Qin Zhao lowered his eyes and did not answer.
"I just heard you say you wanted to sell these vegetables?" Old Man Chen said, "I have a way that should be able to help you."
Mr. Chen knows the owner of a small restaurant in the town.
They regularly hire people to go to several nearby villages to purchase large quantities of fresh vegetables.
"Buy it?" Jing Li asked, "Which is more cost-effective, having the restaurant buy it or sending it to town to sell it?"
Old Man Chen said, "If you want to earn more, it would be better to send it to the town, but..."
He paused, then continued, "You have a small family, one of you is in poor health, and the other is Shuang'er, who is not convenient for public exposure. In my opinion, it would be more cost-effective for you to be acquired by someone else."
Jing Li subconsciously wanted to object: "Why don't I——"
Qin Zhao pulled his hand to stop him from saying anything else.
In this era, Shuang'er's status was not high and it was not appropriate for her to show up in public. The villagers did not know that Jing Li was not actually Shuang'er, so they naturally had this idea.
But even if they didn't think so, Qin Zhao didn't want Jing Li to go to town.
Little Silly Fish is too naive. It’s a blessing that he didn’t get cheated by others. How can he talk about doing business?
Qin Zhao thought about it and asked some more details about the restaurant's vegetable purchase. Old Man Chen explained it to him one by one, saying, "It's not convenient for you to run to town every day like us. It's better to have someone buy your vegetables than to let them rot in the fields."
"They should come over in a few days. I'll call you then."
Qin Zhao nodded: "Thank you very much, Uncle Chen."
"No need to thank me. If you really want to thank me, I have something to ask you." Old Man Chen came closer and said mysteriously.
Qin Zhao asked: "What?"
"Why don't you tell me how you grow crops on this land?" Old Man Chen scratched his thinning hair and said firmly, "Li Dali's crops weren't very good last year. You must have some secret recipe!"
Qin Zhao: "..."
He knew that the villagers would have been suspicious long ago because Jing Li's farming was so abnormal.
Since they couldn't see Qin Zhao on weekdays, these people were too embarrassed to ask Shuang'er, so they had endured it until now.
Of course there is a secret recipe, and that is to let Jing Li plant it himself.
Qin Zhao certainly wouldn't tell anyone about this. He just shook his head and said, "It's just good luck. There's no special method."
Mr. Chen obviously believed that Qin Zhao must have done something behind this, but after repeated questioning, Qin Zhao refused to reveal a single word, so he had to give up.
So the matter of selling vegetables was decided.
However, before the people from the restaurant in town came to the village, two other acquaintances arrived first.
That evening, Qin Zhao studied medical books at home as usual.
Jing Li was reading the Analects of Confucius and learning to read.
While reading, he would occasionally reach into the fruit bowl, pick up a piece of candied fruit and put it in his mouth.
Qin Zhao caught a glimpse of this whole process, then looked at the little candied fruit left on the plate and sighed, "Xiaoyu, you ate it all—"
Qin Zhao was about to scold him, but Jing Li stuffed a candied fruit into his mouth.
The sour and sweet taste melted between my lips and tongue, and my heart suddenly softened and I couldn't say anything.
Qin Zhao cleared his throat, his voice noticeably weaker: "Eat less snacks, or you won't eat properly later."
"I know..." Jing Li answered perfunctorily, and at this moment someone knocked on the gate of the courtyard.
Jingli ran to open the door.
Standing outside the yard was Xue Ren, the old man Xue, and the young man Shuang'er, Ayi, who opened a medicine shop.
Ayi was carrying a backpack on his back. When he saw Jingli, he smiled shyly: "Jingli, long time no see."
"Long time no see." Jing Li asked, "Why are you here?"
"Of course I'm here to treat your husband." Xue Ren smiled and said, "Don't just stand there, let me see where the Astragalus Membranaceus is."
Jing Li led them into the yard. Qin Zhao heard the two people talking and quickly got up and walked out of the main house.
Mr. Xue was exceptionally sensitive to herbs, and he instantly spotted what he was looking for among the various flowers and leaves. He stepped over them in a few steps, lowering his head to examine them carefully. "...The stems are long, the leaves are silvery-gray, and slender...Yes, it's the Astragalus."
After a few days, the Astragalus membranaceus had grown a lot, and even several identical Astragalus membranaceus seedlings grew around it.
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