60 Processing Medicinal Herbs
Old Man Jian looked at the table with a smile. The Village Chief asked in a low voice, “Brother Quan, how do you know the County Magistrate?”
Old Man Jian also replied in a low voice, “He was injured once and was saved by Big Sister. At that time, we didn’t know that he was the County Magistrate.”
The Village Chief understood. It seemed that it was not unreasonable for Old Man Jian’s family to be able to prosper. If it was him, it should be said that the vast majority of the people in the village would definitely not save an injured person they did not know. In this world, they might get into trouble if they got involved with random, dangerous people.
If Jian Qingqing dared to save him, it meant that she was a kind person. Such a person’s luck was usually not that bad.
He could not be envious. It was his fault that his family did not have such a clear-minded granddaughter, the Village Chief thought to himself bitterly. However, when he thought of the path that Jian Qingqing provided for the villagers to make money, he drank a mouthful of rice wine happily. It was their fortune to have such a blessed life in the Jian Family Village!
Ming Zhiyan did not stay after the meal, he left with the gifts and rode away.
The villagers stayed behind to help clean up the leftovers. Mother Jian asked them to pack up the leftovers. Although it was leftovers, it was still a very rich feast for the villagers who had not eaten meat for a long time, this action was also greatly praised by the villagers.
After sending off the guests, Jian Qingqing looked at the gift Ming Zhiyan had left behind. She knew that it was difficult. This gift was placed in an exquisite and luxurious wooden box. The things inside should not be too bad.
However, she was afraid that it would be too expensive and she would not be able to pay it back in the future.
Old Man Jian comforted her, “Big sister, open it. They know what kind of family we are. They don’t expect us to be able to pay back the same value of the gift. Moreover, we have saved him before. This is a fair gift.”
Jian Qingqing thought about it and agreed, so she opened the box without feeling guilty.
Seeing the things inside, she let out a sigh of relief. It turned out to be two sets of the four treasures of the study. It seemed that he knew that Little Hu and little ye were studying, so he gave them such practical things. Once again, she sighed with emotion at his thoughtfulness.
With one look, she could tell that these two sets of treasures of the study, and they were of high quality. They were many times better than the ones she had bought in the county. They could be left behind to wait for Xiao Hu and the others to have some progress in their studies before they use them. It would be a waste if they used them now.
“Big Sister, what is it?”
“Two sets of treasures of the study.”
Old Man Jian had never heard of it before. “What is that?”
Jian Qingqing explained patiently, “The four treasures of the study are pens, ink, paper, and inkstones. They are things used for reading.”
“Aiyo!” Old Man Jian understood this time. “You have to put away the things used for reading. They are precious!”
“Okay, I’ll put them away. I’ll use them when Xiao Hu and the others are older.”
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After the feast in the new house, the spring planting came to an end. Jian Qingqing did not plan to let her grandfather and the others continue to work so hard. She wanted to hire someone to do the land development work, or she could buy it from someone else.
Old Man Jian and the others did not agree. Farmers did not have a sense of security without touching the ground. However, under Jian Qingqing’s strong request, they still agreed to what she called the ‘combination of work and rest’.
In addition to the villagers starting to develop the land in a frenzy, they also began to produce the Iron-skinned Dendrobium.
The village chief had people dig up all the Dendrobium, and all the village women worked together to produce the Dendrobium. The money they sold was distributed according to the population.
Producing medicinal herbs was a very delicate and tiring task. Jian Qingqing spent two days teaching them and produced three pots of medicinal herbs that were damaged. This made their hearts ache. These things could be sold for money, so they had to be even more careful.
They were not afraid of being tired, but they were afraid of not having money.
Jian Qingqing saw that they had all learned well, so she left to continue her business.