My village can't be like this

Chapter 332

"Just think about it, we only have such good food in our village. Then when others eat it, they must not think of our village first."

As for the fruits produced in the space, as long as they appear on the market, there will definitely be no competition pressure.

Especially now that there is a supermarket with Ding Yi, he is already preparing branches in various places.

In addition, Fatty Lu's brother also told Zhang An that he wanted to acquire it and hoped that they could expand the planting area. There was no lack of sales channels at all.

When the time comes for them to carry out marketing and publicity, there will be no need to worry about not being famous, and the village will naturally become famous.

Even if you want to spread the seeds outside, you have to wait until the planting area in Changqing matures.

"And uncle, even if there is no shortage of market for the fruits we grow ourselves, if we grow them elsewhere and there are more things, the price will come down."

As the old saying goes, things are more valuable when they are scarce.

Even if Ding Yi and Lu Cheng are on the same side, for Zhang An's sake, they will definitely give priority to Chang Qing's side if they get the same result.

But no matter how good something is, if there are too many of them on the market, the price will definitely shrink due to the increase in quantity.

After listening to Zhang An say so much, Zhang Jianwen realized that there were so many more things in it.

And if these things Zhang An said are really done, it seems to be quite beneficial to the village.

At this time, the enthusiasm that had always been dedicated to the village even though he was old began to beat.

When Zhang Jianwen heard Zhang An's remarks, he immediately seemed to be exposed to something new. His eyes were moving around, obviously thinking.

"Yes, yes, that's indeed the truth, or you young people are so thoughtful."

He just didn't have an open mind, it wasn't that he couldn't think, so he quickly understood what Zhang An meant.

"But Anzi, even if we don't sell seedlings, then someone who is interested will do it secretly, right?"

Before he was happy for a while, Zhang Jianwen frowned again.

They are all farmers who have been farming all their lives. Even if there are no saplings, there is really no technical difficulty in getting some seeds, cuttings, and grafting.

Moreover, we cannot rule out the possibility that someone in the family may have problems. After ordering the seedlings, it is not impossible that they will be distributed to close relatives at home.

"Don't worry, uncle. If they want to do this, let them do it. If they can really do it, that's their ability."

Zhang An smiled and reassured the frowning old uncle that he was not worried about this problem at all.

Since before, there have been many people who have been jealous of their cherries, both in the village and outside the village.

If it could really be done, the news would have spread a lot.

Moreover, Zhang An had already done all the methods they could think of.

Now there are two rows of fruit trees planted by Zhang An in the vegetable plot of Zhang An's old house.

It can be cut, grafted, or seeded. It does not pass through any space at all, and the growth rate is extremely slow.

The fastest grafted seedlings only bore fruit last year, but the quality of the fruit was actually better than ordinary ones.

But compared with the fruit produced on the original plant grown in Zhang An's space, it was indeed a big difference.

Therefore, Zhang An never worried about someone doing it secretly.

"But uncle, if someone in our village wants to give it to his relatives or something, we can't stop him."

If this fruit tree is really planted outside, that is the only possibility.

There was nothing Zhang An could do about it, but Zhang An was smart and told his uncle that he would solve it himself.

Developing the village has always been my lifelong wish.

If anyone ruins his wish, then my uncle will definitely ruin your dream of making money.

After chatting about the matter, the old village chief Zhang Jianwen took Zhang An and chatted for a long time before letting him go home.

"Fourth grandfather and uncle are both here."

After returning from Zhang Ping's house, Zhang An saw that his fourth grandfather and uncle Zhang Jianfeng were both there.

"No, your father's old rheumatism problem in his legs has returned. It hurts even when he walks, so I brought him over to you to get a couple of injections."

Although Fourth Master Zhang is much younger than Second Master.

But I am almost sixty this year. When I was young, I slept too much all night in the mountains and suffered from rheumatism.

Although Zhang An has not been studying medicine for long, he has a good memory and is willing to work hard. He is now quite proficient in acupuncture.

Not long ago, Fourth Master Zhang asked Zhang An to insert silver needles several times, and the results were very good.

Fourth Master Zhang used to ask people from the health center in town to perform intubation. Now that his grandson can perform intubation, he will naturally not go to outsiders again.

"Then why don't you call me back? You really do."

Zhang An complained a little that his family didn't call him back, but instead let the old man beat him here.

Rheumatism is not an ordinary disease. The pain can kill your life, and it will definitely be excruciating if you have to endure it.

"We just came here, and you came just after we sat down."

Zhang Jianfeng smiled and said that he knew that Zhang An had always attached great importance to several elderly people.

Zhang An washed his hands, went home, took out the silver needle, and then got a bottle of soju and a big bowl.

"Uncle, please help grandpa into the house. The wind is blowing outside."

Zhang An took out the silver needle and disinfected it with soju, and then said to Zhang Jianfeng outside.

In fact, this needle does not need to be sterilized, because every time Zhang An uses it, he will disinfect it with soju and put it in the space, which is very hygienic.

However, Zhang An still took the trouble to disinfect it every time he took it out.

Later, Zhang An will use soju when inserting the acupuncture, and the injection is rheumatism, so he cannot blow air, otherwise the effect will be greatly reduced.

After everyone helped the old man into the house, Zhang An poured a bowl of soju and lit it.

Nowadays, the reading of soju is quite high, and the surface of the soju is covered with blazing blue flames.

Unlike the loose wine baked in later generations, which was expensive and difficult to light, it must have been filled with too much water.

"Fourth Grandpa, please bear with it a little. It will be hot later and it will swell when the needle goes in."

While Zhang An was talking to the old man, he dipped his hand into the bowl of burning wine flame and slapped it on the upper and lower parts of Mr. Zhang's knees and calves.

This is to use the high temperature of the burning soju to drive away the air and moisture in the bones of Zhang Siye's legs to facilitate subsequent treatment.

This method was also learned by Zhang An from Zhang Yixing, and it has a great auxiliary effect on acupuncture treatment of rheumatism syndrome.

Moreover, the acupuncture method used by Zhang An is the burning mountain fire in the Golden Needle Fu. This is something Zhang An has spent a lot of energy to learn for a long time.

It is mostly used to treat cold numbness, numbness and deficiency and cold diseases.

After being slapped with soju twice, the expression on Fourth Master Zhang's face softened a lot.

Although it burns the wine, it is a bit hot when slapped on the meat.

But this feeling was nothing compared to the pain that drilled into my bones.

It seems that there is no difference, the temperature of these wines has also penetrated into the skin.

Zhang An then picked up the silver needle, heated it in a wine bowl, and inserted it into the acupuncture point on the old man's knee.

After the first injection, the old man acted like a fine person. It was only after the second injection that he felt a little bit better.When the third needle was inserted, and then until the fifth needle, the old man began to gasp.

This is not due to pain, but due to swelling in my legs.

"Master, the swelling only lasted for a few minutes, and then it subsided after a while."

Sure enough, after a few minutes, the old man's face became lighter and he felt less bloated.

However, the silver needle will take half an hour to prick, and it is not available yet.

Speaking of which, it was fate that caused Zhang An to tremble with fear when he saw such a long silver needle piercing his body.

But now, he actually learned how to prick acupuncture. It is true that as people mature, they often become what they hate the most.

When Zhang An was giving the old man an acupuncture, an idea suddenly came into his head.

Whether it is in martial arts novels or martial arts TV series, it is mentioned that using Qi to heal people's injuries.

Then can he try to control the internal energy in his body to give people acupuncture?

As soon as this idea came to him, Zhang An's eyes began to shine.

But this time he endured it. After all, it was his old man's leg and he couldn't try it randomly.

Because the acupuncture points in the human body are relatively fragile. If one of them is not good, it will destroy the old man's legs.

But when you have time, you can try to find a few animals in the space.

First determine whether it is feasible and whether there will be any dangers.

"Okay grandpa, it's almost time. I'm going to remove the needle for you."

After Zhang An pulled out the silver needle, a stream of black blood came out of the needle hole.

This is blood that has been damaged by rheumatism. It is always in the joints. How can it not hurt?

"Grandpa, the shochu moxibustion I used this time should be good for a month or two. When you go back, remember to pay attention to what I told you last time."

Zhang An used needles directly in the first few times, so the treatment effect was relatively short-lived, and it would start to relapse in a week or two.

"Okay, I understand."

When he came here, the old man's feet couldn't even touch the ground, and it hurt when he put them on the ground.

Now after being stabbed by Zhang An, he can walk normally like a normal person.

There is a numbing feeling on my feet. This is because I have been lifting my feet just now.

"Then big brother, Xiao An, let's go back first."

"Yeah, make sure you hold on to me when you go back."

It was getting dark, Zhang Jianfeng wanted to take the old man home, and Zhang An's family didn't leave them alone.

"Why don't you support me? When I came here just now, it was so painful that I couldn't help it. Now it doesn't hurt anymore, so I don't need any support."

The old man who had always wanted to be strong in his life, after putting down his trousers, walked away minding his own business.

But to be honest, the old man is still in his sixties and still very strong.

But when he was ravaged by rheumatism, it was indeed a bit serious.

Early the next morning, when Zhang An got up to practice boxing, he found Xiao Heizi running home.

Seeing Zhang An, this little guy, no, he is a big guy now, rubbed Zhang An's legs affectionately.

There was a strip of cloth tied around Heizi's neck. Zhang An reached out and touched inside the strip of cloth and took out a piece of paper.

Because Heizi has now become a postman on the mountain and down the mountain, this strip of cloth is the postal bag Zhang Yixin sewed specially for him.

There is a row of specially sewn pockets inside for holding notes.

Don't be like the little tiger who lost it because of playfulness or got it wet with saliva.

Opening the note, it turned out that there were no incense sticks on the mountain, so Zhang An was asked to carry some up.

There have been many people wandering around Changqing in the past two days. They discovered that there was a bluestone path heading towards the bamboo forest.

Some people are more curious, while others want to go and have a look in the bamboo forest.

After walking in, they discovered that there was a Taoist temple on the mountain behind the bamboo forest.

People in the village have been relatively free these two days. Taking advantage of the Chinese New Year, everyone made an appointment with three or five people to burn incense in the Taoist temple.

For such an event, before Zhang and his party had gone out before, everyone would take the initiative to go there every year.

And those who come from out of town or from other villages, when they see someone going in to burn incense, they naturally follow them in.

When I go out to play, I naturally want to relax and take a walk.

Now that I see a Taoist temple, I naturally stick incense sticks to pray for peace at home.

And everyone also left some money for charity, a few cents less, a few yuan more, everyone's thoughts.

On the first day, Zhang and his party were not prepared at all. There was not even a merit box in the temple. Everyone just put their money on the table.

Seeing more and more people, Zhang and his party urgently asked Zhang An to make a merit box and bring it up.

At the beginning of the year, when I went up to the mountain to deliver the merit box, there was still a pile of incense sticks.

As a result, it had only been two days and it had already been used up. It seemed that there were quite a few people going up the mountain to burn incense.

But it’s normal. In Changqing Village now, in addition to watching shows in the sunbathing area, there are various kinds of food to eat.

Others can only take a walk by the river, or go to Guanyin Cave to see the scenery. It's not impossible to be taller by the way.

Of course, such a trip has already taken most of the day, especially to the river, where everyone who comes here has to go there.

This year, there is a Taoist temple as a new place. Everyone will go and take a look, so naturally there will be more people.

Zhang An returned home, found a large basket, filled it with incense sticks, and took Heizi back to the mountain.

After all, people have already started to go up the mountain. We can't let them go. If we want to offer incense and find that there is no incense, that won't work.

Fortunately, Zhang An's family bought more incense sticks this year, otherwise, he would have to go to town to buy them now.

Sure enough, when Zhang An walked into the Taoist temple, he found that there were less than twenty sticks of incense left on the altar table where the incense and candles were placed.

Logistics supplies were in short supply. No wonder Heizi started rushing down the mountain for [-] miles early in the morning.

"I brought twenty sticks of incense here this time. I'll go to town to buy more in the afternoon. I didn't expect such people to come."

The incense sticks in this backpack are already the entire inventory of Zhang An's family. He will definitely make a trip to town in the afternoon.

"I didn't expect there would be so many people. In the past few decades, only villagers would come to the Taoist temple."

Zhang Yixing didn't expect it. He was used to the way it was before, so when he asked Zhang An to buy incense and candles that day, he didn't buy much.

"No, the village is different now. More and more people will come here in the future."

Now Changqing is getting better year by year, and the old uncle still has big plans in his heart.

So in the future, there will only be more people coming, not less.

(End of this chapter)