"Is this really possible? We can also plant it? No, we are just farmers, how can we do this..."
The village chief muttered a lot, feeling a little embarrassed. He couldn't read a word, so how could he grow fungus well?
He had looked at Lingbao's fungus base, and it looked very sophisticated, but they were all a bunch of rough guys.
But Lingbao also said that this kind of rice could be sold for money. The village chief wanted to plant it but didn't dare to plant it, so he could only look at Lingbao with his old but simple eyes.
Lingbao said: "Of course I can plant. I am also a farmer. Why don't I just plant?"
The village chief said disapprovingly: "How can you be the same as us?"
"What's the difference?" Ling Bao looked down at himself. He had the same two hands and two feet.
"You are literate, you can recite poetry, and your father is a scholar, so you are different from us!"
It was a compliment, a compliment, but Lingbao didn't feel happy.
She corrected her seriously: "Planting has nothing to do with whether you can read or not. Uncle village chief, you are so good at growing food. My father used to be able to read, but he didn't know how to farm. It can be seen from this that these two
There is no necessary relationship between them.”
Those who can read may not be able to cultivate good land, and those who cannot read may not be able to cultivate good land.
The village chief stared wide-eyed, unable to refute, and finally choked out: "Then you are better at studying."
"Reading is more powerful."
This Lingbao admits it.
"Oh, that's far away, we are talking about cultivating fungus!" Lingbao stopped at the cliff and returned to the whole story.
The village chief rolled his eyes and muttered: "You said it doesn't matter, I don't even understand the word 'cultivation'!"
"Then after I said it, didn't you understand?" Ling Bao pouted.
The village chief said confidently: "I still don't understand!"
Ling Bao's eyes widened in disbelief.
The village chief's wife pushed him and said angrily: "How old are you, and you still fight with Ling Bao?"
The village chief touched his nose, his dark face felt slightly warm, and he was relieved for a moment.
"Okay, okay, now I know what "cultivation" means."
Ling Bao wrinkled his nose, snorted a little to express his dissatisfaction, pinched his waist and said: "Anyway, you must learn!"
"Learn, learn, learn. Isn't it enough to learn?" The village chief bowed and said, "Little ancestor, we all listen to you!"
Lingbao went home and told Cheng Jin and Xie Wuhao about the matter. The two of them had no objections to it and fully supported it.
"You are all good." Ling Bao touched his chin and said, "Then I will let you go up and share your experience, how about it?"
Xie Wuyang: "Experience sharing?"
"Just tell them what we need to pay attention to when growing fungus."
This seemed quite interesting, so Xie Wuyang agreed immediately.
But Cheng Jin shook his head.
He didn't like being stared at by so many people. Anyway, with Ling Bao and Xie Wuyan, there was no need for him to be an extra person.
Lingbao knew that the third brother really didn't want to, so he didn't force it.
"It doesn't matter, then Brother Wu Yao and I will go up!"
Because he wanted to share it in front of the whole village, he couldn't lose face, so Xie Wuyang asked Huaifu to get a pen and paper and write down all the key points he knew.
Seeing this, Ling Bao felt that he could not lag behind, so he took a pen and paper and started writing quickly.
Huaifu stepped in and saw Ling Bao, who was scratching his head with a brush with a solemn expression. He then looked at his eldest son, who had the same expression.
"Your Majesty, Miss Cheng, drink some water to moisten your throat."
Ling Bao picked it up and drank more than half the cup.
Xie Wuyang originally just took a sip, but looking at this scene, he picked it up and drank half the cup.
Huaifu suddenly looked at the prince, not to mention, compared to before in the capital, the prince had gained some weight.
Miss Cheng is indispensable for this!
He also gained a lot of weight.
After drinking the honey water, Ling Bao and Xie Wuhuang resumed writing.
That afternoon, the village chief informed everyone to gather at the entrance of the village tomorrow morning. There was something to be announced. One person from each household should be present, and it was best to be an adult.
The villagers were all speculating about what happened, but no one knew.
Early the next morning, there was a roar of gongs and drums.
There were people standing under the big tree at the entrance of the village, whispering to each other, and it was extremely noisy.
The village chief shouted loudly from the front: "Everyone, be quiet and listen to me!"
The village chief was still very dignified, and the noise gradually died down.
"I know everyone is eager to know, so I will keep the story short. Lingbao Cheng Sanlang Chu Shizi has planted fungus. They want to teach us how to grow it. Those who want to learn can stay, and those who don't want to learn can leave."
Plant fungus?
Some people find it strange: "Village chief, aren't there a lot of fungus in the mountains? Why do you have to grow them yourself?"
The village chief rolled his eyes at him: "There are a lot of wild vegetables in the mountains, so don't you have to grow your own vegetables?"
Ling Bao explained on the side: "Because I'm afraid you won't be able to distinguish what can be eaten and what can't be eaten."
Although poisoning by eating fungus can be cured by pounding winter melon and vine juice and taking it, poisoning is not a good thing after all.
"And if you grow fungus, you can eat it yourself or sell it. This thing should be easy to sell. It can be used as a vegetable or as a medicinal material. It can be sold to restaurants or pharmacies. How wonderful.
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After she said this, many people were moved.
It can be used as a vegetable or as a medicine, so it can definitely be sold for a lot of money, right?
"Lingbao, is it troublesome to plant this? How long does it take to plant? What do you need?" Someone asked, out of interest.
The village chief immediately said: "Everyone, calm down. Ling Bao and Chu Shizi have specially prepared an experience sharing for us. Those who want to plant will stay and listen. It is very detailed. I guarantee that you, even a fool, can understand it."
The words are rough and the reasoning is not rough.
Lingbao said to Xie Wuhuang: "Brother Wuhuang, why don't you bring in an earwood and let them see it?"
Xie Wuyang thought about it and asked Huaifu to do it.
"This is the fungus we cultivated." Ling Bao said to the villagers who came up.
"Isn't it planted in the ground?"
"Nonsense, the fungus in the mountains also grows on trees!"
"Yes, yes, I forgot!"
There are many people who stay and want to learn. After all, everyone wants to make money.
They were a little hesitant when they heard that they still had to pay for lime. But Lingbao made a calculation for them. A bag of lime costs two to three hundred yuan, but it can be used for a long, long time. They can buy it in partnership, and they can buy it together with the ones they sell.
Compared with fungus, this account is nothing.
The village chief did not forget to hammer on: "If you want to learn, learn it hard. Don't forget your roots even after you plant them. Don't forget the people who dug the wells when you were drinking water. You can't do anything to repay kindness with enmity!" After saying this, he glanced at the people in the center of the crowd.
Wu, "If you dare to do something wrong, I won't be able to spare you even if I try my best! Do you hear me?"
"I heard it, village chief, don't worry!" This chapter has been completed!