This year they were prepared, with more people involved in the greenhouse planting, so the vegetable seeds were sown much earlier than last year. Just entering October, the vegetables with shorter growth tis were already on the market and had been selling for half a month.
Mo Yan beca the most idle of all. The batch of cotton clothes she was supposed to make had been finished a few days ago. The remaining underclothes and shoes were taken care of by Aunt Cai and the others. They took the sizes and received the fabric to make at ho. Once finished, they just had to bring them over, and Mo Yan was completely free. Mo Yan had no interest in needlework and just held a dical book to read.
The dical book discussed "Mrs. Du’s Nine Needles." It only covered the history and needlework of Mrs. Du’s Nine Needles. To truly grasp its essence, however, one had to learn through practice. Mrs. Du’s Nine Needles consisted of just nine needles, aning that any ailnt required only nine needles for treatnt. Furthermore, Mrs. Du’s Nine Needles did not use ordinary silver needles but golden ones.
There were no specific acupuncture points for these nine needles. According to the differences in symptoms, there would be a thousand subtle variations. These changes could only be completely mastered by the ancestors who created the Du Family’s Nine Needles technique. Hundreds of years have passed without a second person erging who could grasp it fully. Even Doctor Du, after years of ticulous study, had mastered only about a hundred types to date.
Mo Yan had flipped through this book back and forth no less than a hundred tis, with each word deeply imprinted in her mind. Yet, every ti she opened it for a detailed read, she found new insights.
Doctor Du had told her when he gave her the book that the day Mo Yan could no longer glean new insights would be the ti he formally taught her Mrs. Du’s Nine Needles.
However, as she read from beginning to end this ti, Mo Yan did not have any new realizations, so she decided to put it down and look at it again next ti. If there were still no new insights, she would have to go find her master.
By then, Tang Xin had also finished the accounts. She handed the ledger to Mo Yan for confirmation, to avoid any mistakes.
Mo Yan looked over it carefully and found no issues, but she was sowhat surprised by the amount each family was set to receive, "I didn’t expect each family to get so much; it looks like the village will see many new houses next year."
The number of households participating this year was more than double that of last year, but the cultivation area had tripled. Although nurous rchants from nearby towns had placed large orders, the supply-demand balance was not as tight as last year, so the vegetable prices weren’t as high.
"That’s all thanks to Sister Yanyan’s influence!" Tang Xin teased, then added, "Even though the price of vegetables is a bit lower, we have many more custors coming to buy them, so the silver each family gets is only three to four taels less than last year."
Mo Yan nodded, quietly delighted that a great wave of rit was approaching.
"Luckily, the weather has been good this year, not like the fierce blizzards two years ago. Otherwise, everyone wouldn’t have earned so much silver," Tang Xin said with a look of relief. Since the beginning of winter, there had been two snowfalls, but neither was significant, lting on the sa day they fell.
Hearing this, Mo Yan casually reminded, "Still, those on night duty should be careful. The coldest ti hasn’t arrived yet."
"Yes, I will speak to the village head about it. I’ll remind those people," Tang Xin replied seriously. In her mind, Mo Yan was a person protected by heaven, and even a casual reminder from her was sothing to be taken seriously.
Nobody imagined that this reminder would co to pass. When disaster struck, Mo Yan couldn’t help but wonder if she had acquired the mouth of a crow...
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