Jiang Ning couldn't understand why she became a thorn in the eyes of so many people when she just bought a house?
However, things have to be stopped while they are good, so she finally let it go, "Since it was a misunderstanding, I will let it go this time, but I won't be so easy to talk to next time."
After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and the Hummer sped away.
Young Master Rong took in a mouth full of exhaust fumes and nearly exploded on the spot.
Oh my god, his last super off-road vehicle has become a pile of scrap metal!
It’s so fucking bad!
After leaving the community, Jiang Ning asked in confusion: "Tell me, what does Young Master Rong want to do?"
Huo Yishen couldn't understand the thinking of the rich second generation, and after a while he spoke, "Last time he spoke for you without caring about his companions' face, and this time he deliberately drove into you, probably looking for a reason to get close to you."
Jiang Ning couldn't figure it out either. God knows what the brains of rich second-generations are made of.
"Do you think he knows something, so he approached me on purpose?"
She was referring to the three cars, or the space secret.
Perhaps, he traced the affairs of Aoyuan through Yang Jie, or even traced them back further.
The Rong family has been able to live a glamorous life in the last three years of the apocalypse just by relying on their astonishing wealth, and they were even invited back by Fengcheng Municipal Government to develop the economy. They are not simple-minded people.
What's more, when they met again, how could Jiang Ning not see that Young Master Rong had changed.
Huo Yishen's expression was serious. "No matter what he wants to do, we must always remain vigilant."
The newly built school has not yet enrolled students. After communication with superiors, it has been temporarily loaned to the Chinese Medicine Research Institute for use in recruitment and as a herbal medicine planting and processing point.
When Jiang Ning drove in, many people who wanted to be interviewed or make inquiries had already gathered.
Many survivors at the bottom of society don’t have medicine, so they think it would be a good deal to learn some medical skills or get some herbal seeds.
Unfortunately, not only is basic knowledge required, but only one working meal is provided, and there is no salary or food.
Isn't this generating electricity with love? They still can't fill their stomachs.
After learning about the situation, many people left in frustration.
People at the Chinese Medicine Research Institute are equally depressed. Without funding, everything is difficult to get started. They also want to recruit people and pay them salaries, but the weather is bad during the polar day, and it takes a lot of effort to cultivate herbs.
All the funds are spent on indoor constant temperature cultivation alone. They are also generating electricity for love, just to pass on thousands of years of civilization.
"Teacher Ma, will we return empty-handed this time?"
One student said in frustration, “We took good care of the herbs we brought back last time, but half of them died, and the rest didn’t grow well.”
Ma Guangnian felt heavy inside, but still comforted him: "Take your time, it will be fine."
The Hummer was so conspicuous that it attracted everyone's attention as soon as it entered the school gate.
Ma Guangnian just felt that the car seemed familiar, and saw Huo Yishen and Jiang Ning getting out of the car. He was immediately overjoyed, "Comrade Huo, Comrade Jiang, why are you here?"
“We just happened to live nearby and were interested in herbal cultivation, so we came to take a look.”
They had talked about this last time when they were picking herbs. Jiang Ning was a student at the medical school. Ma Guangnian was very impressed with her. "Are you here to apply for a job?"
Sitting in the office every day and squatting to grow herbs is impossible. Jiang Ning came here today mainly to build connections so that he can have a reason to interact with Ma Guangnian in the future. "Teacher Ma, it's actually like this. We want to make a living in the herbal medicine field, but we are not very good at planting, so we want to come to learn from you."
Growing and selling herbs for a living?
Ma Guangnian immediately became interested, "How are the medicinal seedlings you collected last time?"
Jiang Ning said modestly, "Not bad, about 70% to 80% of them have survived."
The staff were surprised. Despite their careful care, the baby was only half alive. How did they do it?
Faced with doubts, Jiang Ning did not hide his feelings. "We built a glass shed, so the temperature inside doesn't change that much. If it's really too cold, we can just light some charcoal fire."
It can be seen that those who can drive a Hummer in the apocalypse all come from well-off families.
Unlike them, they are a Chinese medicine research institute, but it is extremely difficult for them to build a glass shed.
It’s not that the relevant departments don’t support it, but glass is really precious after the earthquake. Even if there is any, it should be used to plant food first to ensure food for the survivors.
The institute already has a glass shed, so it would be impossible to get approval to build a new one.
A glass shed can't grow many herbs, let alone large-scale production.
Jiang Ning’s words gave Ma Guangnian new inspiration: just because the institute could not be built did not mean that others could not build it.
Three years into the last days, anyone who still holds medicine in his hand undoubtedly holds the lives of others in his hands.
No matter how expensive it is, there are people willing to buy it. If the government cannot cultivate it on a large scale, why not encourage private cultivation?
Whether it is inheritance or benefiting the people, it will be of great benefit to society.
Especially when he learned that Jiang Ning had a glass shed of more than 100 square meters, Ma Guangnian was excited.
One doesn't want to work in the office, and the other doesn't have a glass shed, so they are a match made in heaven.
Ma Guangnian extended an olive branch, "We can teach you scientific planting, the basics of Chinese medicine, acupuncture, acupoint massage, and related medicine, but you need to give us 20% of the medicinal herbs you grow.
If you need us to provide the seedlings, you need to give us an extra 10%. What do you think?"
Jiang Ning pretended to discuss it with Huo Yishen, and after thinking for a while, he agreed, "Okay, we'll find a way to get the medicinal seedlings ourselves."
The two parties hit it off and signed the contract on the spot.
Ma Guangnian planned the varieties to be planted for the two. "The weather changes unpredictably throughout the day, and it is easy to catch a cold. At the mildest, it will cause a fever, and at the worst, it will cause a lung infection. This type of medicine is the most in short supply right now."
He wrote down nearly 30 kinds of herbs, all of which can be used together to treat diseases. "You can find the medicinal seedlings according to the list. If you have any questions during the cultivation process, you can come to the station to find the staff at any time."
There was no problem in the discussion. He wrote down the best planting methods and growing environment for each medicine, and tested the medical skills of the three people.
The brother and sister understood almost nothing, but Jiang Ning had a foundation and had studied on his own for several years, so he helped the two of them learn the entry-level basics first.
This is a good idea. Jiang Ning’s medical book is still there.
Back at the Rong family, Young Master Rong returned to the villa with a gloomy face, and the housekeeper immediately asked someone to call a private doctor.
Throwing off his slippers, Rong Sanshao sat on the sofa angrily, "You won't die, no need to invite me."
Don’t try to hide what happened in the community from Mr. Rong, he will be back from outside soon.
Seeing that his son had a bruise on his forehead, he suppressed his temper and asked, "What happened?"
"I crashed into 50 cars."
"What do you want to do?" If he wasn't his biological son, Mr. Rong would have thrown a cup at him.
Before finding out the bottom line of Building 50, he first spoke for the people in Building 50 and offended most of the people in the community. Those people only dared not express their opinions openly for the sake of the Rong family's face.
That's fine, a bunch of second and third generation who only know how to eat, drink and have fun, living a glamorous life relying on the influence of their ancestors, and not knowing the cruelty of the outside world. Hanging out with them will only lower your IQ.
He agreed with his son on this point.
But what if he just hit the car driving in Building 50?
"Are you mentally ill? He dared to injure the bodyguard, which shows that he is not afraid of death. Now he has even taken out explosive packs and grenades. Why don't you dare to fight back when you are so stubborn?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
