"Can this and this really work? Can we grow it too? No, we're just croppers, how can we do this......

The village chief muttered a lot, a little cramped and uneasy, he didn't know a single word, how could he grow fungus?

He looked at Lingbao's fungus base, and it looked fine, but they were all a group of big bosses.

But Lingbao said that this kind of can be sold for money, and the village chief wants to plant but doesn't dare to plant, so he can only look at Lingbao with those old but simple eyes.

Lingbao said, "Of course I can plant, I'm also a farmer, so won't I just plant?"

The village chief said disapprovingly, "How can you be the same as us?"

"What's the difference?" Ling Bao looked down at himself, both hands and two feet.

"You are literate, you can also memorize poems, your father is still a talent, and he is different from us!"

It's a compliment, it's a compliment, but Lingbao doesn't feel happy.

She corrected seriously, "It doesn't matter whether you can read or write. Uncle and village chief, you grow grain so well, and my father used to know how to read, so he can't farm, so it can be seen that there is no inevitable relationship between the two."

Those who can read and write may not be able to plant good land, and those who cannot read and write are not necessarily unable to plant good land.

The village chief's eyes widened, unable to refute, and finally held back a sentence: "That's still better at reading."

"Reading is better."

This Lingbao is admitted.

"Oh, far away, we're talking about cultivating fungus!" Lingbao precipice to rein in the horse, back to the whole.

The village chief rolled his eyes and muttered, "It doesn't matter, I don't even understand the word 'cultivation'!"

"Then after I said it, don't you understand?" Ling Bao pouted.

The village chief was confident: "I still don't understand!"

Lingbao's eyes widened in disbelief.

The village chief's daughter-in-law pushed him and said angrily, "How old are you, and you are still fighting with Lingbao."

The village chief touched his nose, his dark face was slightly hot, and he was relieved for a while.

"Okay, okay, I know what 'cultivation' means now."

Ling Bao wrinkled his nose, snorted a little to express his dissatisfaction, pinched his waist and said, "In short, you must learn!"

"Learn, learn, learn, can't you learn?" The village chief said, "Little Ancestor, we all listen to you!"

Lingbao went home and told Cheng Jin Xie Wuxiao about it, and the two had no objection to it and fully supported it.

"You're all good." Lingbao touched his chin and said, "Then I'll let you go up and share your experience, how about it?"

Xie Wuxian: "Experience sharing?"

"It's to tell them what we need to pay attention to in the process of planting fungus."

This seems to be quite interesting, Xie Wuxian agreed.

But Cheng Jin shook his head.

He doesn't want to be stared at by so many people, anyway, with Lingbao and Xie Wuxian, there is no need for more than him.

Lingbao knew that the third brother was really unwilling, so he didn't force it.

"It's okay, then I'll go up with my unharmed brother!"

Because he wanted to share it in front of the whole village, he couldn't be ashamed, so Xie Wuxian asked Huaifu to take a pen and paper and write down all the key points he knew.

Seeing this, Lingbao felt that he couldn't fall behind, so he also took a pen and paper and wrote hard.

Huai Fu stepped in, and at a glance he saw Lingbao scratching his head with a brush and a dignified face, and then looked at his family's grandfather, with the same expression.

"Lord Shizi, Miss Cheng, drink some water to moisten your throat."

Ling Bao picked it up and drank most of the cup.

Xie Wuxian originally just took a sip, looked at this scene, and then picked it up and drank half a cup.

Huaifu suddenly looked at the prince, not to mention, compared to the previous in the capital, the prince has gained some weight.

Among them, Miss Cheng contributed a lot!

Even he gained a lot of weight.

After drinking the honey water, Ling Bao and Xie Wuxian buried their heads in writing again.

In the afternoon, the village chief informed everyone to gather at the entrance of the village tomorrow morning, and that there was something to be announced, and that there should be one person from each household, preferably an adult.

The villagers were speculating about what had happened, but no one knew.

Early the next morning, the gongs and drums were noisy.

Under the big tree at the entrance of the village, Wuyang Wuyang was full of people, talking to each other, and the noise was unbearable.

The village chief shouted in front of him, "Be quiet, listen to me!"

The village chief was still very majestic, and the noise gradually subsided.

"I know that everyone is anxious to know, so I will make a long story short, Lingbao Cheng Saburo Chu Shizi planted fungus, they want to teach us how to plant, if you want to learn, you can stay, and if you don't want to learn, you can leave."

Fungus?

Some people wondered, "Village chief, aren't there a lot of fungus in the mountains? Why do you have to grow your own?"

The village chief gave him a blank look: "There are also a lot of wild vegetables in the mountains, don't you have to grow your own vegetables to eat?"

Ling Bao explained, "Because I'm afraid you won't be able to tell what you can eat and what you can't."

Although eating fungus can be used to poison winter melon vines and pound the juice to solve it, but poisoning is not good in the end.

"And you grow fungus, and you may eat it yourself, or you may sell it. This thing should be marketable, it can be used as a vegetable or a medicinal herb, it can be sold to restaurants, it can also be sold to pharmacies, how good it is."

After she said this, many people were moved.

It can be used as a vegetable or a medicinal herb, and it must be able to sell for a lot of money, right?

"Lingbao, isn't it troublesome to plant this? How long will it take? What do you need?" Someone asked, this is interesting.

The village chief immediately said, "Everyone is quiet, Ling Bao and Chu Shizi have specially prepared an experience sharing for us, and the people who want to plant will stay and listen to it at that time, and the details are very detailed, so that you can understand even if you are fools."

The words are not rough.

Ling Bao said to Xie Wuxian, "Brother Wuxiao, why don't you bring an ear wood and let them see it?"

Xie Wuxian thought about it and told Huaifu to do it.

"This is the fungus we cultivate." Ling Bao said to the villagers who rushed up.

"Didn't you plant it in the ground?"

"Nonsense, the fungus in the mountains also grows on trees!"

"Yes, yes, I forgot!"

There are many people who stay and want to learn, after all, everyone wants to make money.

I just heard that I had to pay for lime, and I was a little hesitant. But Lingbao calculated an account for them, a bag of lime for two or three hundred wen, but it can be used for a long, long time, they can buy it together, and compared with the fungus sold, this account is nothing.

The village chief did not forget to beat: "If you want to learn, you must study hard, you can't forget your roots when you plant it, and you don't forget to dig wells when you draught, you can't do something to take revenge!" Speaking of this, he glanced at the Wu clan in the center of the crowd, "If you dare to do something wrong, even if you fight my old bones, you won't be able to spare you!" Have you heard that?"

"If you hear that, the village chief, don't worry!"