"Ah... Hiccup..."
Song Yaoyao screamed in alarm, looking at the natural fertilizer covering her from head to toe, screaming and vomiting at the same time.
She wanted to hit her, but two women standing nearby, covering their noses in disgust, grabbed her and stopped her from hitting anyone.
Ling Huanwu didn't glance at the three of them once. She was all too familiar with Song Yaoyao's tactics and didn't bother wasting time on verbal exchanges with her.
She'd rather take action than talk.
Now all she can think about is being able to test growing vegetables on the island as soon as possible.
By helping the farm overcome its difficulties, not only will everyone have money to take their children to see a doctor, but Xiaoqin and the others will also be able to avoid their deaths more than a year later.
After finishing their work in the fields, Ling Huanwu and Lin Xiaoqin packed up their farm tools and went home. They planned to come back in the evening to sow alkali grass, but first they went to work at the farm together.
The two of them walked past Song Yaoyao and the other two, who were still being sarcastic and sarcastic, and gradually disappeared into the distance.
Ling Huanwu realized halfway there that she had forgotten to take the water bucket for watering the plants, so she and Lin Xiaoqin turned back.
As they walked to the corner, they discovered the three of them sneaking around in the field where they had just worked hard all day, bending down and secretly doing something.
Ling Huanwu and Lin Xiaoqin exchanged a glance, then silently rested and drank water. After the others had been busy for a long time, looked around, and walked away, they went up to check what Song Yaoyao and the others were up to.
Lin Xiaoqin dug up the soil and found the seeds of the alkaline grass. She couldn't help but laugh, "These aunties are so kind-hearted! They even helped us plant them. We won't have to plant any more this evening!"
Ling Huanwu was both annoyed and amused. Just now, Song Yaoyao and the others mocked her for growing weeds in her field, so she deliberately planted weeds in her field.
Little did she know that this very grass was what she wanted to plant.
She also has to thank these people for helping her plant it.
Ling Huanwu went to the breeding farm with Lin Xiaoqin.
In the past few days, she has been explaining to Qiao Hui that she wants to contribute funds to fill the gaps in the breeding farm and make up for the wages owed to her aunts.
Even though Zhou Jiuzhen intervened and prevented the buyers from demanding five times the compensation, he also paid them a portion of their wages.
After a year of hard work, each household only received eighty yuan and had to survive for another year. For someone like Aunt Liu, whose son and daughter-in-law were both gone and who had to support three children, it was like adding insult to injury.
But Qiao Hui kept refusing the money offered to him, saying that he planned to cultivate other seafood with shorter growth cycles so that she could invest in the aquaculture farm, which would be a great help to the whole village.
Ling Huanwu agreed, and these days, after finishing her farm work early in the morning, she would go with Qiao Hui to other villages on the island to investigate and decide on the next batch of seedlings to raise.
After conducting some research, Qiao Hui decided to raise prawns, which have the shortest growth cycle.
Ling Huanwu originally agreed with this decision.
But these past few days she found an ancient book left by her ancestors from the Ming Dynasty, and surprisingly discovered that one of the Ling family's ancestors had served as an official in the southern coastal region, and recorded that a fisherman at that time was harvesting clam seedlings for breeding.
Ling Huanwu recalled that in her previous life in Hong Kong, she often entertained her business partners at seafood restaurants.
While clams are the cheapest seafood and may not be considered high-class, they have become the most popular seafood among ordinary people.
Because of their low price and delicious taste, you can buy several pounds of clams for the price of one pound of shrimp.
Yesterday, Ling Huanwu was pondering that even if the shrimp were raised, sales would still be a problem.
In an era when everyone was starving, even city dwellers couldn't afford shrimp.
After thinking about it all night, she decided to discuss the possibility of trying to raise clams with Qiao Hui today.
In the farm office.
Ling Huanwu showed Qiao Hui the book "Marine Science and Technology Records" left by her ancestors.
The document details the process by which a fisherman successfully cultivated clams.
This breeding method eliminates the need to buy seedlings; the entire process is done by cultivating them yourself.
Qiao Hui was overjoyed and looked at it for a while. When he looked up at Ling Huanwu, his eyes were shining with excitement. "So clams can be cultivated too! If we follow the cultivation method in the book, then our labor costs for cultivation will be greatly reduced."
He frowned as he spoke, "But cultivating clams requires very high seawater temperatures, and the cultivation period is at least a year. What if you lose all the money you've invested if it fails?"
Ling Huanwu smiled at him while munching on a flatbread, "I believe we can do it. We must have faith in the knowledge left by our ancestors."
Qiao Hui was still somewhat hesitant, "But once we start farming clams, won't the farm temporarily not need so many people?"
"I understand your concerns, but I've already thought it through..."
In the office, Ling Huanwu leaned close to Qiao Hui and told him her plans.
Outside the office, Song Yaoyao, who had been eavesdropping, pursed her lips, her eyes darted around, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips. She turned and walked towards the aunties who were still digging for oysters on the mudflats.
When they arrived at the restaurant at noon, some of the farm workers, who didn't want to go home, set up an iron pot next to the office to cook lunch.
The aunties made a pot of oyster vermicelli.
When Ling Huanwu went out, she was surprised to find that Song Yaoyao had also come to freeload lunch.
Song Yaoyao sat on the rock, eating her noodles in small bites, her eyes glancing at her from time to time.
Ling Huanwu was somewhat wary, feeling that her adopted sister was up to something.
Looking at the two bowls of rice noodles left on the stone table, her stomach was already growling with hunger, so she picked up the rice noodles and started eating without thinking much.
Qiao Hui picked up the last bowl and ate it standing up, giving the only chair outside the door to Ling Huanwu.
The noodles are very fragrant and thin, and melt in your mouth.
The addition of oysters made it exceptionally delicious, and even without any other dishes, Ling Huanwu ate until she was drenched in sweat.
In her previous life, she had eaten quite a lot of noodles during her many years in Hong Kong.
There are fried pork crackling noodles, cart noodles, and wonton noodles, but this is the first time I've ever had such thin and tender noodles.
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