The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

They didn't speak for the whole night. Jiang Xiaoxiao and the old lady talked for a long time, then both went to sleep.

After all, it had been a long day.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had no idea when Song Moting came back.

After breakfast, they prepared to go to the field.

Jiang Xiaoxiao took the initiative, given that every person involved had a stake in this ginseng field.

Moreover, she wanted to know how these ginseng seedlings, which were not growing in her space but were watered with the spring water from her space, were doing now.

What was their current state?

The rice and wheat seedlings were much taller than those in other fields, but it was uncertain if the same effect applied to the ginseng, so she wanted to go down and take a look.

Song Moting didn't refrain from going to the field just because of the presence of the old man and lady.

As the team leader, he was determined to lead by example. Besides, the old man and lady went directly to the head of the forest farm; people of their age could converse with each other.

The old man even wanted to take a tour around the forest farm.

Song Moting took the people directly down to the field.

Jiang Xiaoxiao entered the ginseng field.

At first glance, the seedlings amazed her; they were indeed growing quite prominently!

Logically, they had nurtured the seedlings beforehand, secretly in her space, but since she feared being discovered, she only did it very briefly.

Yet they weren't supposed to grow so quickly.

Look at these ginseng seedlings; they had already blossomed and borne fruit. How long had it been?

Counting it all up, it had only been a few months. Jiang Xiaoxiao was curious about how large the ginseng beneath those seedlings had grown.

It should be noted that around here, ginseng could produce a harvest in just a year. Of course, those were not very valuable, worth only a few yuan per pound. But the longer planted ginsengs were naturally more expensive.

However, she had no certainty in her heart.

While pulling weeds, Jiang Xiaoxiao seized the chance to try and pull up a ginseng seedling.

In the end, she couldn't budge it.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was startled; the only explanation for a ginseng seedling being immovable was that the ginseng beneath was thriving.

She had to reach out and scrape away the surrounding dirt. Jiang Xiaoxiao unearthed a ginseng; a long-lasting plant with long stems, dense necks, round necks, plump bodies, deep and tight ridges, spiral shapes, jujube-shaped tips, pearl bumps, tough rootlets that don't easily break; a mountain ginseng of the best quality is one with all five shapes.

Of course, not all mountain ginsengs have visible five shapes. Due to various natural environmental impacts, even those that appear to possess only some shapes may still be considered good mountain ginseng.

But they had nurtured them for only a few months.

This was 1977, not the later century when wild mountain ginseng didn't yet have the conditions for large-scale cultivation.

Planted wild ginseng was basically shaped like those cultivated chickens and ducks, forming within just two or three months.

However, the connoisseurs wouldn't purchase them at high prices.

The problem was that their ginseng, within a few months, had already grown with all five shapes intact, with iron line textures growing densely and deepening, making them very good wild ginseng indeed.

Jiang Xiaoxiao stared in surprise at the wild ginseng, and someone appeared beside her.

Song Moting was also startled when he saw it.

"This ginseng is already growing so well? It looks like a ten-year-old mountain ginseng."

Jiang Xiaoxiao turned around and nodded bitterly. How to explain this?

"Yes, Brother Song, it is quite strange!"

Her expression vividly portrayed her speechless surprise, as if she genuinely didn't know.

Song Moting found Jiang Xiaoxiao a little odd; her tone seemed somewhat off, yet he didn't suspect anything.

After all, they had been involved with the seedlings from nurturing them to transplanting them into the field, including watering, fertilizing, and various field operations. Everyone had a hand in it, so what was strange about these seedlings?

Even he couldn't explain it, so it was impossible to suspect Jiang Xiaoxiao.

In short, the seeds and seedlings were all ordinary ginseng seedlings.

But growing to this extent was indeed surprising.

Growing into a ten-year-old mountain ginseng within a few months was something Song Moting himself couldn't explain.

Yet it certainly grew this way.

Others quickly gathered around.

Upon seeing the ginseng in Jiang Xiaoxiao's hand, even though it hadn't grown extremely large, the fact that it had already developed all five shapes was astonishing enough.

Many people were so thrilled they nearly jumped. After all, they had not hoped for the ginseng to grow to such an extent, even if it was just one-year-old mountain ginseng. As long as they could sell it, they could earn quite a lot at five yuan per pound.

An old man said that the woodland here could produce about two thousand pounds per acre.

Fertilizer had to keep up.

Originally, everyone was pondering over this. If the purchase price could reach five yuan, then one acre of mountain ginseng would earn at least a thousand yuan.

They had tens of acres of woodland. Selling would be amazing, totaling in the tens of thousands.

For each person, it was not a small number.

Otherwise, everyone wouldn't be planting ginseng.

The problem was that happiness came too early.

No one expected this growth in a few months. Judging from the state of the ginseng, even if people didn't quite understand the market, they at least knew it would definitely fetch more than five yuan.

Each person looked joyful.

"Brother Song, can we consider this a harvest now? Shouldn't we start harvesting the ginseng now? Sell it directly to the collection station. Recently, people came to the forest farm looking for mountain products, and they said if our ginseng harvests well, we should contact them promptly.

I didn't expect to harvest so soon. I originally thought it would be at least next year or the year after."

Gu Dali was excited; no one's family was wealthy. Even those born in prestigious circles didn't necessarily have affluent homes.

Who doesn't lack money? Who doesn't begrudge spending money?

The little bit of work points and wages earned on the farm weren't even enough to cover their teeth.

Especially, the young male intellectuals occasionally wanted to smoke a pack, drink some alcohol; city folks were used to those habits, requiring soap, shampoo, and other essentials for washing.

The workers on the forest farm generally didn't use such things, considering them quite expensive.

Therefore, the intellectuals' consumption was high.

Their spending was extravagant.

Everyone was tight-handed.

Suddenly seeing that everyone might become wealthy overnight, that indescribable excitement welled up in their hearts.

He Aiguo was excited too; if they had this sum, Jia Shu could pay back the money immediately by the end of the year, lifting her worries.

Jia Shu had been gone for almost ten days and hadn't returned, which was concerning; she hadn't even sent a letter or made a phone call.

Song Moting laughed and gave Gu Dali a friendly slap.

"No people have come up to collect mountain products for the past two days, so we should nurture the ginseng a bit longer in the field. The larger the ginseng grows, the more expensive it sells. I think everyone should seal their lips. Otherwise, if we suddenly make such a large amount of money, it could attract envy; before we harvest, someone might harm our ginseng in the middle of the night.

And if that happens, everyone will be left empty-handed."

That logic was sound, and everyone nodded eagerly. Several male intellectuals began discussing rotating night shifts to guard the woodland.

They couldn't let months of hard work be ruined by outsiders.

Everyone now viewed the woodland as a treasure trove; it was money inside.