Under Zhan Qingyue's care, the vegetables and fruits in the entire manor matured very quickly and were directly on the market in a short time.
The noble Matt and everyone in the manor became the first people to taste these fresh fruits and vegetables.
It's obviously an ordinary vegetable, but when you eat it, it has an extra sweet taste in your mouth, which makes people feel happy.
Zhan Qingyue couldn't help but feel happy after listening to everyone's comments.
"Since everyone likes to eat these exciting fruits and vegetables, that's really a good thing. I have a plan next."
Zhan Qingyue ordered everyone in the manor with a smile on her face.
As soon as she said these words, someone immediately picked up her words.
"Holy Maid, you want to expand your planting land. All you have to do is go and tell Mr. Matt. Mr. Matt has more than just this manor. By then, not only will we be self-sufficient, I guess I can still make a small fortune.”
Zhan Qingyue looked down upon the three housekeepers who always kept money, but there was nothing they could do about it.
She had no choice but to agree with a wry smile.
"Exactly. I want to grow more crops, so I need more fields. I would like you to help me with this matter. Let Mr. Matt know. When I am free here, I will go and meet him in person. Mr. Matt’s.”
The housekeeper thought that he had been reused, and he was very happy. He agreed repeatedly and went to reply to Mr. Matt.
Zhan Qingyue arranged the matters in the field, and unconsciously picked up the single apple on the plate with one hand, looking at it again and again.
This apple is small, sour, and doesn't have much moisture. It can only be eaten as a fruit occasionally.
"By the way, I think there are mountains around. There should be some edible fruit trees and saplings, right?"
As soon as she said this, several farmers nearby looked at each other in confusion.
A bolder man came forward respectfully, saluted to him, and then slowly spoke.
"Returning to the Saint, there are indeed mountains around. We don't know which ones are edible and which ones are not. In the past two years, everything that can be eaten has been stripped clean by hungry people. I'm thankful to have some bark left. .”
"As for those that are inedible, no one will even look at them even if they rot in the ground."
Zhan Qingyue nodded thoughtfully, this is really a common problem everywhere.
Otherwise, this group of people would not have fled in the first place.
She couldn't help but sigh and put down the apple in her hand.
"In this case, you go and prepare some axes, hoes, baskets, and some dry food. After burning incense, we will set off to go up the mountain to find edible fruit trees and seedlings to pick and graft. How dare you do this? It’s time to plant trees at the end of spring and open up wasteland in time, but you can’t miss it. If you miss it, you’ll have to wait another year.”
Although everyone didn't quite understand his beauty, they all started to move.
Zhan Qingyue took a sip of tea and looked at the apple in front of her.
As for the fruits in front of us, we have newly grown tomatoes and cucumbers, which can be used as both vegetables and fruits, and are more delicious.
Their local fruits are really not flattering. Even the most delicious and abundant grapes have to wait until summer and autumn.
After waiting for a stick of incense, everyone gathered in the manor again.
Zhan Qingyue rolled up his sleeves and led everyone up the mountain.
The group of people vigorously groped for money in the surrounding mountains.
Zhan Qingyue was a person who kept no secrets. Faced with everyone's questions, he could give everyone clear explanations about medicinal materials, fruit trees, and wood, which made everyone admire him.
When everyone came down the mountain, they brought a lot of things with them.
Zhan Qingyue Qingzi directed that the fruit trees and saplings be transplanted to his own land that night.
When no one was paying attention, he took out some inconspicuous fruit saplings from the space and asked everyone to plant them throughout the manor.
After a few days of busy work, the entire manor has changed drastically. The transplanted fruit trees have no intention of growing. They are growing very well, and some have even begun to bloom.
Everything is going step by step.
When Mr. Matt saw that Zhan Qingyue was almost busy with work, he couldn't wait to ask what he had been looking forward to.
"Holy Girl, you see that you are pretty busy now. When will you have time to study that thing about immortality that you mentioned?"
When Zhan Qingyue heard what he said, her heart couldn't help but shuddered, and she cursed: Wouldn't it be foolish to reveal the means of saving one's life so quickly?
Once the immortal thing is handed over, even if Mr. Matt seems so harmless, in the end it is not for profit and will ruthlessly throw them away.
Zhan Qingyue quickly figured this out, and a crooked smile appeared on his delicate face.
"Mr. Matt, there are already signs of what I'm researching. Immortality is about slowing down the replacement rate of cells..."
Zhan Qingyue Balabala talked about his own opinions about immortality.
As the saying goes, there is a certain order of learning, and there is a specialization in the art. However, Mr. Matt listened seriously, but he didn't understand even half a word.
As a result, he felt more and more that Zhan Qingyue was telling the truth and was not lying to him.
And it is just around the corner to get something that will lead to immortality.
Spring passed in the blink of an eye, and it was summer.
The manor has a new look again. The figs that were transplanted from the space are already there. The signs of fruiting make many people stare at the fruits every day, as if they are afraid of being stolen.
The previous expansion of the area to plant fruits and vegetables was approved by Mr. Matt. Now he has come to inspect it in person, and the results are here.
When Mr. Matt looked at the fig tree in front of him, each small fruit grew up little by little, but he did not see a single flower, he was very satisfied.
"I really didn't expect that there is such a magical thing in the world. As the saying goes, traveling thousands of miles and reading thousands of books, the saint is really smart."
Zhan Qingyue didn't have any unnecessary expression on his compliments, and still humbly agreed.
Since she is already a saint, what is the use of being too modest?
After sending away Mr. Matt who came for inspection.
Zhan Qingyue stretched a long way and sat back next to the chair.
"Oh, I finally finished dealing with Mr. Matt's inspection. It's really not a good feeling to eat other people's food and use other people's land and still have to accept other people's inspection."
Listening to her complaints, Han Yiyun unconsciously had a sweet smile on his lips.
"Yueyue, look at you like this. You were so tired from farming the past few days and you didn't even say a word. It was just a checkup."
