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

"Yes! Yes! Xiao Su, don't leave at noon. I'll fry some eggs for you and make some peanuts. Your uncle has been talking about you these past few days, saying that he had a stroke of good luck last year and brought you back from the countryside."

"Auntie, if you praise me a couple more times, I'll be on cloud nine."

Hearing Yang Dazhuang's wife's praise, Su Chen smiled slightly.

“You silly child, I’m telling the truth. You have no idea how envious the other village chiefs and secretaries are every time we go to meetings in the township. They all envy our Kaoshantun for having such a little miracle doctor, and that he can…”

"Alright! Alright, Uncle Yang, stop praising me. If you keep praising me, I'll really get carried away. Didn't you just say you had something to do?"

Feeling a little embarrassed by Yang Dazhuang's praise, Su Chen quickly interrupted him.

Holding a handful of raw peanuts, Yang Dazhuang first poured everyone a glass of wine before speaking.

"It's like this, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the land will be sealed off in a few days. As usual, Accountant Yang did a final accounting a couple of days ago. Guess how much a worker in our village earns?"

Seeing the undisguised smile on Yang Dazhuang's face, Su Chen knew that he definitely wouldn't be going this year.

"Two cents a day?"

"Two and a half cents. This year, one GMT is two and a half cents more than last year. Although last year's damage was largely due to flash floods destroying farmland, this year is the year with the most GMT."

"Putting everything else aside, the income from medicinal herbs alone is several thousand yuan. Do you think we should expand the area for medicinal herb cultivation next year?"

Seeing the light in Yang Dazhuang's eyes, Su Chen suddenly realized that this was what Yang Dazhuang wanted to talk about.

Actually, it's not Yang Dazhuang's fault. The village's cooperative pays a certain amount, which includes grain. If you deduct the grain allotted to each person, there's hardly any money left. If a family has elderly people who can't work in the fields and several children, they'll have to pay the village money back after the grain is distributed. But the medicinal herbs cost real money. That day, when the accountant took out a stack of ten-yuan notes, Yang Dazhuang's eyes widened.

“Uncle Yang, I don’t mean to discourage you, but as you know, the ‘destroy the old and establish the new’ movement has been very serious lately, and traditional Chinese medicine has also been affected. I don’t know if pharmaceutical companies will still accept Chinese medicinal herbs in the future. Actually, we can change our approach and plant some medicinal herbs that take a long time to grow, such as ginseng or something.”

The situation is volatile now, and he can't guarantee anything. What if the village grows a lot of medicinal herbs next year, and people refuse to buy them or drastically reduce the price? There will definitely be dissenting voices in the village, and Su Chen doesn't want to be blamed by others.

"Pfft!"

"I'm telling you, you're really impulsive. There's no such thing as ginseng. Those things are rare and precious, you think they're like radishes and cabbages in the field?"

Although Yang Dazhuang felt a little sad when he heard Su Chen say that the market for medicinal herbs was not promising next year, he couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard that Su Chen actually wanted to grow ginseng.

"Uncle Yang, you have to believe in science. Ginseng can actually be grown. If you don't believe me, go ask the professors at the agricultural colleges. They will definitely know."

Seeing that Yang Dazhuang didn't believe him, Su Chen didn't know how to explain, so he could only bring up those professors. Actually, he didn't know if those professors had studied ginseng cultivation.

After standing there stunned for about half a minute, Yang Dazhuang suddenly stood up, grabbed Su Chen's hand, and walked out.

"The eggs are cooked, what are you doing dragging Xiao Su along?"

“There’s something very important to do. Wait for us… Give me the bowl, we’ll go to the back of the village to find a professor to learn how to grow ginseng.”

Taking the scrambled eggs from his wife and picking up the newly opened bottle of wine on the table, Yang Dazhuang dragged Su Chen outside.

"Uncle Yang, there's no need to be in such a hurry. It's already winter, and if you're going to plant, you'll have to wait until next year..."

"Enough with the nonsense. I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't get to the bottom of this."

Yang Dazhuang didn't give Su Chen a chance to refute, and quickly dragged him to the medicinal herb field behind the village.

"Alright! Uncle Yang, you go ahead first. I'll get two more bottles of wine and some dishes."

There are a dozen or so bad guys living around this medicinal herb field now. Your little bowl of scrambled eggs is gone in a bite each.

Soon, Su Chen brought twenty or thirty eggs, three white chickens, and a large piece of pork from his home to the house near the medicinal herb field.

"Comrade Xiao Su, why are you carrying so much stuff? Take it back quickly, we..."

The group was startled by what Su Chen was carrying. Su Chen would usually give them some food, but they really didn't dare to accept it like this.

"Professor Zhao, Professor Yuan, we're here to ask you some questions today. These aren't for you to save for the New Year; they're just snacks to go with our drinks today."

"Aunt Zheng, could you please cook some dishes for us? We'll be having lunch here today."

"Alright, we'll go cook right away. You two can chat."

Zheng Peiran knew that these were all Su Chen's excuses, just to make them feel less embarrassed, so she immediately took the things and went into the kitchen with the other person.

"Professor Yuan came here today with a question I'd like to ask. This kid just said that ginseng can be cultivated artificially. I think he's just daydreaming. You are all experts in this field..."

After moving a tree stump to sit on, Yang Dazhuang began to recount what had just happened.

“Planting ginseng? I didn’t expect you to have such a forward-thinking idea, Xiao Su. Actually, our agricultural college did some research on this topic, but it was forced to stop for some reason. I don’t know which planting method you are referring to, Xiao Su.”

After listening to Yang Dazhuang's account, a look of surprise flashed across the faces of Yuan Jianlin and the others. They knew that the topic of artificial ginseng cultivation was a new one in their agricultural college, and they did not expect that Su Chen would have such knowledge.

However, considering their interactions with Su Chen over the past few days, and how he always managed to come up with some refreshing and novel topics, Yuan Jianlin and the others were no longer so surprised.

"I can only think of three methods: one is to propagate from seeds in the fields, another is to send people into the mountains to transplant the undeveloped ones to the designated areas, and the third is to propagate ginseng from seeds in the forest..."

Su Chen explained all the methods he could think of.

“These methods are all fine, but the problem is where you're going to get so many ginseng seeds. The germination rate of ginseng seeds is extremely low, only between 10% and 30%. If each ginseng plant has 80 seeds, it can only grow into a dozen or so ginseng plants…”

It seems that Yuan Jianlin has done some research on ginseng, as he explained all the pros and cons in detail.

"The food is ready, come over quickly, it'll get cold soon."

Before they knew it, the group had been chatting for over an hour. Zheng Peiran came out of the kitchen carrying a steaming bowl of chicken pieces.

"Yes, yes! Let's eat and chat. I'd like to propose a toast to everyone."

Seeing Yang Dazhuang's enthusiastic gesture, more than a dozen people present burst into tears. They had thought that coming here would mean endless grievances and torment, but who would have thought they would be treated like this? It was unimaginable.

"Then let's listen to Professor Yuan and grow ginseng under the forest canopy. Although it takes a bit longer, it doesn't take up much space. Xiao Su, I'll leave the ginseng seed matter to you. Go out into the mountains more often and see if you can collect some seeds..."

After taking a sip of wine, Yang Dazhuang patted Su Chen on the shoulder.

“I… no problem. It’s just seeds. I’ll go into the mountains tomorrow and I won’t come down until I’ve collected several thousand seeds.”

Su Chen was taken aback at first, then patted his chest and assured him.

"No, if you don't come down the mountain, what will happen if people get sick? Do you really expect me to go and stay in the mountains alone for months?"

Upon hearing Su Chen say that he was going to the mountains to collect several thousand ginseng seeds, Yang Dazhuang hurriedly said, "Even if the whole village went up the mountain, let alone him, we wouldn't dare say we could find several thousand ginseng seeds."

Little did he know that Su Chen had already accumulated a large number of ginseng seeds in his space, and even planted tens of thousands of ginseng plants in his spirit field.

“Brother! Brother, my uncles are here again. They said if they don’t see you this time, they’ll stay here and never leave.”

"What? They're still staying here and not leaving? Let's go see what they're up to."

Just as everyone was chatting and laughing, Su Nianchen and Su Muchen ran over.

Su Chen's house was right next to the medicinal herb field. Soon they arrived at the gate and saw Lin Lao Er and Lin Lao San's wife sitting on the steps in front of the clinic with their two children.

"Dr. Su, you're finally back! If you hadn't come back, my two children would have starved to death. We know you're a good person, so you must adopt these two children..."