Chapter 105 - 105 94 Promise (Additional 40000 recommendation votes from Yun Qi)

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105: Chapter 94: Promise (Additional 40000 recommendation votes from Yun Qi) 105: Chapter 94: Promise (Additional 40000 recommendation votes from Yun Qi) Moreover, Manbao quietly thought to herself that if she could buy a donkey, she would definitely let her father and elder brother use it first. That way, they wouldn’t have to work so hard on the farm. Keke, “...Host, how about planting ginger? It’s easier to plant than yams, and its value isn’t low either.” Keke had already thought out the seeds for her and took the initiative to open the mall, searching for ginger on her behalf. The search results page was quite comprehensive, with a variety of different strains. Keke scanned the piece of dried ginger inside Manbao’s pocket and quickly found several varieties that were very similar to it, then displayed them at the forefront for Manbao to see. It explained, “There are smaller pieces of ginger and also bigger ones, and the intensity of the flavor also varies. These five are the closest to the ginger genetics of this time and space. Host, you can take a look first; their yields all differ.” Manbao took a look and noticed that they were all sold in five-pound packs; there were none that were one pound each. However, the price for five pounds wasn’t very high, just ten points. Manbao was surprised, “Why are your ginger pieces so cheap?” Keke said, “Because they are plentiful and easy to propagate.” To fully demonstrate how ginger pieces grow easily, Keke even told her a story. “There is a small story about ginger. In the ancient times, cough, our time’s ancient past, which should be just some time after your era.” Manbao: ...So am I an ancient person from ancient times? Suddenly, a sense of pride welled up inside Manbao’s heart. What should she do? Hmph, I’m your ancestor. “There were two neighboring households with vegetable gardens, but they didn’t get along with each other. One household planted ginger close to the fence in their garden,” Keke continued with the story. “The other household also wanted to plant ginger, but due to their poor relationship, they felt awkward asking for seeds. So, they spread manure soil over their portion of the garden near the ginger and diligently watered, weeded, and loosened the soil.” “By the time winter hadn’t even arrived, ginger had grown from beneath the fence into their garden, sprouting and growing. From then on, they also had ginger plants.” Manbao was amazed and couldn’t help but exclaim in her mind. “So as long as the soil is fertile enough, ginger is quite easy to grow, and one begets ten, ten beget a hundred. It couldn’t be easier.” Manbao, eyeing the five-pound pack of ginger in the mall, was tempted and didn’t hesitate to buy a pack. Keke took receipt of the goods for her and then stored it in the system, saying, “Host, remember to buy a donkey after you sell the ginger for money.” It said, “You can also buy various useful items in the mall with the points you get after recording the donkey.” Manbao nodded perfunctorily, already planning in her heart how she was going to plant the ginger pieces. However, she was curious, “If ginger is so easy to plant, why is there so little of it? Ginger is quite expensive.” “It might be because in your era the dissemination of information is backward and the circulation of goods is slow,” Keke said. “There are few people planting ginger pieces, but many consume it. Ginger has many uses, I have scanned it — wealthy families use it daily for brewing tea and never lack ginger.” So the only ones lacking ginger are you, the poor folks. Manbao pondered for a bit as if planning something in her mind. With the donkey cart, they moved much faster. Everyone quickly returned to the place they visited yesterday, only to find that the laborers had already moved a great deal forward. Since a lot of soil had been filled in, the reinforced parts of the official road were much easier to travel on, even if there was a lot of dust when walking over it. The laborers saw a donkey cart stop not far from them and watched as three particularly familiar little heads peeked out from the middle. They knew that the three children from yesterday had come again. Someone shouted, “Zhou Sanlang, your younger brothers and sister are here to see you again!” Everyone envied Zhou Sanlang a great deal. Manbao had already jumped off the cart and ran forward with Bai Shanbao, carrying the Small book box. They greeted Zhou Sanlang and went straight to the petty official to carry on with yesterday’s issues. Zhou Sanlang, who was bloated with mixed feelings and about to persuade his younger sister not to come tomorrow, was left standing to one side, alone: ... As Manbao said she would, she really tried to ask every single person. Both she and Bai Shanbao had exceptionally good memories; they remembered everyone they had questioned, even each person’s family circumstances could be recollected. They even knew how many chickens each household was raising, inquired about with utmost clarity. Zhou Wulang watched his sister for a while, and seeing her sitting honestly with the Bai Family’s young master, holding their notebooks and asking questions while jotting things down, he stopped bothering about them and joined Zhou Liulang at the side of the road in the field, clearing up a spot. They unloaded the wooden tub and big pot they had brought along. The bones had been chopped up at home, but the radishes were still muddy. Zhou Liulang stayed behind to pick up stones and build a simple stove, while Zhou Wulang carried a water bucket to fetch water from a nearby stream. When choosing the location for the thatched cottages they contracted the laborers to build, they had picked a place near water for convenient water access. Therefore, finding a water source was not difficult for them. The petty official was initially hanging around Manbao for fun and, seeing that something was off on the other side, was about to go over and stop them. What was all this commotion about? Manbao spared a glance and waved her little hand at the approaching petty official, “Big brother, don’t go help. My Fifth Brother and they might have it handled.” The petty official paused mid-step and asked, “What are they up to?” Manbao said, “Cooking meat soup.” She said, “When we came yesterday and saw everyone eating cold flatbread and drinking cold water, you are working with my Third Brother, which means you are just like a brother to me, and it made me feel so sorry for you all. So when I got home, I told my parents about it, and I wanted to cook meat soup for everyone. That way, even if the flatbread served is cold, with hot soup it would still warm your stomachs.” Manbao said, “Don’t worry, it’s really cheap, just two coins for a bowl. In a little bit, big brother official, you should go have some too.” The petty official’s eyes widened, and it took him a moment to grasp what she meant — they were doing business right there. He doubted for a moment, “Is it really meat soup? It’s not just a pot of boiled water to trick us, is it?” Manbao was displeased, “Petty official big brother, am I that kind of person?” The petty official then fell silent and did not go to stop them anymore. Forget it, as long as they weren’t causing a disturbance on the official road or obstructing the road construction, and were just setting up a stove on the side in the fields, what harm did it do? Knowing that there would be a rest at noon, Manbao was not in a hurry. After questioning about ten people and Bai Shanbao expressing that his little hand was starting to ache, they packed up the notebook, planning to rest before taking more notes. After all, the only ones who wrote fairly well were Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang. Since Bai Erlang had found something more interesting to do today, enthusiastically running around helping Zhou Liulang gather firewood, he wasn’t in the least interested in listening to the household gossip, so Bai Shanbao was the one who did all the note-taking. After all, Bai Shanbao is young, with tender hands, tired of writing after a while. Manbao, too, was concerned about the meat soup at their home, so after swallowing her saliva, she pulled Bai Shanbao away to join the excitement. Zhou Wulang returned with water, and seeing that the large pot was already set up on a mound of earth, he poured the water in it. After cleaning the pork bones, he threw them into the pot, and Zhou Wulang closed the lid and let Sixth start the fire.

Chapter 105 - 105 94 Promise (Additional 40000 recommendation votes from Yun Qi)

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