Reborn in 1965, I can obtain resources just by sweeping the floor.

"Director Zhang, I really do have a favor to ask. My uncle is planning to get some high-quality, high-yield seeds for our village. They'll be sent to the county tomorrow. Could you find a vehicle to transport them back to our village?"

"No problem, it's no big deal. I'll arrange for a truck from the bureau to transport the seeds back for you tomorrow."

This kind of thing is nothing to Director Zhao; the Materials Bureau itself has several large trucks.

After saying goodbye to Director Zhao, Su Chen went to the pharmaceutical company to buy some seeds and inquire about the purchase price of Chinese herbal medicines. Once the wasteland behind the house is reclaimed, the medicinal herbs planted can be sold to the pharmaceutical bureau. Of course, this matter still needs to be discussed with Yang Dazhuang.

The next day, Su Chen boarded a large truck transporting seeds and returned to Kaoshantun around 2 p.m.

"The driver should come down and have a drink of water, and let them unload the truck first."

Su Chen led the driver to the village committee meeting room, poured himself a cup of tea from the thermos, and then told the driver to wait there for him, saying he would be right back.

In just over ten or twenty minutes, Su Chen returned to the village committee carrying a cloth bag. By then, the seeds on the truck had been unloaded.

"Master, please take these things."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. This thing is really good. If you ever need a vehicle in the future, just come to the supply bureau and find me. My name is Zhao Lei. Just ask for Lei in the driver's team."

Seeing the two wild rabbits, three pheasants, and some dried mushrooms in the bag, Zhao Lei's appetite was immediately whetted. Remembering that Su Chen had given him two packs of cigarettes when he got on the bus, Zhao Lei thought this young man was someone he could get along with. So he gave Su Chen his contact information and told Su Chen to come find him in the county town.

After the truck left, several villagers gathered around the batch of seeds, looking at them again and again.

“Brother Mancang, I’m over sixty years old and I’ve never seen such plump seeds before. I think these seeds will definitely yield a good harvest.”

"Yes, these seeds are amazing. I've never seen such good seeds before. Look at these soybeans, they're simply wonderful."

Seeing such good seeds, Yang Dazhuang felt more confident and immediately said that he would plant this batch of spring wheat as soon as possible.

“Uncle Yang, I went to the pharmaceutical company yesterday and saw that they also buy medicinal herbs. My master told me that there are many medicinal herbs in the forests of our mountain. Why don’t we organize people to harvest them and then trade them with the pharmaceutical company? Wouldn’t that give the village an extra source of income?”

"In addition, there are mushrooms, wood ear fungus, wild vegetables, hazelnuts, pine cones and other things in the forest, which are all wealth! We can make full use of the forest and it will definitely bring benefits to our fellow villagers."

“I’ve thought about it before, but as you know, there are wolves and wild boars in the forest. The able-bodied young people would definitely have to work in the fields. Only the elderly, the weak, or women and children can go into the mountains to collect herbs. It’s too dangerous.”

So that's how it is. Su Chen really hadn't thought of that, but he certainly wouldn't give up on the idea.

“Uncle Yang, I think this matter has potential. This is the price I found out. There are about several dozen acres of wasteland here. If we plant medicinal herbs on them, and harvest some from the forest, it can bring great benefits to the village. It won’t be a problem for each household to get an extra ten or eight yuan during the New Year.”

Upon hearing that each family could receive an extra ten or eight yuan, Yang Dazhuang's eyes immediately lit up. Last year, each household only received a little grain, and the money was practically nonexistent, amounting to only a few yuan or eight mao per household. Otherwise, Yang Dahei's family wouldn't have been so reluctant to spend money on medicine for their grandson.

"Is it really going to work? What if we end up not making any money after all that effort? Those people from the Revolutionary Committee are watching us closely."

"Uncle Yang, you can rest assured about this. If they want to keep an eye on things, let them. If they're so capable, let them go to the fields and keep an eye on things so that the crops can yield more. That would be their contribution to the village."

Yang Dazhuang quickly made up his mind. Since it was a collective matter anyway, he would hold a meeting that evening to discuss it, and if everyone agreed, then they would do it that way.

That evening, Yang Dazhuang convened a village meeting. When everyone heard that they could make so much money by buying medicinal herbs, their eyes lit up, and they couldn't wait to go to the forest to harvest herbs right away.

"Quiet down, everyone, don't rush. Here's the thing: the young and middle-aged people in the village are still mainly engaged in farming. We can let those teenagers and the elderly and weak comrades go to the woods. They won't earn many centimeters a day, only two to four centimeters. At the end of the year, the points will be settled and distributed to each household."

“Village chief, we don’t have any grown children, does that mean we can’t go into the forest to collect medicinal herbs? If so, when it’s time to distribute the money at the end of the year, will we not get any?”

A young man in his early twenties stood up and asked somewhat reluctantly.

This is a question that many people are concerned about, since not every family has a child who is already a teenager.

"Of course it's not calculated that way. The harvested medicinal herbs are handed over to the village for unified management, and they will be included in the harvest for that year. If you want to harvest medicinal herbs, that's fine too, as long as you don't mind having too few work points."

Sitting to the side, Zhang Cuihua tried to speak up to stop him several times, but in the end she couldn't find a reason to refute it. You say it's capitalism, but they don't have private trade. Besides, the things growing in the forest can't be said to be taking up farmland for food. In the end, she could only helplessly watch Yang Dazhuang assign tasks.

……

"Thank you, little brother. I knew you wouldn't forget us when something good happened. Don't worry, we will never hold you back and will make sure we handle things perfectly."

When Bai Peiyao and Feng Lan heard that Yang Dazhuang had asked them to be in charge of organizing and recording the types and quantities of medicinal herbs harvested, they knew that it was all thanks to Su Chen. Otherwise, how could they, as educated youth, have gotten to do such a good thing?

Although some people in the village were unhappy about this, considering Su Chen's identity as a little miracle doctor, who could guarantee they wouldn't get sick? Offending him now might lead to trouble if he didn't treat them properly later. It wasn't worth offending Su Chen over such a small matter.

Furthermore, they also understood a principle: they needed two people to make a fuss and secure the spot for the villagers, but in the end, it might not even go to them. If they offended people and didn't get any benefits, wouldn't that be even more of a loss?

Starting from the second day, Su Chen led a group of teenagers, along with some elderly people, to conduct a large-scale sweep around the outer perimeter of the back mountain. First, he taught them to identify medicinal herbs, and then how to harvest and process them.

To ensure everyone's safety, Su Chen also invited his master, Hu Xingming, to the mountain to guard the people and prevent wild animals from appearing.

Su Chen leveled a large area of ​​wasteland next to the courtyard to dry the herbs. Bai Peiyao and Feng Lan were responsible for counting work points and turning the herbs over to dry.

After more than half a month of harvesting and drying, the first batch of herbs met the standards for sale.

Early that morning, Su Che had Yang Erlin bring the oxcart, and then several people helped load several large sacks of medicinal herbs onto the oxcart.

Yang Dazhuang originally wanted to send someone to help Su Chen, but after seeing Su Chen's strength, he immediately gave up the idea.

Upon arriving at the pharmaceutical company, after presenting the letter of introduction from the village, the staff began to count the herbs Su Che had brought. Some were worth a few cents per kilogram, while others were worth a few dimes per kilogram. The four or five hundred kilograms of herbs sold for just over one hundred yuan.

After carefully putting away the certificate issued by the pharmaceutical company, Su Chen turned and left the counter. Just as he stepped outside, he heard a commotion not far ahead, as if someone had fainted.

Nowadays, there are no elderly people on the streets who stage accidents to extort money. If someone dared to do so, their children and grandchildren would be unable to hold their heads high in the area. Unlike in later generations, where people can fall on the street and no one would dare to approach them.

Su Chen hurried over and saw an elderly man in his sixties lying on the ground in the crowd, his face pale and his eyes closed. Several young comrades were half-squatting in front of the old man, anxiously calling out to him.

Since we've encountered this situation, we can't just ignore it. Besides, there's a reward to be won.

"Judging from the old man's condition, it seems to be a sudden heart attack. I can alleviate his symptoms." As he spoke, Su Chen squeezed forward, squatted down, and took out silver needles from his pocket.