was thinking, a batch of durian pizzas was already baked.
Chi Xingyue took out the pizza, made a few rolls of meat floss sushi, fried two steaks, and finally squeezed a pot of watermelon juice before calling Ling Jiheng over for a midnight snack.
After being busy for several hours, Ling Jiheng was tired and thirsty. He went back to the bathroom to take a shower and then came to the cafeteria.
Sitting at the dining table, I was quite curious about the Western food prepared by Chi Xingyue.
After taking two bites, my eyes lit up.
Unexpectedly, Chi Xingyue sighed and said, "There's not much beef in the kitchen. If you have time, go to the fields and kill two."
She doesn't have this ability, so she can only pin her hopes on Ling Jiheng.
Ling Jiheng nodded and said while eating, "Okay!"
Chi Xingyue said "hmm" and picked up the cup to drink watermelon juice.
Refreshing, cool and sweet, in one word, refreshing!
The two of them enjoyed their midnight snack happily before going back to the west room to sleep.
When I open my eyes, it’s another beautiful day.
Ling Jiheng has a hard-working life, so he has to get up and exercise.
He asked Chi Xingyue if she wanted to exercise with him.
Chi Xingyue was quite tempted, but she couldn't get up at all.
I don’t know if it’s because I was too busy in my previous life, so I’m extremely lazy in this life.
In addition, Ling Jiheng's body, which had been soaked in spiritual spring water for a long time, was no worse than his, so he didn't force it.
However, he emphasized: "You must practice your marksmanship regularly, so that you can hit the target every time and hit the target every time."
Chi Xingyue had no objection. This request was easy for her.
No matter how you shoot the gun in the space, it will return to its original state the next day.
In other words, she can practice her skills at zero cost, and naturally improve by leaps and bounds!
Chi Xingyue turned over and felt that the room was particularly bright today.
I opened my eyes and was surprised to find that there were rays of sunlight shining through the gaps in the curtains.
He got up, put on his cotton jacket, went out, and opened the door. He found that the thick clouds had slightly cracked, revealing a clear blue sky.
And the sunlight pours down from there.
Baozhu came over with hot water and said with a smile, "Second Young Master's Madam, the sun is out, winter is over."
Chi Xingyue nodded, went to the ear room to wash up, and then went to the small kitchen to eat.
Sweet soy milk, fried spring rolls, boiled eggs, Chi Xingyue reached out and touched Baozhu's little face, praising her good cooking skills.
Baozhu was so embarrassed that she glared at Chi Xingyue and went to clean up.
After finishing his meal, Chi Xingyue went to the backyard to see everyone practicing boxing, then went out for a walk.
Erzhu followed her, and the two of them walked around the village twice before coming back.
At this time, Ling Jiheng and the others had already washed up and were busy with other things at home.
Ling Jiren, Ling Jiyi and Ling Jihao picked up the winter mushrooms from their home, put them into baskets, and took them to the county to sell.
The production of winter mushrooms is average during this period, so I came to ask Chi Xingyue.
Chi Xingyue said, "Once the seeds are used up, of course there will be no mushrooms. However, the weather is getting warmer, and this thing will soon become worthless."
Ling Jiren often goes to the county, and this feeling is particularly obvious.
The prices of oyster mushrooms and shiitake mushrooms have dropped since the Chinese New Year.
It dropped from 100 wen per catty to 30 wen per catty. In the past two days, it has been trending downwards.
However, Ling Jiren held on because the county was short of food.
When there is a shortage of food, mushrooms can save lives.
Although wealthy families are not short of money, wealthy families are not short of money either.
Thirty cents is thirty cents, they can afford it.
However, ordinary people are willing to buy a few pounds of mushrooms to satisfy their hunger because the price of mushrooms has dropped.
The quantity sold has increased, but overall the profit remains the same.
As for the issue of mycelium running out, it has been carefully discovered and successfully cultivated.
Although the quality is not as good as that provided by Chi Xingyue, it can ensure that mushrooms will continue to grow in the flower trough.
Song Lizheng came over and sighed, "I promised you I'd only plant one crop, but now it seems we won't be able to harvest it all. They're all obsessed with money."
Chi Xingyue didn't care and just said, "Plant if you want, but take precautions. If someone gets infected, the Ling family won't be responsible."
Song Lizheng nodded: "I know, I know."
But I don’t understand why the person who was originally firm in his attitude suddenly changed his tone.
Chi Xingyue thought, there is no summer this year, so if I grow more mushrooms, my life will be better.
But these things could not be said out loud. He just said a few words of comfort to Song Lizheng and sent the man away.
As for the winter mushrooms at home, they grow in winter, so it is normal that they will not grow after the weather gets hot.
Since the family was not short of money, everyone decided to finish this crop and not plant any more.
When the weather gets warmer, I'll see what I can do to make money.
On the seventh day of February, explosive news came from the county.
Song Lizheng came to the Ling family with a pale face: "Ji Heng, have you heard? They're going to recruit soldiers!"
Recruiting soldiers? The Ling family really didn't know!
Ling Jiheng gave Jin Bao a wink and Jin Bao went out.
He rode at full speed to the county to inquire about the news.
In Qingshan Village, Song Lizheng did not stop talking.
"Yuan Gen hasn't married yet, what should we do if we recruit soldiers at this time?
You have so many male children in your family, what will you do then? Will you use money to buy a place?"
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