Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

   "Three hundred cents a pound for a mountain egg?"

  The villagers exclaimed.

   "Xu Lao Er's family feeds pigs. It seemed that they had saved a lot of mountain eggs in the autumn of last year. Is their family going to distribute them?"

   "Three hundred cents a pound, how much is that big pile?"

  The villagers were startled, stunned, and agitated.

   If Cheng Ling, like the previous Fang Langzhong, only bothered to explain that yam is non-toxic, the villagers would still be as before, unable to understand and agree.

  Stubborn villagers are sometimes difficult to make sense of, they can only accept what they know.

   But once Cheng Ling mentioned that yam eggs can be sold for money, the effect is different. After the villagers talked about it, they rushed to Cheng Ling immediately.

   Cheng Ling's ability to "fly" and "magic" can't stop them from yearning for "selling yam eggs for money".

At this time, an old man who looked particularly prestigious walked out of the crowd. He raised his arm with a wooden stick in front of the crowd, and said loudly: "Everyone is quiet, stop, don't make any noise! So, how do you answer Xiao Langjun?"

  The villagers gradually quieted down, but their longing eyes were still fixed on Cheng Ling.

  Cheng Ling explained to everyone: "It is the prepared yam segment that sells for 300 cents a pound, not the yam egg, which is not worth a lot of money."

  The villagers hissed in disappointment: "Huh?"

  The leading old man was Lizheng from Xiaoshu Village, and he quickly asked, "What's the difference between this yam section, and yam eggs and yam seeds?"

  Cheng Ling glanced at him with admiration, but instead of answering, he asked, "My fellow villagers, did you dig up the rhizomes of this thing when you were picking yam eggs on the mountain?"

  Xiaoshu Village is taking the lead in answering: "Dig the roots? I haven't dug before, what are you digging for?"

However, a villager suddenly scratched his head and said, "I think I have dug it, old man, it's very deep, and it breaks halfway. When I touch it, oh! The place where my hand touched it is very itchy, and I can't scratch it. It's even more itchy! After scratching it, the red envelope will grow, like a mountain egg."

   Someone said: "Xu Er, you not only pick the eggs, but you also dig that stuff? You are really fat."

   It turned out that the villager who had dug up yam was Xu Er, and he was also the second uncle of Nuowaer.

  The yam eggs that Nuwaer stole earlier were taken from his house. He also raised two pigs. In this Xiaoshu Village, he was considered a first-class man with a flexible mind and a willingness to work.

Cheng Ling said, "It's buried in the ground, very long and deep, and it's easy to cut off if you're not careful. It's the yam. The yam is a precious medicinal material, and its main body is its rhizome, not the yam. Fruits that look like little **** on the ground."

   In fact, yam eggs are not the fruit of yam.

   Next, Cheng Ling explained the difference between yam and yam eggs in detail.

   In the end, Cheng Ling also interacted with the villagers. She asked everyone: "Dear folks, do you know why the yam egg is called Lingyuzi again?"

   Nuowa'er is a particularly qualified little puppet. He stood beside Cheng Ling, raised his head, and immediately asked seriously, "Brother Shenxian, why is the yam egg called Lingyuzi again?"

  Cheng Ling said with a smile: "That's because the yam under the ground is the real master. On the ground, the yam eggs in the middle of the leaf axils are those whose branches and leaves are unwilling to be lonely, and they grow out secretly. They are superfluous, so they are called Lingyuzi."

The tone of    was kind enough, and the widow immediately touched her head and laughed.

  The villagers couldn't help but snicker.

A villager said to Xu Er: "Er Maozi, you are at a loss, you caught a small fish and made a bigger fish. We Cheng Langjun said that the shandanzi is a surplus child, the excess is worthless, the valuable is the root at the bottom, the only one It's a real yam. You can't make a fortune without digging a single one."

   Another villager said: "Hey, you're still laughing at Xu Er, even more so, you haven't dug a single hair, and Xu Er has even picked mountain eggs!"

However, Xu Er grasped the point and immediately asked Cheng Ling: "Xiao Langjun, you said earlier that the yam has the effect of nourishing and nourishing the spleen, spleen and lung, and the yam is also used for this, and they are used for the same purpose, aren't they? ?"

   Immediately afterwards, he expressed his dissatisfaction in one breath: "Then, why is yam valuable, and yam eggs are not?

  Cheng Ling looked at him and praised: "Yes, that's a good question!"

Then she explained in detail the difference between processed and unprocessed Chinese herbal medicines, as if she was giving the villagers a big lesson in knowledge popularization. There may be a tenfold price difference between medicines.”

  Ten times!

   This is not Cheng Ling’s bluff, but it is true. Of course, not all concocted medicinal materials can have such a price difference, but this is not the focus at the moment, so Cheng Ling will not go into details.

  The villagers were a sensation for a while, and some of the villagers immediately agreed: "Yes, that's right, this is craft money!"

  Li Zhengsun Fang also nodded and said, "Why don't you sharpen your head and want to learn a craft? Some crafts are valuable. Especially the craftsmanship of this medicinal material, how can medicinal materials be cheap?"

   said that, the villagers are all envious.

Xu Er grasped the point again, and said quickly: "Xiao Langjun, you said that the prepared yam section can be sold for 300 yuan per pound in Yongzhou City, then the unprepared yam is ten times worse, and ten times worse is still in the end. There is a price, yes... how much?"

  Three hundred words, ten times the difference, he couldn't figure it out, he scratched his head in a hurry, and the tall figure almost hunched up.

   Just when Xu Er was too anxious, a timid voice said at this moment: "Yes, is it thirty wen?"

   "Thirty wen?" Xu Er looked at the child who spoke out in surprise, "You, wow, how do you know? How did you calculate it? Did you calculate it right?"

The widow stood beside Cheng Ling, hiding her thin body shyly behind her, looking at Fang Langzhong, who was standing beside the crowd, who had been quiet for a long time, and whispered, "Grandpa Fang taught me. , I don't know if I'm right."

  Cheng Ling gave the answer at this time: "There is nothing wrong, you are right."

  The villagers immediately became a sensation again.

   It's not surprising that the villagers are so easily made a sensation. It is really a remote location in Xiaoshu Village, so how can the poor people have the opportunity to receive education? Even if it is the simplest calculation, there are many people in the village who can't do it.

   Even those who can calculate numbers within 100 can be regarded as outstanding figures in the top ten.

   Fang Langzhong was previously chased and beaten by the villagers as a quack doctor, but now everyone learned that he even taught such precious and complicated arithmetic to the widow, and suddenly everyone looked at him differently.

  Sun Lizheng hurriedly bowed his hands to Fang Langzhong and said, "Fang Langzhong forgives his sins. It's because the common people were ignorant before, and it's your fault."

Fang Langzhong looked relieved, and quickly said: "It was also the old man's previous negligence and failure to watch over the child, which caused him to eat the raw yam egg by mistake. It is reasonable for everyone to blame, but I still have to thank Cheng Langjun for taking action in time. help."

   The apology of apology from both sides, the gratitude of thanks, the atmosphere was harmonious for a while, and even the mountain scenery seemed to be more simple and beautiful.

  Only Xu Er, as always, caught the main point and never strayed from the topic.

   He said earnestly and earnestly: "Cheng Langjun, raw yam, can you sell it for thirty cents a pound if you don't make it?"