You are my golden finger

The summer insects began to sing, making the night in the mountain village particularly quiet. A waning moon hung on the top of the mountain like a scimitar, adding a bit of weirdness to the night in the mountains. A timid person would never dare to go out on such a night.

Lin Xijin was not among them. She jumped out from the back door, saying "No need to follow" and disappeared, leaving only the sluggish figure of the secret guard.

The shadows of the trees swayed by the pond, and the overgrown vines were made into all kinds of scary shapes at the instigation of the night wind. The surface of the pond was rippled and glowing.

A whistle sounded in the bushes not far away. Soon, the big tiger and the wolf pack appeared in front of her. The big tiger and the wolf leader each rubbed her legs affectionately.

Lin Xijin touched their heads and said, "Are you greedy? You haven't eaten the treasures I gave you for a long time. Did you miss me?"

The big tiger and the wolves responded with a few noises and then began to devour the food voraciously.

Lin Xijin took this opportunity to water the fruit trees. The fruit trees have all survived, some have blossomed and produced small fruits. The grapes have sprouted green vines.

Da Hu and the wolves had eaten and drunk their fill, but still did not leave. They accompanied her in watering the medicinal herbs and melon fields at the back of the mountain, and then reluctantly went into the bushes.

After coming down the mountain, taking advantage of the cover of night, Lin Xijin was like a night elf, speeding along the village roads, watering the trees along the road. The villagers cherished these trees and maintained them well, and not a single tree died.

He also filled several ponds with some spiritual spring water before returning to his room to rest.

"Bang bang bang". After finishing exercising with the family and before having time to eat breakfast, the sound of beating gongs came from the direction of Zhangshutou. The four older children grabbed a steamed bun in each hand and ran out, leaving Jin'an anxiously behind.

Jinan couldn't keep up with the older ones, so he could only go back to find Lin Xijin: "Sister, go!"

Even a small child knows how to join in the fun. Lin Xijin picked up Jinan resignedly. Fearing that he was hungry, she also helped him get a steamed bun for him to chew on, and took him to the top of the camphor tree to watch the fun. Qipo and Qiuyan also followed.

In fact, the clan leader and the village head called everyone together just to announce what they had discussed last night, which was within Lin Xijin's expectations.

"I'm calling everyone together today to announce three things: the first is that the whole village will have a lunch at noon on the Dragon Boat Festival; the second is that each household can reclaim wasteland according to the population in the village to plant medicinal herbs. The medicinal herb seedlings will be provided by Jin'er and can be delivered in ten days. The money for the seedlings will be deducted when the herbs are collected. Jin'er will purchase all the grown medicinal herbs at the market price; the third is that girls aged twelve to fifteen in the village can sign up to help Jin'er process the medicinal herbs, for a monthly wage of 800 wen. Boys can participate in martial arts training every morning, and in the future they can help transport goods to Kyoto, for wen a day." The clan leader announced while holding the simple loudspeaker given to him by Lin Xijin.

When the villagers heard each piece of news, which was more exciting than the last, they were immediately in an uproar and started talking about it.

"Oh, my eldest girl is just twelve years old. She can go and help Jin girl process the medicinal materials!"

"Alas, what a pity! My little girl is only eleven years old and can't get a share."

"Erdan, come and sign up. If you practice well, you can follow the convoy to Kyoto."

Various noises came one after another.

"Everyone be quiet, I haven't finished yet! Jin'er said that we are recruiting the first batch of people now, and the requirements are lower. But they must also be able to read and count, and boys must have martial arts skills when they go out, because the world outside is not peaceful, and they must be able to protect themselves. In the future, recruitment will be more strict, and those with promising prospects can be arranged to be shopkeepers. Everyone should study hard and educate children carefully." The patriarch emphasized again.

Next is the time for girls and boys aged twelve to fifteen to register, and the clan leader and village head are responsible for registration.

Everyone can participate in the practice. They gather at the top of the camphor tree at 11:00 in the morning. The young group is taught by Wu Lei, a secret guard of the General's Mansion. The old group is taught Tai Chi, which takes only three to five days, so Lin Xijin had to do it herself.

Once the arrangements are made, the tasks will be carried out by others. The cold-tempered Lin Xijin fled in panic amid the villagers' thanks, unable to bear the enthusiasm of the uncles and aunts.

On that day, the villagers were busy reclaiming the wasteland, fearing that when the medicinal herb seedlings arrived, they would have no land to plant.

Somehow the news spread to the two neighboring villages, perhaps the wives of Shiziwo or the married women passed the information to each other. The next day, the village chiefs of the two villages came to Shiziwo to find the head of the village and asked if they could also grow medicinal herbs in their villages.

The village head didn't dare to make the decision, so he took them to find Lin Xijin. Lin Xijin didn't care, anyway, the medicine she made now was not worried about sales. In the future, there will be more troops given to a certain prince and general Wu, just as reinforcements.

Loss? That's impossible. Just selling two hundred-year-old ginsengs to the nobles of Kyoto will make a profit. It's like robbing the rich to help the poor.

The two village chiefs received confirmation that they could grow medicinal herbs together, and they led the villagers into the arduous work of reclaiming wasteland.

They were clearing land, planting medicinal herbs, and, as Lin Xijin requested, fetching water from the pond to water the medicinal seedlings. Everyone was busy as hell. Everyone was exhausted, but their faces were full of smiles, smiles that were full of hope for life.

During this time, the restaurant owner came to deliver two loads of pigs, ducks, and fish. Lin Xijin gave him two recipes: roast duck and sour sauce white-cut duck. Because the pigs were fed with wine troughs, and the ducks and fish were raised with water mixed with spiritual springs, there was no smell of mutton, and the meat was delicious. Once served, it became a hit.

The shopkeeper was afraid that Lin Xijin would cooperate with others, so he told Lin Xijin, the clan leader, and the village head that the restaurant would cover all the products from Shiziwo and no bargaining would be allowed.

Of course, given their friendship, Lin Xijin couldn't ask for an exorbitant price, and it was only about ten cents higher than the price of a pound raised by ordinary farmers. But the villagers were like they had won a huge lottery.