The road to wealth of a peasant widow

It was finally night. After Chen Cui coaxed Sui Sui to sleep, she took the sickle and water scoop that she had put away beforehand and entered the space.

When she entered this place again, she still felt uneasy and a little dreamy.

The yams, yam beans, radishes and green onions that she had thrown in during the day were scattered randomly in front of the wooden house, still as fresh as before.

She laboriously used a sickle to dig several holes in the black soil and buried all the things.

Fortunately, there was a wheel on the well with a wooden barrel hanging inside, otherwise she would have to find a way to get the barrel from home in.

She watered the plants and began to explore the space.

Chen Cui measured the land with her feet and estimated that it was about sixty or seventy square meters, about the size of one mu of land. It was not big, but if this land could accelerate plant growth as she thought, then she would make a fortune.

In her spare time, she had read several books on farming. The land in that space could accelerate the growth of plants, and a crop could be harvested in just a dozen days or even a few days.

If you plant precious medicinal herbs like ginseng and ganoderma lucidum, it won’t take long for them to become century-old medicines, which are really valuable!

Although this setting is indeed a bit exaggerated, Chen Cui felt that it was not quite reasonable at the time and complained about it, but now, she has begun to hope that she will have such an opportunity!

She even wondered if the well in front of the door had any spiritual power. Aren't there some kind of spiritual spring that can cleanse the hair and marrow? Maybe this well has that power too!

However, no matter how much she thought about it, she knew that her thoughts were too outrageous!

As for the water drawn from the well, she didn't even dare to use it to wash her hands, let alone drink it. She only dared to use it to water the newly planted things, for fear that something might be wrong and would harm herself.

She walked around the wooden house dozens of times, but apart from a few simple pieces of furniture, there were no other clues, so she didn't find anything.

Any elixir, any secret manual, none of them exist!

This made Chen Cui somewhat disappointed. The fertile soil, spiritual springs, elixirs and secret books in the novel seemed to be a set of items. Either none of them were found, or they appeared together. There was nothing in the wooden house, which also lowered her expectations for the black soil and the well.

Although the black soil and the white mist surrounding the wooden house had no substance, it was like an invisible barrier that blocked her within this circle and prevented her from exploring outside.

There was only this small space, and after Chen Cui had explored enough, she sat on a chair in the room and sighed softly.

She was blessed to be reborn in another world, to have a space, land for planting, and wells for watering. She was already a favorite of heaven, so she should stop being greedy and wanting more!

People should be content with what they have and lower their expectations in order to gain more satisfaction!

After figuring all this out, Chen Cui left the space, lay down on the bed and fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, Chen Cui got up, changed Sui Sui's diaper, dressed her, put her in the room of her three brothers, and went into the kitchen to start working.

She planned to go into the mountains alone today, and might not come back at noon, leaving the four children at home, so she had to make more food for them to heat up and eat themselves.

"Mom, how can you do it alone? Let me go with you!" Changping said worriedly.

Chang'an and Changfu also clamored to go together to help their mother.

"I'm not going anywhere else, I'm going to the land we've been to before, what are you afraid of! Besides, we're running out of flour. You have to grind flour at home today and take care of Suisui. These are not things that one person can do." Chen Cui said.

After hearing what his mother said, Changping finally gave up insisting on going with her, and instead gave her some careful instructions on what to pay attention to on the mountain.

It feels so good to have someone care about you. Chen Cui didn't think he was nagging, but patted her son's shoulder with great satisfaction: "Mom knows, Changping has become an adult now!"

Changping felt a little embarrassed and blushed when he heard this. Mother is praising me!

Chen Cui couldn't help but laugh. This child was so thin-skinned that her face turned red with embarrassment after just such a compliment.

After dinner, she packed all the tools at home, including the hatchet, sickle, sack, rope, etc. into a backpack, and went into the mountains with two steamed buns and two pots of water.

She came here today just to explore, so she was not in a hurry to travel. Instead, she walked slowly, looking around as she walked, and paying attention to the flowers, plants and trees around her from time to time.

As she was walking, something fell from the sky, hit Chen Cui on the head, and then fell into the backpack behind her.

She put down the backpack with her hands covering her head and searched carefully inside. She wanted to see what had hit her on the head.

After searching for a while, Chen Cui actually found a yellowish-brown fruit from it, which was exactly the Qinggang fruit she had seen before.

She looked up and took a closer look at the tall iron oak tree next to her. She felt that it looked more and more familiar. It seemed to be the Chinese oak tree she had seen when she was traveling before!

Chen Cui saw the Castanopsis glauca tree when she visited a village in Shuzhong.

Many Chinese oak trees have been planted in that place since ancient times, all over the mountains and plains. Over the years, the locals have exploited the utilization of this tree to the extreme.

The wood of the cycad is solid and can be used to make furniture, build houses and even build ships. It can also be used to make charcoal. The fruit of the cycad is also edible and can be made into tofu, jelly, and can be fried or boiled.

The old people in the village also said that in the past when the harvest was bad and there was a shortage of food, Qinggangzi saved many people's lives. It has a high starch content, and the powder ground from it can be used as flour to make pancakes and noodles, but the taste is not very good.

Not only that, the bark of Cyclobalanopsis glauca also has certain medicinal value and is a traditional Chinese medicine.

However, the process of grinding Qinggangzi into powder is complicated, it is difficult to preserve, and the taste is average. Later, when living conditions improved and everyone had enough food, no one was willing to go through the trouble.

Nowadays, only some nostalgic elderly people occasionally make some Qinggangzi tofu as a way to reminisce the past.

Chen Cui lived in that village for more than half a month. She witnessed the process of peeling Qinggangzi, grinding it into powder and then making it into tofu. She also tasted the final product. Although it was not as delicious as tofu made from soybeans, it also had its own flavor.

Chen Cui observed it carefully and found that the tree in front of her, called the iron oak tree, looked exactly like the cycad tree. Even the size and color of the fruit were very similar!

The reason why she didn't think of it before was because the names of the two trees were very different, and the fruits of the Quercus glauca she had seen were all brown, while the fruits of the iron oak tree in front of her were mostly green, probably not yet ripe, and were hidden among the green leaves and not conspicuous at all.

Also, according to the locals, the fruit of the iron oak tree is called acorn, which is poisonous and cannot be eaten.

The main use of iron oak in the local area is to make furniture and build houses. The handles of many farm tools are made of iron oak and coated with tung oil, which can be used for many years.

Now the oaks have begun to mature sporadically. I think in a while, the fruits on the mountain will be fully ripe and turn brown.

In this day and age, as long as something is edible and can fill the stomach, there will be no shortage of people wanting it.

At that time, as long as you use it reasonably and operate it properly, there will always be a way to make a profit from it.