Who understands? He traveled through time with a high-spec spatial ability.

During this period, a batch of grain was also delivered to the Xinchang Grain Store: 7000 jin of rice, 6000 jin of flour, and 1000 jin of soybeans, bringing in 177 liang (approximately 83.5 kg).

Shopkeeper Li was extremely satisfied with the grain she delivered. The rice was fragrant, clean, and translucent, and the flour was finely ground, without any impurities. Their shop owner was quite kind; he didn't raise the price exorbitantly for such good grain, only increasing it by 2 coins per pound.

A woman bought rice to cook porridge at home and found that both the elderly and children loved it. Even the picky eater stopped being so picky; and those with weak teeth could eat the porridge without worrying about accidentally swallowing small grains of sand. The flour was so fine that people wanted to smear it on their faces, and the steamed buns made from it had a sweet and refreshing taste. As a result, the shop's business actually improved.

Manager Li officially signed a contract with Qiao Jingjing, agreeing to one transaction per month, and two transactions in the last month of the year.

After discovering the remarkable hemostatic effect of Panax notoginseng powder on external wounds, Manager Yu of Herentang had tried making his own. However, strangely, the efficacy was somewhat lacking. Therefore, he eagerly awaited the young woman's return. His master's military camp desperately needed such a wound medicine, and he was determined to close this deal.

Meanwhile, Qiao Jingjing tried making some pills, mainly because she wasn't used to drinking traditional Chinese medicine. She had stockpiled quite a bit of medicine in her own space, including some prepared Chinese medicines. The prescription and dosage were clearly written on the paper wrapping the herbs.

Following this, she made some cold and cough pills, adding honey to improve the taste and make them easier to mix. A clever person can learn anything quickly once they start thinking, and she actually succeeded. The water used to boil the medicine was from the space's well, which enhanced its medicinal properties.

Carrying the pills, Qiao Jingjing stepped into Herentang again, where Manager Yu warmly greeted her. A little confused, she wondered why the old man was being so enthusiastic. He quickly gave her the answer: she wanted more Panax notoginseng powder, and wanted a long-term supply.

Business was good, so Qiao Jingjing signed a supply agreement with Manager Yu. At the same time, she gave the newly made pills to the shop for trial use. Manager Yu immediately found patients in the shop who could handle the symptoms to try them for free. He was so eager because the pills were easy to carry, making them perfect for the military camp. Furthermore, pills were much easier to transport than herbs.

He smiled and looked at Qiao Jingjing, telling the little girl that she must come again in half a month.

After leaving the pharmacy, I went straight to Carpenter Li's house to have a batch of furniture custom-made. The house needs to be finished before winter, so I need some durable new furniture. I provided drawings for bedside tables, tatami mats, wardrobes, desks, and chairs with backs, and asked the carpenter to make them accordingly.

The carpenter was intrigued by these pieces and immediately asked if he could make the same ones for anyone who saw them and liked them. Qiao Jingjing readily agreed; they were just ordinary furniture, and she refused the commission Master Li offered. She knew he would need to make many more things in the future, and she was willing to give up such a small amount of profit.

After finishing all that, Qiao Jingjing went to a broker and bought a horse and two oxen. Now that she had money, she didn't want to compromise herself, so she returned the Qi family's carriage. After buying the horse and booking the carriage, she gave the broker some tips and had the oxen driven to the village.

The villagers, seeing the brand-new carriage and two robust oxen, were at a loss for words. People are always envious of those similar to themselves. When that person is in an absolutely high position, possessing everything unattainable for you, while your circumstances are vastly different, you can only look up to them and feel inferior.

Xuan Yi left a week after the rice planting. He didn't say goodbye to his benefactor, Qiao, before leaving. He left a line of words on the ground of the dilapidated house with wood ash: "Benefactor, until we meet again." It's unclear why he was so certain that a peasant girl could read.

The day before he left, Qiao Jingjing brought him some compressed biscuits and some other food that would keep for a long time. The biscuits were wrapped in paper after being unwrapped. She told him that they were very filling and that he only needed to eat a little at a time. She also filled his water bottle with well water; she wouldn't take the bottle back after it had been used, so she just gave it to him.

Since the transplanting, Qiao Wanjun has come to the field every day to check on the rice seedlings. Rows upon rows of neat rice seedlings, lush and green, exude vitality, a sight to behold that brings joy. These seedlings are the hope of the entire village. For those who work in the fields year-round, the scene after the planting is vastly different from before; the difference is immediately apparent.

I was initially worried that someone might sabotage it behind my back, but it turned out to be an overreaction. Firstly, this paddy field is close to the village, and the surrounding rice fields are all harvested, leaving no place to hide. Any sabotage would be discovered and there would be nowhere to hide. Secondly, most of the villagers couldn't help but feel hopeful when they saw the seedlings growing so well.

If Wan Jun's family actually succeeded in growing the rice seedlings, the whole village would definitely benefit. Otherwise, why would they have approached the village head about it before? Clearly, they intended to help the village. Therefore, everyone tacitly became tense about the seedlings; anyone who acted out of personal grudges would be making an enemy of the entire village. Bound by shared interests, they were able to unite in their hatred of the enemy.

After two months of growth, the rice has now passed the grain-filling stage and is moving towards maturity. Squeezing the husks reveals signs of dryness, and the leaves are gradually turning yellow. It will be ready for harvest in another two weeks. This has become a major event for the entire village, with many people checking on it daily, marveling at the plump ears of rice and the yellowing leaves.

Before the water in the paddy field dried up, Qiao Jingjing led a few people to harvest some of the rice paddy fish. She had considered releasing some fish during the transplanting process, using the paddy field water to raise fish. This would not only provide fish products but also allow the fish to eat pests and weeds in the paddy field, excrete manure, and stir up the soil to promote fertilizer decomposition, creating favorable conditions for rice growth. This could generally increase rice yield by about 10%. It would also add a famous dish to the dinner table: pickled fish. A truly win-win situation!

There's no shortage of pickled cabbage in the countryside, and you can find plenty of Sichuan peppercorns in the mountains. The rice paddies mainly raise grass carp, which are perfect for making pickled cabbage fish by slicing them into thin pieces.

That day, a pungent, slightly spicy aroma wafted from the Qiao family's courtyard, drawing the villagers' attention from the rice paddies to the Qiao family's dining table. Several familiar families, including the village head's, sent fish along with some Sichuan peppercorns and explained how to cook it, thus unlocking another culinary delight for them.

Qiao Wanjun secretly sent his parents some sliced ​​fish and seasonings, hoping to nourish them. Qiao Jingjing turned a blind eye. Since Qiao Wanjun's transmigration, Old Madam Xu hadn't done anything to harm her, and she had changed a lot after the family division. Judging from the fact that she hadn't used filial piety to pressure them or demand anything from the eldest branch of the family, Qiao Jingjing was willing to give her a little face.

Her good third uncle had been working diligently for the family these past few days, constantly calling Qiao Wanjun "brother," which told her that Madam Xu wasn't biased. Otherwise, she could have easily given a single word, and the eldest branch of the family would have been forced to contribute, even though they had already separated. Her third uncle, a shrewd man, was willing to work so hard, which meant Madam Xu wouldn't budge, and he had no other choice but to resort to this tactic. She wasn't her mortal enemy; it was just a few fish, not a serious matter.

Another hidden reason is that the original owner, Qiao Jingjing, still had some affection for this grandmother, and this feeling was something that she, as an outsider, could not suppress.