1970s: Transmigrated into a cannon fodder female supporting character in a lucky koi novel!

After watching the spectacle, Wen Li put the watermelon rind she had finished eating into her spatial storage, and then quietly approached the edge of the woods.

A large pit had been dug there. Jiang Yue'er lay at the bottom of the pit, while Jiang Chen, with his buttocks sticking out, knelt on the ground with complete concentration, carefully removing the last ginseng root.

He was so focused that he didn't hear footsteps approaching from behind.

"Click~"

"Who?"

By the time Jiang Chen realized what was happening, it was too late. He only felt a sharp pain in the back of his head before he passed out.

Before he passed out, he only smelled blood, then warm liquid flowed from the back of his head. He had only one thought in his mind: "It's over."

"Oops? Did you go too far?"

Wen Li dropped the stick in her hand to the ground and apologized guiltily to the unconscious Jiang Chen.

"Sorry! You can't blame me for this, it's your own fault for suddenly shouting and scaring me!"

Seeing that Jiang Chen's head was bleeding, Wen Li quickly squatted down to check. After examining the wound on the back of Jiang Chen's head, she was relieved to find that it was just a minor injury.

Worried that the two would wake up too quickly, Wen Li gave them some more sleeping pills.

After doing all that, Wen Li dug out the ginseng. She examined it carefully and couldn't help but sigh. It was indeed a thousand-year-old ginseng. As soon as it was unearthed, it was filled with the fragrance of ginseng. Its medicinal effects were so strong that even a single ginseng root was probably as effective as a fifty-year-old ginseng.

If this were in the world of cultivation, wouldn't it have cultivated into a human?

She's actually quite grateful to the author now; writing such an incredible piece of work is a real treat for her.

Wen Li carefully placed the ginseng into a small wooden box, then searched through all the ginseng and lingzhi that Jiang Yue'er had dug up that day. After erasing her footprints, she patted her bottom and left.

This behavior is comparable to bandits raiding a village; it's incredibly immoral!

After leaving the scene of the crime, Wen Li picked half a basket of wild fruit and left the deep mountains. Instead of rushing down the mountain, she continued to gather firewood with the aunties in the village.

Seeing that the sun had already set, Wen Li chatted and laughed with her aunts as they descended the mountain.

I also taught everyone how to dry fruit to ensure that the sweet flavor of the dried fruit is not lost.

The aunties liked Wenli even more; after all, who doesn't keep their skills a secret?

Wen, the educated youth, didn't keep anything to herself at all. Instead, she told everyone openly, which moved them deeply.

Having gained some goodwill, Wen Li slowly returned to the educated youth compound. She suppressed her excitement and ate dinner. When Chen Yan came to ask her to go for a walk, Wen Li refused.

"I'm exhausted today and want to rest early, so I won't go. You guys go ahead!"

"Alright then, you should get some rest!"

"Okay, bye-bye!"

After Chen Yan and the others left, Wen Li immediately closed the door and then eagerly entered her spatial dimension.

She picked up the box on the stone table, opened it, glanced at the ginseng, and then removed a portion of the rootlets. With the spiritual spring water, she wasn't worried at all that this would damage the medicinal properties.

After removing the ginseng rootlets, Wen Li planted the ginseng in a cleared area. Then she watered it with half a cup of undiluted spiritual spring water. The ginseng absorbed the spiritual spring water, and the somewhat wilted ginseng vines instantly came back to life.

The thousand-year-old ginseng already has enough medicinal value, so Wen Li doesn't need to plant any more. However, she's worried that she might ruin it during processing, and she can't possibly hand over such a treasure to someone else for processing. So she'll wait until she's skilled enough before digging it up and processing it.

It can be passed down as a family heirloom to future generations.

As for the ginseng rootlets, Wen Li plans to try processing them, then store them away to nourish her father and the others when she returns to Haishi at the end of the year.

With one thing on her mind, Wen Li remembered that she had also managed to find a ginseng and several lingzhi mushrooms on Jiang Yue'er earlier that day. She planted them all in her space and then watered them with spiritual spring water.

Brushing the dirt off her hands, Wen Li finally left the space, satisfied.

Chen Yan and Qi Jun also wandered back. Wen Li opened the door, and Chen Yan was collecting the dried vegetables that had been drying in the yard.

"Huh? Didn't you say you wanted to rest? Why are you up again?"

"I just took a nap, but it got a little warm in the room, so I got up!"

"I bought a few bottles of soda today. Qi Jun has them chilled in the well. Would you like some?"

Wen Li nodded quickly, "Drink!"

Qi Jun put down the winnowing basket and, with great foresight, went to the well to scoop out some soda.

"I wanted to buy a watermelon to eat, but I couldn't find the kind you bought at the black market!"

Wen Li's lips curled into a smile. "You need connections to get this. If you want some, I'm going to the commune tomorrow, I'll bring one back for you!"

"Okay, I'll pay you back after you buy it!"

Hearing their conversation, Su Hao leaned closer and whispered, "Get one for me too, I'll share it with Lao Deng and the others!"

"no problem!"

Wen Li drank a bottle of soda, chatted with a few people for a while, and then went back to her room to read.

With little entertainment available, Wen Li can only pass the time by reading.

When Lu Zechuan returned, he was covered in moisture and his hair was still wet. As soon as he came in, Wen Li smelled the scent of soap on him.

Wen Li handed him the sliced ​​watermelon. "Have you eaten?"

Lu Zechuan took a bite of the crisp, sweet watermelon. He ate quickly, but there was still no sign of rudeness in him.

"We've eaten. Xu Yuan was unusually generous today, treating us to a meal at a state-run restaurant! I packed some spare ribs for you. Do you want to eat them before you go to sleep?"

"No need, I'm not hungry yet. I'll save it for tomorrow!"

After finishing the watermelon, Lu Zechuan took out a letter and handed it to Wen Li.

Wen Li was puzzled.

"Open it and take a look!"

Wen Li opened the letter; there was only one sheet of paper inside. The rest of the contents must have been kept by Lu Zechuan.

She read on patiently and saw in the letter that Wen Xu had returned, but was seriously injured and was still in the military hospital. He had made a great contribution this time and was sure to receive a first-class merit.

Wen Li's hands trembled as she read the report. Wen Xu had the spiritual spring water she had given him, yet he was still seriously injured, which showed just how severe his injuries were.

Without the spirit spring water, Wen Xu might...

Wen Li felt a chill run down her spine just thinking about it; her heart felt like it was being gripped by a pair of giant hands, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"My brother, he..."

Lu Zechuan didn't expect Wen Li to be so emotional. He quickly put down the watermelon and reached out to wipe away her tears.

"Don't worry, he's not in mortal danger. He's still recovering and will be discharged soon!"

Lu Zechuan was used to his comrades getting injured while fighting side by side; every mission they went on was a matter of life and death.

Broken arms and legs are common occurrences.

Perhaps because he had seen so much life and death, for him, as long as he was alive, it was not a big deal!

But seeing Wen Li's heartbroken expression, his heart was deeply touched.

When he was injured before, did his grandfather worry and secretly shed tears, just like Wen Li?

Wen Li cried for a long time before she could calm down.

"Is my brother really alright?"

"I don't know the specifics either. If you're really worried, call your father tomorrow; he should know more!"