Chengjia Village is very close to Dahe Village.
Generally speaking, Chengjiacun is the first group of people to know about anything strange happening in Dahe Village.
The two villages used to be almost poor, and Chengjia Village was even faintly a head taller. However, in the past two years, they have gradually fallen far behind. Everyone in Chengjia Village is almost envious of the villagers in Dahe Village. Originally, Cheng Wanwan was They, who were born and raised in Chengjia Village, ended up benefiting neighboring villages after getting married, and they could only watch helplessly.
"Second Aunt Cheng Zhao, we came here to ask about cotton."
"Yes, yes, I heard that every household in Dahe Village grew cotton last year and sold it for fifty cents a pound, making a lot of money."
"I wonder if Aunt Cheng Zhao still has cotton seeds. Our family wants to buy some. Is that okay?"
"My family also wants to plant two or three acres. I hope Aunt Cheng Zhao can plant some cotton."
Cheng Wanwan thought the big guy was doing something big, but it turned out to be this.
She paused and said, "Let me make something clear first. Cotton was able to sell at a high price last year because there were few people growing it. Cotton should be promoted in many places in Huzhou this year and every household is growing it. The price may be much lower. Please think carefully. I’ll decide later.”
In fact, even if the price is reduced to five cents per catty, some people still make money, but they just make less money.
However, because the number of cotton seeds is limited, the total cotton output this year will not be too much. After the cotton is harvested in the fall, the price may fluctuate around 20 cents, and you can still make a profit.
Hearing what she said, everyone in Chengjia Village lost their minds. They originally followed the trend and wanted to make some money, but if the price was too low, they felt that it was not necessary. They might as well leave the open space to grow some food or something.
A woman tentatively asked, "Aunt Cheng Zhao, will you still plant cotton this year? How much do you plan to plant?"
Cheng Wanwan’s family had a lot of land, so she couldn’t hide how much she would plant, so she simply told her frankly: “I plan to plant about two hundred acres.”
"Then I'll plant two acres." The woman figured it out in an instant, "The people in Dahe Village said that it's right to follow Aunt Cheng Zhao's footsteps. I'll take a gamble."
"Second Aunt Cheng Zhao has grown so much, she must still be able to make money, so my family should also grow some."
"By the way, how do you sell cotton seeds? Is it expensive?"
Seeing that everyone had made up their minds, Cheng Wanwan said: "Because there are not many cotton seeds, my family will raise the seedlings this year. You can just come and buy the seedlings. The price is one penny for ten seedlings."
Last year's cotton seeds came from the mall, while this year's cotton seeds were saved from last year. These seeds can be supplied to Huzhou, and some can be distributed to the northwest. If there are more, they will be gone, so we must save.
In the hands of Zhao Dashan, the germination rate can reach more than 90%. If it is in the hands of these villagers who know nothing, the germination rate may be only half, so this year she plans to hand all the seeds to Zhao Dashan to raise seedlings. People can just buy the surviving seedlings directly.
Ten plants for one penny sounds expensive, but in fact, these villagers will not lose money, and they will save a lot of trouble.
The people in Chengjia Village had never bought cotton seeds before and did not know whether the price was high or low, but they privately believed that a court lady who was already an official could not deceive poor people like them, so they all said: "Then Second Aunt Cheng Zhao will Remember to send someone to Chengjia Village to inform you, and we will buy seedlings immediately."
Cheng Wanwan nodded, and in the eyes of everyone in Chengjia Village, he got on the carriage and headed back home.
It is now early February, with spring in full bloom and many busy figures in the fields. This is the most anticipated season of the year.
The carriage went all the way back from Chengjia Village, and when it arrived at the door of her home, as soon as she got out of the car, she saw Mrs. Ma and Mrs. Yang returning with bamboo baskets on their backs. Both of them looked satisfied.
"An Ren." When the two women saw Cheng Wanwan, they immediately saluted and said with a smile, "There are really many good things on the mountain in Dahe Village. An Ren, please take a look. These are morel mushrooms. The soup is especially delicious tonight. The old slave will show his skills to Anren."
Mrs. Yang took out the things from her backpack: "I found a lot of medicinal materials on the mountain. Medicines that are difficult to buy in pharmacies in the capital are everywhere on the mountain. It's a pity that the medicinal materials that no one picked in the past years have been wasted."
Mrs. Yang was good at medicine, but she often had nothing serious to do when she came to Dahe Village. In the spring, she went up the mountain and found some fun.
Cheng Wanwan was about to speak when she saw a round glutinous rice dumpling running out of the door of her house. Ye Zi followed and shouted anxiously: "Miss, slow down, don't fall... An Ren is back. I've seen you." Peace!"
"Milk...grandma..."
Xiaozhuzhu stretched out two arms and hugged Cheng Wanwan's thighs.
She bent down and scooped up the small glutinous rice dumplings: "You are such a naughty girl running around again and being captured by bad guys."
The eldest granddaughter has been running around every day since she could walk. Ye Zi is responsible for taking care of the child, and Wei Hongyan is also helping out. She is very tired.
The little girl stayed in Cheng Wanwan's arms for a while, then she couldn't stay any longer. She twisted her fat body and looked around.
She suddenly turned around and stretched out her hand towards Mrs. Yang.
Mrs. Yang would tease the eldest lady when she had nothing to do. She immediately put down the basket in her hand and took the little girl over.
Unexpectedly, the little girl jumped directly to the ground, then knocked over the basket, found something, raised her hand and put it in her mouth.
"Oh, Miss, this is a medicinal material, but you can't eat it!" Mrs. Yang quickly dug out the medicinal material and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's Coptis chinensis, it's non-toxic. This old slave was really scared to death."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Cheng Wanwan was amused by her: "Who asked you to put it in your mouth? You deserve it. If someone who doesn't know sees it, they will think that our family doesn't give you food every day."
The little girl had a big heart, and she would be fine after crying for a while, and then she would pounce on Mrs. Yang again. She was not letting Mrs. Yang hold her, but was particularly interested in the contents of the basket.
"An Ren, I think the eldest lady seems to be very interested in medicinal materials." Mrs. Yang's eyes lit up, "How about I teach the eldest lady how to practice medicine?"
She is extremely idle every day, and all her medical skills seem to be wasted. She can't wait to find an apprentice to teach her. The eldest lady is good, she is young, talented, and she is her master. She will definitely teach her everything she can. .
Cheng Wanwan pinched the little girl's face and said, "She grabbed a pig knuckle from Zhou Zhou. She is a foodie. She is not interested in medicinal materials, but wants to eat something she has never seen before."
"An Ren, let me give this old slave a try." Mrs. Yang was full of energy. "If the eldest lady doesn't like it, I'll stop thinking about it. If the eldest lady likes it, it's also a skill if you have medical skills at your side, right?"
Cheng Wanwan nodded in agreement.
No matter in what era, doctors are a scarce resource. It would be a great thing if Xiao Zhuzhu could really learn the medical skills of Mrs. Yang.
