Reborn in the countryside, a delicate educated youth married a rough man and became a millionaire

The leaves are palmately compound, whorled at the top of the stem, and the leaflets are serrated; the flowers are bisexual or polygamous, arranged in terminal, solitary umbels or umbels of 2 to several clusters at the top of the scape; the calyx has 5 inconspicuous lobes; the petals are 5, arranged in a shingle-like manner; the stamens are 5; the ovary is inferior, 2-3 chambered; the disk is annular; the style is 2-3 lobed; there is one ovule in each chamber, hanging down; the fruit is a drupe-like berry.

The plant that appeared before his eyes was almost exactly the same as the description of ginseng he had seen before. With the mentality of giving it a try, Shen Shuhe pulled up the plant by its roots.

It turned out to be ginseng.

But why does ginseng appear in this place? The terrain here is low and flat, and there are many people. Logically speaking, it should not appear here.

But this is clearly ginseng.

But no matter what, Shen Shuhe decided to put the things away first. Whether it was ginseng or wild ginseng, they were both valuable.

Shen Shuhe carefully removed the stems and leaves, buried them, cut off a piece of the red rope on his head, tied up the ginseng, and then put the ginseng in his clothes pocket.

Fortunately, for convenience in this era, pockets are sewn very large, so they are big enough to put ginseng in.

"Shen Zhiqing, what's wrong?" Yang Songqing just wanted to check on Shen Shuhe's condition, but he saw Shen Shuhe squatting on the ground motionless, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Shen Shuhe stood up as if nothing had happened and said, "It's okay, he just accidentally dropped his shoe."

"Oh, we are almost there. Shall we go back first?" Yang Songqing said.

Shen Shuhe nodded: "Okay."

The two men carried firewood back to the educated youth institute.

Afterwards, Shen Shuhe returned to the room under the pretext of changing clothes, and then took out the ginseng from his pocket and put it in his box.

She needs money now to prepare for the future, so she will not give the ginseng to the village.

The black market still exists at this time. Wait until the next time you take a break to go to the black market and sell the ginseng.

Shen Shuhe didn't leave until he was sure he had put it away.

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A few days later, Shen Shuhe saw Aunt Chunlai in the field.

"Aunt Chunlai, how are you?" Shen Shuhe looked at Aunt Chunlai with concern. She seemed even thinner than before.

"Much better, thank you Shen Zhiqing." Aunt Chunlai looked at Shen Shuhe with gratitude. In fact, she felt much better the next day after taking the medicine, but she had been sick for too long. She would be beaten even if she recovered. If she didn't feel better, it would be more comfortable, so she just lay down for another two days.

After she woke up, Xiao Meng told her that it was two educated youth who came to bring her medicine, and Aunt Chunlai thought of Shen Shuhe and Li Jinglan almost immediately.

"It's okay." Shen Shuhe took out a few sorghums from his pocket and handed them to Aunt Chunlai: "Aunt Chunlai, here are some candies, you can eat some to replenish your energy."

"No, no, Shen Zhiqing, you can keep this for yourself. I have only one worthless life, and I will die if I die." Aunt Chunlai was shrouded in a strong aura of death, and she felt that she had lost any hope for this world.

Shen Shuhe frowned slightly: "Aunt Chunlai, don't talk so much. Every life is precious. No one cherishes you. You have to cherish yourself. If you don't cherish yourself, then who in this world will respect you? And your child, she is still so young."

Aunt Chunlai's eyes were slightly red. She had lived a very tiring life.

She grew up in a family that favors boys over girls. When she was sixteen, she was sold to her current man by her family for a dowry of fifty yuan. From the first day she came here, she was subjected to endless beatings and scoldings. Both her man and her parents-in-law would beat and scold her at any time.

She never considered herself a human being. Things got even worse after she gave birth to two daughters in a row. Later, my parents-in-law died.

The man threw his third daughter to death at birth, and also sold his two other daughters.

If she didn't have a daughter now, she really wouldn't want to live.

Death is a relief.

Now, hearing Shen Shuhe's words, my heart felt even more bitter.

"Aunt Chunlai, live well and believe that there will be a day when you will be liberated. Believe me." Shen Shuhe's voice seemed to be full of the power of hope, making Aunt Chunlai unable to help but obey Shen Shuhe's words.

Gao Liangyi took the money from Shen Shuhe and choked up with tears in her eyes, saying, "Thank you, thank you Shen Zhiqing."

Shen Shuhe patted Aunt Chunlai's shoulder and said nothing.

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夜晚

The sun set, the burning sunset glow dimmed, and finally went out, and the vast twilight enveloped the mountains and forests.

Outside the window, light blue smoke was floating in the deep mountains and ridges. A crescent moon was hanging on the high mountain and old forests, like a newly sharpened sickle. Hundreds of birds returned to their nests in the mountains and forests, chirping.

"Shuhe, what are you writing?" Li Jinglan came in with an enamel basin after washing up and saw Shen Shuhe sitting at the table by the window.

Her skin is fair and flawless, and her facial features do not give people a sharp and beautiful visual effect, but rather are warm and soft. However, she does not smile most of the time, which reflects her own cold temperament and gives people a faint sense of distance.

She had long, beautiful black hair and her head was slightly lowered. The breeze outside the window blew through the girl's hair on her forehead, and the moonlight covered her body like a veil.

He held a pen in his hand and wrote something on the wooden letter paper.

It is soft, mysterious and cool.

Shen Shuhe didn't look up, "I'm writing some articles." Her voice was always flat and calm, without any emotion.

Li Jinglan did not approach, but watched from a distance: "Do you want to submit an article to the newspaper?"

Shen Shuhe nodded and did not deny it, but admitted it very generously.

"That's great. I've thought about submitting articles to newspapers before, but I was rejected because my writing is so poor." If you submit articles to newspapers and they are accepted, you will receive royalties. For them, the royalties are a good income.

But Li Jinglan's writing skills were not very good, so the project was left unfinished.

Shen Shuhe wrote the last word and looked up at Li Jinglan: "Aren't you curious about what I wrote?"

Li Jinglan shook her head without even thinking: "I'm not curious."

Shen Shuhe smiled.

"By the way, you can have a rest the day after tomorrow. Are you going to town the day after tomorrow?" Now you can only go there in person to submit your manuscripts.

Shen Shuhe nodded. In addition to submitting the manuscript, she also had some other things to deal with.

"Well, okay, I won't go. There's nothing to buy." Li Jinglan said, "Ask Xiaoshuang if she wants to go. If she does, you can go together."

"She's not going," Shen Shuhe carefully put away the manuscript he had written.

"Huh? Why?" Li Jinglan paused and asked.

Shen Shuhe explained: "She said she didn't want to ride the bullock cart anymore."

Thinking of Luo Xiaoshuang's appearance last time, Li Jinglan nodded: "What about her package?"