Born into a farm family, I became rich by pressuring my parents.

Chapter 58 Raising Seedlings
The ground thawed two days ago, so Bai took a hoe to the vegetable patch in the backyard, intending to turn over the hard soil again.

Jiang Jinyu had nothing to do, so she followed her mother and helped pick out the weeds and stones.

Seeing that she was well-behaved, Mrs. Bai told her which vegetables to grow on which land while wielding a hoe.

Jiang Jinyu listened with great interest and agreed with Bai with a smile, as if he had seen the harvest in a few months.

But the more she listened, the more she felt something was wrong. Why did her family only grow these types of vegetables?
Green vegetables and radishes are okay, she thinks they taste about the same anyway. Maybe her parents like to eat these dishes?
But there was too little seasoning.

She knew that there were few seasonings in this era, and most of them were still used as spices.

However, Jiang Jinyu recalled the dishes her mother had just listed and was very sure that there were not even scallions in them, which would be used as a topping when buying vegetables in later generations!

She rummaged through her memories from the past few years in confusion, and nodded affirmatively. She should have seen onions and garlic before.

It is true that onions and garlic are not used in home cooking, but they are included in some banquet dishes.

Not to mention ginger, she drank a lot of brown sugar ginger water made by her mother this winter.

So Jiang Jinyu, who didn't understand, went to ask Bai.

"Mom, don't we grow some seasonings at home?" She hid in Bai's shadow and asked, raising her head.

"What kind of spices are you growing?" Ms. Bai thought her daughter might have been confused by the sun, so she smiled and said, "Are you growing the spices you bought from the spice shop?"

Jiang Jinyu was indifferent, okay, so her mother still regarded seasonings as "spice"?

She scratched her chin and explained with difficulty: "It's the one we had at the village chief's house."

"When the village chief's son got his wife, didn't his family hire a chef from the city to cook?"

"I remember there were green, thin leaves in some vegetables. Aren't those the seasonings?"

After hearing Jiang Jinyu's words, Bai stopped the hoe in his hand, thought hard for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Are you talking about spring onions?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Jiang Jinyu nodded quickly: "Onions and garlic."

Bai's tone was puzzled: "But that one doesn't taste good."

"Besides," she said with a rather disdainful look, "a large handful can't make a whole dish."

“We have little land, so farming is not cost-effective.”

"It's not delicious," Jiang Jinyu blinked: "But I think it's delicious."

"Then let's plant some too." Bai heard that her daughter said she loved to eat, so she didn't hesitate. It was just some side dishes, so just plant more.

From the perspective of Bai and Jiang Mingshun, it was just a matter of going to the shop to buy a handful of seeds, but to Jiang Jinyu, it was extremely important.

There are very few paddy fields or dry land for growing food, and buying land is not something that can be done in a short time.

But her family has a lot of wasteland. Not to mention the large area near the homestead where no houses have been built, even the two hills where white fungus grows can produce a large vegetable plot.

Unlike growing food, vegetables do not require as much land, otherwise the villagers would not build vegetable gardens in front of and behind their homes.

What's more, opening up wasteland to grow food is a big project, and what is grown in the first three years is not enough to pay the land tax.

But it's different when it comes to growing vegetables. The cycle is short and you don't have to pay taxes.

Jiang Jinyu recalled what was sold in the market in the city and knew that there were farmers from the suburbs who picked their own vegetables and brought them to the city to sell every day.

It's just that most of the varieties are the same. Which dishes to eat in any season depends on God.

This is why she asked Jiang Mingshun to find businessmen from other places.Since we want to sell vegetables, the more varieties, the better. But in this era, the only way to find novel things is from merchants from other places.

"Dad, did you really buy it?" Jiang Jinyu took several small paper bags handed over by her father in surprise.

She opened it carefully, and there were indeed more than a dozen seeds of various shapes inside.

"That's natural." Jiang Mingshun raised his head proudly and raised his eyebrows: "How can you fail to do what dad promised you?"

"Dad, you are so awesome," Jiang Jinyu was in a good mood and did not mind satisfying her father's petty wishes: "There is no such good father as you in the whole village, no, in the whole county."

Seeing the way her man was about to show his teeth, Mrs. Bai couldn't bear to look at her: "Come on, do you two know what kind of seeds these are? You just bought them randomly."

Jiang Mingshun didn't take back his smile, and touched his nose guiltily: "I don't know what's wrong, it's rare for a girl to want something."

"Yes," Jiang Jinyu answered with a smile, "I want it."

Bai rolled her eyes secretly, not daring to get angry at the boss, so she could only reach out and poke her daughter's forehead: "You are the one who ruined the family."

"Let's see what you can grow."

"Okay," Jiang Jinyu followed her mother's strength and swayed to the side, still in a good mood and said, "Mom, just wait."

She happily returned to her room holding a pile of seeds.

until an hour later.

"Ah!" Jiang Jinyu jumped down from the kang in annoyance, angrily walked around the room with his slippers, and said to himself: "What on earth are they talking about!"

She never expected that her plan to grow vegetables would encounter a fatal setback at the first step - she couldn't recognize a single seed!
Jiang Jinyu was thinking very well. What should she do if she bought seeds from a businessman from other places but didn’t recognize them?

Watermelon seeds, melon seeds, pumpkin seeds, and winter melon seeds are so easy to recognize, Jiang Jinyu thought confidently. She has seen them all and can always recognize one or two of them.

However, reality is often extremely cruel. She searched through all the seeds, but she didn't find one she recognized.

Having no other choice, Jiang Jinyu stopped and stood in front of the kang table, planning to use the most basic method to plant seeds.

She divided the seeds that looked like the same kind together, and then divided them into two parts.

One part was placed in wet straw paper, and the other part was buried in a small flower pot filled with soil.

Then put some of them in a cool place, and put the other part on the sunny side of the house to ensure the light time.

Looking at a room full of clay pots and flowerpots, Jiang Jinyu patted the soil on his hands and thought, whether it is hydroponics or soil culture, if four different growth environments are simulated, there will always be seeds that can germinate. Bar?

As for the buds that really failed to sprout, Jiang Jinyu said in a bachelor's manner, then she would just keep buying and trying again. It makes no sense that she could do a successful experiment in elementary school, but she can't do it here, right?
As for how to plant it on a large scale after it is planted, it will be left to her father and mother, two experienced farmers, to test it!
At the dinner table, Jiang Mingshun and Bai had no idea that they were being taken care of. They were discussing with great interest what they had heard from the city.

Jiang Jinyu was concerned about the seeds. She listened indifferently at first, but then her ears gradually perked up.

"So," Jiang Mingshun put down his chopsticks and put an end to today's dinner table gossip: "Daughter-in-law, our family must teach our children well in the future."

"The descendants will not become talented, and no amount of ancestral property will be enough to sell."

Mrs. Bai nodded in agreement while clearing away the dishes.

"Dad," Jiang Jinyu pondered for a long time, and finally asked slowly: "Tell me, if someone can help the Qu family's winery business come back to life, will Master Qu trade that village with someone else?"

Bai and Jiang Mingshun stopped what they were doing at the same time and turned to look at her.

(End of this chapter)