Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Chapter 180 Ginseng Cultivated in Space, Yan Fugui Makes a Visit

Wang Feng returned to the house, locked the door, and entered the space.

Upon opening the large wooden box and seeing the approximately three pounds of ginseng seeds, Wang Feng revealed an excited expression.

If all these ginseng seeds were to grow into century-old ginseng in ten years, what a fortune that would be!

Moreover, he possesses the Water of Life, which, when used occasionally to irrigate the ginseng, can both increase its survival rate and promote its rapid growth.

As for watering it with the Water of Life every day, forget about it. With so many ginseng plants, he doesn't have that much Water of Life to water them.

Wang Feng calculated that these three jin of ginseng seeds contained approximately 40,000 ginseng seeds. He planned to cultivate them according to the method for cultivating wild, century-old ginseng, requiring a wider spacing. If he planted 666 ginseng seeds per mu (unit of land area), it would require about 60 mu of land.

Fortunately, he has enough space, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to grow so many ginseng.

Wang Feng filled a basin halfway with water, about five pounds, took out one pound of second-generation life water, diluted it, and then put all the ginseng seeds into the basin to soak.

This time, Wang Feng really went all out. He diluted one jin of second-generation life water with five jin of water. These five jin of diluted life water are equivalent to first-generation life water.

Soaking ginseng seeds in the "water of life" for a generation should allow them to be planted directly in just half a day, not three to five days.

Wang Feng harvested sixty mu of sweet potatoes, stored the sweet potatoes and vines in his spatial warehouse, and left the space after clearing out the sixty mu of land.

Soaking ginseng seeds takes 12 hours, which translates to more than an hour in the outside world. Now we can only wait.

Looking at the time, it was already past one o'clock. Wang Feng took out the food from his spatial storage and started eating.

After finishing his meal, Wang Feng brewed a pot of tea and waited while drinking it.

More than an hour later, Wang Feng had already drunk three pots of tea and smoked four Zhonghua cigarettes.

Seeing that it was almost time, Wang Feng arrived at the space.

With a thought, all the ginseng seeds were planted, filling a full sixty acres of ginseng land.

Wang Feng diluted the remaining life-giving water in the basin with another 100 jin of ordinary water and poured it into one mu of ginseng field.

He planned to irrigate this acre of ginseng land occasionally with the Water of Life, but he couldn't manage the other 59 acres as much, since the Water of Life was too precious and he couldn't bear to waste too much of it.

It was past 2 PM when Wang Feng left the space. He walked out of courtyard number 95, and when he returned, there were two old hens hanging on the handlebars of his bicycle.

After putting the two hens into the coop, Wang Feng also made a simple warning device.

He connected a line to the entrance of the chicken coop and tied the other end of the line to a bell. Whenever someone opened the chicken coop, the bell would ring, allowing him to come out and catch the chicken thief. He just didn't know if Yan Jiecheng would dare to come and strangle his chickens again. If he did, he would definitely catch him red-handed this time.

Qin Jingru had to entertain guests at the factory in the afternoon, and she probably wouldn't be back until after six o'clock, so Wang Feng didn't go to courtyard number 28.

It's still snowing outside, and there's no sun. Wang Feng is bored, so he can only stay at home drinking tea and smoking.

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4:30 PM.

After Yan Fugui got off work and returned to the courtyard, he went to the central courtyard and knocked on Wang Feng's door.

"Knock knock knock".

When Wang Feng opened the door and saw Yan Fugui, his brows furrowed.

"Old Yan, what's up?"

Yan Fugui pulled out a pack of cheap cigarettes from his pocket. The cigarettes were damp and moldy. Yan Fugui reluctantly offered one to Wang Feng, grinning obsequiously:

"Wang Feng, come have a smoke. Uncle San is here to see you. He has something he wants to talk to you about."

Wang Feng waved his hand, refusing the cigarette offered by Yan Fugui, and said with a frown:

"Old Yan, you should keep this cigarette for yourself. What's wrong? Just say it."

Yan Fugui laughed heartily, put the cigarette back in the pack, and said with a smile, "Wang Feng, now Jingru has also entered the steel rolling mill, and her salary is so high. I'm here to congratulate you. Now, the combined salaries of you and Jingru make you the highest-income family in our compound."

"You know, Uncle San's family has had a lot of trouble lately. All their money was stolen, and now they're having trouble even feeding themselves..."

Yan Fugui kept talking incessantly, until Wang Feng raised his hand to interrupt him and said in a deep voice:

"Old Yan, just say what's on your mind, I'm busy right now."

Yan Fugui nodded and got straight to the point: "Wang Feng, your third uncle knows that your two old hens were strangled to death in the middle of the night. You and Jingru suspect that it was my Jie Chengqian, but my Jie Chengqian has sworn a solemn oath. I have also asked Jie Chengqian, and he definitely did not do it. Wang Feng, you have to believe your third uncle."

Wang Feng narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Old Yan, I never said that your eldest son did this, did I? I didn't hit him, I didn't scold him, and I didn't call the police to arrest him. Why are you looking for me?"

Yan Fugui nodded, his face beaming, and said, "Wang Feng, I know you didn't do anything to my Jiecheng. Jingru works at the third canteen now, right? Jingru might have some misunderstandings about my Jiecheng. Yesterday, when Jiecheng went to the third canteen, Jingru cooked for him. Could you tell Jingru to give him more food if she sees him at the canteen in the future?"

Wang Feng laughed, then retorted with a cold laugh, "Old Yan, according to you, it's my Jingru who's in the wrong here?"

Yan Fugui waved his hand: "No, no, Jingru is such a good girl, how could there be anything wrong with her? I just misunderstood my Jiecheng when I saw Jingru, so I came to clear up the misunderstanding for you."

"And also, Wang Feng, you see, we're all neighbors in the same courtyard, we see each other all the time. If your family ever needs anything in the future, our Yan family will definitely help. If we help each other, everyone can live a better life."

Hearing Yan Fugui's words, why did they sound a bit like Yi Zhonghai's? Wang Feng said coldly:

"Old Yan, you make it sound so nice. When I got married, I asked you for money to hold the banquet, why didn't you lend it to me? Don't tell me you didn't have any money. You just had over two thousand yuan stolen from you a few days ago. You have money but you won't lend it to me, and you still talk about mutual help? It's only right that others help you, isn't it?"

"Also, Lao Yan, Jingru is serving food in the cafeteria. There's no such thing as flipping the wok. The cafeteria is so busy that it's impossible for everyone to have the same amount of food. If Yan Jiecheng is not satisfied, he can go to the manager."

After saying that, Wang Feng didn't give Yan Fugui a chance to speak before pushing him out and slamming the door shut.

Seeing that Wang Feng showed him no respect whatsoever, Yan Fugui glared at Wang Feng's door and stormed off.