Greenhouse vegetables were so profitable that Mo Yan actually wanted to grow them. However, this year many people in the village intended to set up greenhouses. If they could successfully grow vegetables, the price would surely drop, and there wouldn’t be much profit in growing them ourselves.
If they failed to produce vegetables, seeing our own fields lush and green would just invite resentnt, wouldn’t it? It’s possible that out of jealousy, they might cause trouble or spread rumors, ostracizing our family.
Moreover, there were no fools in Liu Yang Village. If the sa land and sa greenhouses yielded vastly different results, it would be hard to guarantee that these people wouldn’t beco suspicious. If they found any clues, our family would be in danger. She wasn’t about to take such a risk for a small profit.
People’s hearts are always unpredictable. Even if most of the villagers were courteous to our family, that was when there were no conflicting interests. Once there was a conflict of interests, these people might target us, treating us worse than strangers.
Later, seeing that the Mo Family was making no move to plant greenhouse vegetables, so villagers who wanted to do so grew suspicious and specifically visited the Mo Family to ask about it.
Mo Yan gave a mixture of true and false reasons, suggesting indirectly that they shouldn’t stake their entire fortune on greenhouse vegetables.
So heeded her advice and reduced their planting area by half, while others scoffed at it and stuck to their original plans.
Unfortunately, this winter was particularly cold, and several heavy snowfalls not only damaged many greenhouses but also made it extrely difficult to maintain a stable temperature inside them, despite constant heating. While leafy vegetables like spinach and garlic sprouts fared slightly better and produced so yield, fruiting vegetables like loofah and cucumber didn’t bear fruit at all.
Co spring, after calculating their losses, the villagers who blindly expanded their greenhouse vegetables had not only squandered their ager savings but had also racked up a lot of debt. Upon further reflection on Mo Yan’s previous advice, they were kicking themselves.
Those who had taken Mo Yan’s advice didn’t even manage to break even, but they fared much better than those who had lost everything, and were extrely grateful to Mo Yan, even calling her a lucky star.
Because of this, the Mo Family’s status in the village rose even higher. From then on, whatever the Mo Family planted in their fields, others would follow suit, daring not to act recklessly again.
Mo Yan, out of consideration for her fellow villagers and the fact that they had not done anything against her family, also did her best to help them get rich.
Only if everyone lived a good life could they prevent the ergence of jealousy, making her own family much safer. It was for this reason that, years later, Liu Yang Village beca the wealthiest village around Jing City.
Of course, these are all stories for another ti, so let’s not dwell on them for now.
Since the arrival of September, temperatures had dropped significantly. To ensure the fruit seedlings survived the winter safely, Mo Yan spared no effort.
Spirit Spring Water could accelerate the growth of the seedlings and increase their resistance, thereby enhancing their ability to withstand the cold, but that alone was not enough. Wrapping the seedlings in "warm clothing" was of utmost importance.
In her previous life, people kept trees warm by wrapping their trunks with straw ropes. Drawing from this experience, Mo Yan planned to wrap the seedlings with straw ropes as well. Liu Yang Village only had a few native households with straw, so she spent silver to buy a lot more and had the villagers twist the straw into ropes as thick as little fingers, waiting for the temperature to drop further before wrapping up the seedlings.
Mo Yan started the process and then left the rest to Lizhong, not involving herself further. However, after only two carefree days, she began having nightmares again, and unlike before, where they occurred once every few days, she now had them almost every night.
The dreams no longer featured just ordinary folk but even soldiers on the frontiers of Great Chu. Sohow, moldy grain had found its way into the army camp, and the soldiers who ate the moldy rice gradually fell ill. At first, it was relentless diarrhea, followed by dehydration and high fever.
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