Stepmother in charge: Making a fortune through farming and raising her children to fight back

The workshops in Qinjia Village began to resume work, and the school reopened. Everyone began to return to their previous busy state, and the entire Qinjia Village returned to its peaceful and tranquil state.

But, it’s just Qinjia Village.

That afternoon, the village heads of several nearby villages all came to Qinjia Village.

After receiving the notice, the village chief did not dare to let these people into the village, so he could only go to a small woods outside the village to talk.

The head of Yunjia Village sighed and said, "So the county magistrate has given us a new prescription, but the herbs are almost all used up now. We can find honeysuckle in the mountains, but it's a drop in the bucket."

The head of Chenjia Village was also filled with grief. "Our village isn't like you, nestled against the mountains. We don't even know where to get grass right now. We rely on the county magistrate for support, but he can't fully take care of us. There's a serious shortage of medicine in the village right now, and several elderly people have died of illness. Brother Qin, please help us."

"Yes, there was a child in our village who died of a high fever before he was even a month old..." Village Chief Liu wiped his tears and said, "You don't know, this was the only child in three generations of their family. He's gone like crazy. The whole family is going crazy."

"It's not that we haven't thought about going to the county magistrate, but the illness in the city is more serious than in our country, and the medicine is even less available, let alone us."

"Village Chief Qin, for all our years of friendship, please help us. Thousands of lives are at stake..."

Village chief Qin knew that the flu in other places might not be controlled as well as theirs, but he never expected it to be so serious.

Although many people in their village had fever, the situation was not serious enough to cause death. Because of timely control, the situation is now better.

When the flu first broke out, their Qinjia Village stockpiled a lot of medicinal materials, and many people went to the mountains to pick various herbs. He really didn't know how much they had stockpiled.

These medicinal herbs are all kept in the warehouse in Yun Zhenzhen's workshop. Every time he takes out the herbs, he needs to get approval from both him and Yun Zhenzhen. In fact, he himself has no idea how much is left in the warehouse.

"We do have some medicinal herbs left in our village." Yun Zhenzhen's voice came over. She was wearing several layers of masks on her face, but her voice was still clear. The patrol team not only called the village chief, but also told her about this matter, so they rushed over.

"These herbs can also be used by you, but there is no free lunch in the world. You must spend money to buy them."

Astragalus, a relatively precious herb in the city, is scarce, but there are still quite a few honeysuckle flowers left that were picked by the villagers before, which can achieve the same effect when used to make medicine.

She continued, "Just pay according to the price in the city's pharmacies. Astragalus is fifty coins per jin, and honeysuckle is ten coins per jin."

Several people present breathed a sigh of relief. They were worried that the people from Qinjia Village would ask for an exorbitant amount of money, and they were even mentally prepared to be ripped off, so they brought all the money raised in the village.

As expected of the Ruyi'an people canonized by His Majesty, her vision is far superior to everyone present.

If this matter were to happen to them, with such scarce resources in their hands, there's no guarantee that their bottom line would be shaken...

Village Chief Yun: "Our Yunjia Village needs five kilograms of astragalus and twenty kilograms of honeysuckle."

Village Chief Chen: "There are not as many people in our village as there are in yours, so let's start with three pounds of astragalus and ten pounds of honeysuckle."

"..."

After calculating the price, they handed the money to them, and then Yun Zhenzhen sent people to transport the medicinal materials out of the village. After receiving the herbs, the village heads rushed back to the village without stopping.

These are life-saving drugs...

Watching the village chiefs disappear from her sight, Yun Zhenzhen did not feel much relieved.

When she came back from the city today, she only saw that order had been maintained, but she did not realize the seriousness of the problem.

County Magistrate Wang has always loved his people like his own children. If there were still medicinal herbs in the warehouse, he would not have watched the village run out of medicine. That only meant that the city was already stretched to the limit.

If the flu in the city cannot be controlled, then their Qinjia Village will not be able to remain immune.

She was about to speak to the village chief about this when he spoke first, "I imagine the city is also short of medicinal herbs. Niece Yun, how much do you have left?"

"I'm using them sparingly," Yun Zhenzhen said dryly. "My family already stockpiled quite a bit of herbs. Plus, we went shopping in the city that day, and the villagers have brought back quite a bit from the mountains recently. There's still quite a bit left in the warehouse. If I keep enough for myself, I should be able to spare quite a bit."

The village chief couldn't help but sigh, "Thanks to the Yun family's niece's strategic planning, we were able to quickly stockpile a batch of medicinal herbs, which saved us from falling into a desperate situation."

"Then we can do as the village chief said and send a batch of medicinal herbs to the city." Yun Zhenzhen made a quick decision: "But we can't be taken advantage of. We have to keep what the villagers need and sell the rest in the city. The profit can be divided equally among everyone or used as a public account for the village. We can't let everyone work for nothing."

Qin Li was busy all day and when he finally got a chance to rest at night, he was given another sacred task: to deliver medicinal materials to Yunding County.

He found two companions and drove an ox cart all the way to the city. The refugees who used to be everywhere on the road had been pacified by the county magistrate in the past few days. They were taken to practice Taoism during the day and fell asleep at night, so the road was very quiet.

As soon as the carriage stopped at the gate of the county government office and Qin Li jumped out, the bailiff came over and said, "Isn't this Mr. Qin? What's the important matter that brings you here so late at night?"

Qin Lilai went back and forth several times, and the officials in the yamen all knew him, so they greeted him warmly.

Qin Li said, "I heard that there's a shortage of medicinal herbs in the city recently. We just happened to have a stockpile of them in our village and are sending them over to the county lord."

The county magistrate, upon hearing the news, hurried out in disbelief. He walked quickly to the ox cart and lifted the curtain. There were several sacks underneath, all filled with various medicinal herbs.

When he saw the full cart, County Magistrate Wang's face was full of disbelief.

Although I used honeysuckle instead of astragalus some time ago, there are so many people in the city and I consume it twice a day, so I ran out of medicine yesterday.

The county magistrate has changed the dosage from twice a day to once a day. Those with mild symptoms are not allowed to get the medicine. Only those with serious symptoms can come.

County Magistrate Wang had been thinking about sending a letter to the governor these past few days, hoping that he could transfer some medicinal materials for emergency relief, but after writing three or four letters, he received no reply.

"Where did you get so many medicines? Do the villagers still have medicines? Don't send them all over." County Magistrate Wang asked with surprise and emotion.

It really is worthy of being Qinjia Village, it really is worthy of being his lucky village.