It's dark, the moon is hanging, outside the wall of a bungalow in Ganoderma Village.
Zhang Cong stood on the high pile of tiles and looked at the beauty washing clothes in the courtyard like a dream.
Zhang Xiaohua is eighteen years old and is the only girl in the village who has attended a private school in the town. She has been a beauty since she was a child. When she grows up, her skin is as tender as a peach and water oozes when pinched.
In the Year of the Cardamom, I don’t know how many people broke through the door to propose marriage.
At this time, Zhang Xiaohua was dressed casually and was sitting on the bench in the courtyard, bending over to wash clothes. From time to time, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Seeing the scene after she bent down, Zhang Cong's eyes bulged.
He is 28 years old, has accomplished nothing, and is still single. Zhang Cong is also a poor boy. He lost his parents when he was a child, and his grandmother raised him by growing some herbs in the mountains.
Zhang Cong does three things every day. During the day, he goes to the town to sell some herbs, and at night he comes back and lies on the wall watching Zhang Xiaohua...
"Ouch——"
Suddenly, Zhang Cong accidentally stepped on something and sprained his foot. Zhang Xiaohua stood up in panic, straightened her clothes, and shouted: "Who is it!?"
Zhang Cong squatted down suddenly, covered his mouth and did not dare to make a sound. He lowered his head and saw that the thing that tripped him was a white ceramic bottle. He put the bottle in his pocket, thinking that it was broken!
Sure enough, a middle-aged woman yelled and cursed from the courtyard.
"Zhang Cong, are you a bastard peeking at my daughter again?"
"If someone gives birth to something that no one cares about, and if you dare to come to my wall again, I will dig out your eyeballs!"
Cuihua's sister-in-law was pinching her waist in the courtyard and yelling and cursing her. She didn't look like she was almost forty years old.
She is extremely well-maintained, and even if she and Zhang Xiaohua are said to be sisters, some people would believe it, but she has a more mature flavor than her own daughter.
"Oops, Mrs. Cuihua discovered it."
Zhang Cong did not dare to speak, so he climbed over the wall and returned home. He sat on the bed and picked up the small white bottle he picked up from the edge of the wall.
"You are such a broken person! You ruined my good deeds!"
"I was almost discovered by Cuihua Sister-in-law. If I am caught, how will I look at Zhang Xiaohua in the future?"
Looking at the small white bottle in my hand, it has a warm and moist texture.
Zhang Cong, who had never been out of the mountains, didn't know what kind of material it was made of, but it vaguely looked like ceramic.
What kind of rare thing could it be that can be thrown casually against the wall?
He shook the bottle twice and threw it into the flower pot with herbs. The liquid in the small white bottle immediately overflowed and seeped into the soil without leaving a trace.
"Open the door!"
A noisy knock on the door made Zhang Cong panic, something bad happened!
Sister-in-law Cuihua came and knocked on the door!
"Zhang Cong, you bastard, you lie outside the wall and look at my daughter every day!"
Sister-in-law Cuihua was wearing blue cotton and linen clothes, but the poor-quality clothes could not hide her mature beauty. Zhang Xiaohua stood aside and did not dare to speak. From time to time, she tugged on her mother's sleeves and whispered: "Mother, please
Otherwise forget it..."
"Forget it? Is it easy for me to raise you by myself since you were a child? I didn't let in so many wealthy squires who came to propose marriage. If you continue to indulge like this, won't it ruin your reputation?"
"I can't be a human anymore!"
Hearing the knock on the door, Zhang Cong dared to open the door. He just stood in the courtyard and tiptoed, listening to the conversation between mother and daughter outside the door.
"Mom, maybe I heard it wrong just now, maybe it's a wild cat!"
"You're still not my daughter, and you're actually talking to this useless guy? If I had known he would grow up to be such a loser, I wouldn't have let you two play together even if I was a kid!"
"You are not allowed to deal with a poor boy again. The young master of the Li Mansion in this town has also taken a liking to you, but we are a well-known family in this town. If you deal with this wild boy again, be careful of losing your reputation!"
After saying that, Mrs. Cuihua waved her sleeves and left. Before leaving, Zhang Xiaohua glanced at the door helplessly and thought to herself, Brother Zhang Cong, was it really you just now?
Zhang Cong, who was inside the door, broke out in a cold sweat. He checked through the crack in the door that the mother and daughter had left, and then returned to the house angrily. The thought of not being able to see Xiaohua anymore made him extremely uncomfortable.
Push the door and enter the house.
The scene in front of him suddenly made his eyes look a little surprised.
I saw a flower pot with a Ganoderma lucidum planted at the end of the kang. The Ganoderma lucidum inside actually bloomed and was obviously larger than before.
I read it wrong?
Zhang Cong rubbed his eyes.
This Ganoderma lucidum was picked in the back mountain. Because it was too small, no one ever bought it in the town. It would be a waste if it were lost. There happened to be an unused flower pot at home, so Zhang Cong planted the small Ganoderma lucidum in it.
, it has always been about the size of half a palm, and has not grown much for several months.
Ganoderma lucidum is a precious herbal medicine that grows very slowly. A palm-sized Ganoderma lucidum takes thirty to fifty years to grow. The Ganoderma lucidum grown by oneself is only five or six years old. This kind of Ganoderma lucidum is not very effective and is not used by anyone.
Willing to buy.
But the Ganoderma lucidum in front of me is now the size of a palm. I just walked out of the house, so why is the Ganoderma lucidum so big? Could it be that I saw it wrong?
He lit a candle, squatted on the ground and looked at it carefully. The stamens of Ganoderma lucidum were pale white in color and exuded a refreshing aroma. After taking a sip, he felt relaxed and happy.
What surprised him even more was that the Ganoderma lucidum was still growing at a speed visible to the naked eye...
What's happening here?
He was suddenly stunned. The Ganoderma lucidum that was the size of a palm a few seconds ago slowly unfolded and became the size of a fan!
Zhang Cong has never seen Ganoderma lucidum the size of a fan.
I just heard from some herbal traders in town that it takes thirty to fifty years for a palm-sized Ganoderma lucidum to grow, and at least two hundred years for a fan-sized Ganoderma lucidum to grow.
Suddenly, he looked at the small white bottle that had been tipped over in the flowerpot. There was a sky-blue liquid in the bottle that was slowly dripping into the soil of the flowerpot. Every drop that fell was quickly absorbed by the soil greedily.
Could it be the liquid in this bottle?
Zhang Cong frowned, and he suddenly lifted up the small white bottle. The blue liquid no longer fell down, and the Ganoderma lucidum had indeed stopped growing.
hiss……
Zhang Cong was shocked. Could it be that this little white bottle contained some kind of natural treasure?
This liquid can actually shorten the growth cycle of plants for two hundred years in an instant. Could it be that this is a low-level treasure?
Staring at the small white bottle with half of the liquid left, Zhang Cong couldn't restrain his curiosity and stretched out his tongue to lick the liquid on it.
"Stab it..."
so spicy!!
Zhang Cong felt a sharp pain on the tip of his tongue, followed by an unbearable spiciness. He scooped out a gourdful of well water from the water tank and gargled for a long time before the spiciness was slightly relieved.
Fortunately, he didn't drink the liquid. If he had just drank it, wouldn't he be in pain to death now?
Looking at the small white bottle in his hand, and then at the Ganoderma lucidum that had grown to look like two hundred years old, Zhang Cong suddenly felt excited.
The two-hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum is a priceless treasure in this town!
Even a fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum plant can be sold for more than ten taels of silver.
Wouldn't two hundred years of Ganoderma lucidum be sold for a hundred taels of silver?
He didn't know exactly how much it could be sold for.
He only knew that there was a family named Ma in the neighboring village. Their ancestors also made a living by collecting herbal medicines. The old man of the Ma family also collected a 200-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in the mountains, sold it, and then rebuilt the house. It has been used for three generations so far.
, still no worries about food and drink.
One Ganoderma lucidum can provide you with food and drink for three lifetimes...
With this money, can I propose marriage to Zhang Xiaohua?
With this thought in his mind, Zhang Cong's face was already happy. Seeing that there was still half a bottle of liquid in the bottle, he decided to pour it all in.
Half a bottle of spiritual liquid can shorten the life cycle of Ganoderma lucidum by two hundred years. If another half bottle is poured in, wouldn't it be able to grow to four hundred years?
But even though he thought so, Zhang Cong didn't do it. After thinking about it, he finally kept the remaining half bottle of spiritual liquid.
"Two hundred years of Ganoderma lucidum..."
Looking at the thick brown Ganoderma lucidum in front of him, exuding bursts of refreshing medicinal fragrance, Zhang Cong couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Just when Zhang Cong was still wondering how much the Ganoderma lucidum could be sold for, a strange idea suddenly came to his mind.
Can this spiritual liquid only be used to grow Ganoderma lucidum?
According to Zhang Cong's guess, the liquid in this small white bottle seems to be some kind of advanced liquid that is beneficial to plant growth. Plants absorb the liquid and grow thousands of times faster.
What if you drip this liquid onto your own fruit trees?
