Stepmother Reborn: Dad, my mom hasn't hit me for three days

Time flies, and Jilin is about to take the college entrance examination. The closer the date is, the busier he and Tong Shuyu are, racing against time to study, but Zhang Xiuhua is particularly nervous.

Coincidentally, Zhang Xiuhua came back just in time for the college entrance examination.

Before leaving in the morning, Zhang Xiuhua repeatedly asked them to check the items they brought with them, "Admission ticket, ID card, stationery, money, check them one by one, don't miss anything. When I sent Youcai to the college entrance examination before, I saw some candidates lost their admission tickets."

Ji Lin and Tong Shuyu checked one by one to make sure nothing was missed.

Li Jianguo saw Zhang Xiuhua staring at the two of them and touched her arm. "It's ok, the child is fine. You are the one who is so nervous."

How could Zhang Xiuhua not be nervous? Of the six children in the family, Jilin's studies were the one that worried her the most. This child was seriously unbalanced in his studies.

She was nervous inside, but she had to pretend nothing happened, so that the two children wouldn't get nervous too. She even took the initiative to comfort Jilin, "It's okay. If you don't do well in the exam this time, you can repeat the year next year. Mom can afford it."

She originally wanted to comfort them, but Jilin jumped up and down when he heard it, "I don't want to! I was almost exhausted to death this year!"

The college entrance examination only lasts for three days, but the preparation before it took more than ten years, especially in his senior year. He only slept six hours a day, stayed in school every day, and had to stay at home to review during the holidays.

When his brothers and sisters came back, they played cards and ate hot pot on the kang next door. But what about him? He could only study! He was now lying on the bed, with the test points in front of him. This kind of life was too torturous, and he just wanted it to end soon.

"Whether I can get into the university of my choice or not, I will go there and never start over." Ji Lin clenched his fists, as if to cheer himself up, but also as if to make a promise.

Tong Shuyu patted his shoulder and said, "You will definitely pass the exam. I believe in you."

Jilin also nodded, "I can do it. You too!"

When the two of them went to take the exam, Zhang Xiuhua took them to town on an electric tricycle, and they could just take the bus. She didn't have to prepare meals for them, they could just eat at school.

After watching them get on the bus, Zhang Xiuhua rode her tricycle back home.

Li Jianguo is picking fruits in the orchard. It is the harvest season now. He sells a batch of Gala fruits every day.

Zhang Xiuhua accompanied him to pick the fruits and asked him, "Have you got the license for your brewery?"

Li Jianguo had a headache. "How can it be so fast? I have already sent them all the documents they need."

Zhang Xiuhua reminded him, "I called Ergou in the capital. His brewery in Wenzhou has been set up and the equipment has been shipped over. It will start production soon."

Li Jianguo knew what she meant. Ergou was one step behind him in wanting to open a beer factory, but the other factory had already been opened, and he hadn't even completed the formalities!

He sighed, "Wait, I don't have any money now anyway."

Zhang Xiuhua touched her chin and said, "I heard from Ergou that he bought ten production lines at once."

Li Jianguo's eyes widened. "So much? Where does he get so much money?"

"He has opened ten production lines in his brewery in Nantong, and each production line can make one million yuan a year. Just think about it, ten production lines can make about eight or nine hundred thousand yuan a month. It's normal for him to buy so many production lines." The more Zhang Xiuhua thought about it, the more she felt that the idea of ​​a brewery was really good.

Li Jianguo thought the same thing. He was a little anxious. "Then can Ergou get a dividend by the end of this year?"

Their family holds a relatively large share of the company, and if they get dividends, his brewery might actually start running. He is not greedy, so he buys a production line first.

Zhang Xiuhua wasn't sure. "Didn't Ergou say before that he wouldn't distribute dividends for several years?"

Li Jianguo was at a loss. "Then don't rush me to get the documents. I don't have the money to buy a production line anyway."

The two picked the Gala fruits and put them into baskets. Li Jianguo then moved them to the carriage of a tricycle outside the orchard and transported them back home.

The two went back together. When Zhang Xiuhua was about to open the door, Li Xingjia stopped her.

Zhang Xiuhua and Li Jianguo tilted their heads at the same time, "What's wrong?"

Li Xingjia came over and said, "We plan to sell our ginseng in September. What about you?"

Zhang Xiuhua was stunned. She really didn't pay much attention to ginseng. Li Jianguo did pay attention to people, but ginseng grown under the forest grows slower than ginseng grown in the field. He shook his head and said, "Forget it. My family is not in a hurry. You can sell it first."

Li Xingjia nodded, "Okay!"

He turned to leave, but Zhang Xiuhua stopped him, "Who did you sell your family's ginseng to?"

"We have a shop here that specializes in buying medicines. I can just sell it to them directly." Li Xingjia even showed her the way, fearing that she would get lost.

Zhang Xiuhua asked him, "How much is the ginseng?"

"The ginseng we have is five and six years old. The quality of ginseng depends on its appearance. If the quality is good, a kilogram of five-year-old fresh ginseng is about five yuan." Li Xingjia explained, "There are very few people growing ginseng now. If the yield is high, it may not be worth much."

Zhang Xiuhua suddenly realized, "Can I take a box to the capital to sell and see how much I can get for it?"

She wanted to try to sell it. She had one advantage over others: she didn't need travel expenses. Prices in the capital were much higher than in their county. Any profit was good.

Li Xingjia nodded, "Okay, how many boxes do you want? I'll save some for you when the time comes."

"I'll take ten kilograms first." Zhang Xiuhua wasn't sure if she could sell it at a good price, so she gave it a try first.

Li Xingjia nodded, indicating that it was no problem. He was about to leave when Li Jianguo stopped him and asked, "How many kilograms can one mu of land produce?"

"The five-year ginseng yield per mu is about 300 to 800 kilograms. I can't guarantee the exact amount yet." Li Xingjia smiled and said, "Your land is good, you can give it a try."

Li Jianguo has been growing oyster mushrooms in his own field. He doesn't use his own soil, but purchased mushroom bags.

The nutrients in the soil are always preserved. If he wants to plant, he can do so directly without having to cultivate the soil a year in advance.

When they returned home, Li Jianguo began to do the math to see if growing ginseng was worthwhile.

Five years of ginseng cultivation plus one year of land cultivation, a total of six years. Assuming one mu of land yields 416 kilograms, it is about 6 yuan. The average annual income is yuan.

Zhang Xiuhua listened to his calculations and said, "This price is not high. You can earn two to three hundred yuan by growing wood ear mushrooms. You can grow two crops a year, which is equivalent to four to five hundred yuan."

Li Jianguo felt that the calculation was not that correct. "Wood ear mushrooms need to be grown in greenhouses, and the greenhouses need to be warm. Burning so much charcoal in winter also costs money. The most important thing is that you need to build a greenhouse to grow wood ear mushrooms. One acre of greenhouse costs one thousand yuan, and it takes two or three years to get the money back. Ginseng doesn't need a greenhouse!"

In fact, ginseng can also be cultivated in greenhouses, with higher yields. However, due to limited conditions, each family does not plan to build a greenhouse.

Zhang Xiuhua thought about it carefully and it seemed to be true. "I don't know how the villagers will choose."

Li Jianguo thinks that there may be more people choosing ginseng because it takes five or six years for ginseng to be harvested after it is planted. During this period, one just needs to weed and fertilize, and the extra time can be used to work.

Li Jianguo smiled and said, "I think our Lijiatun will soon become a ginseng planting base."

"I heard that after planting ginseng, the land needs to be nurtured for at least eight years before ginseng can be planted again." Zhang Xiuhua sighed, "We have to think about it carefully."

"Too many people are growing oyster mushrooms now, so they are not worth much. I think growing ginseng is a good idea, and the money earned is enough. After growing a crop of ginseng, we will grow soybeans to cultivate the land." Li Jianguo has already made up his mind, he wants to grow ginseng.

Zhang Xiuhua is working now and only comes back once every two weeks. All the housework is left to him, and he can decide what he wants to plant.

She planned to sell the ginseng in the capital, perhaps making a profit. But before selling it, she asked a carpenter to make a batch of boxes to make it look more valuable. Chinese people have always had a special liking for ginseng. A good box is worthy of its status.

A wooden box can only hold two ginseng roots, which weighs only three or four taels. There are still two months before September, and the carpenter certainly cannot make too many. Zhang Xiuhua asked him to make as many as he could.

It was not enough to have a wooden box, she also had to get wrapping paper from outside. She went to the county packaging factory to order 100 copies.

To be honest, the order quantity was too small, but the packaging factory's business was not good. Zhang Xiuhua invited the other party to dinner and they agreed to help.

Seeing her struggling like this, Li Jianguo asked, "Are you trying to sell it at a high price?"

"Yes!" Zhang Xiuhua thinks ginseng is easier to carry than gala apples and blueberries, and it doesn't take up much space. And the price difference is higher.

"Fresh ginseng is not easy to preserve and it goes bad easily. I think it will be easier to sell if you let Li Xingjia help you prepare it into dried ginseng." Although the weather has turned cold in September, the temperature on the train is a bit high. Li Jianguo is worried that the ginseng will go bad, which would be a pity.

Zhang Xiuhua thought for a while and said, "I will try fresh ginseng first. If I can sell it, I will sell dried ginseng."