Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Lin Tingting was about to open her mouth to retort, she didn't want to sleep on a hard and cold floor!

But seeing her cousin's cold gaze, she swallowed the words she was about to say. She pouted, feeling wronged, and could only agree.

It's okay, she can just sleep on the floor for two days and then move in!

Zhou's mother pursed her lips at the arrangement but didn't say anything. As long as she wasn't made to sleep on the floor and didn't have to listen to the "earthquake" together, she was fine with it.

Zhou Yanshen immediately found a sturdy old blue cloth and a rope, and deftly strung a curtain across the middle of the kang (a heated brick bed), fixing both ends to the walls, thus creating a relatively independent space. Uncle Ding's luggage was simple, just a few changes of clothes, which he placed on his side of the kang.

Zhou Yanshen turned around and went into the inner room, rummaged through the room and found a set of bedding, and then got some dry grass, which he prepared to lay on the floor for Lin Tingting to use as a bed that night.

With the arrangements for Uncle Ding's move-in complete, it was quite common in those days for a dozen or so people to live on a single kang (heated brick bed).

As for getting things done? Just pull the curtain closed, and it'll be done secretly and quietly at night.

Let alone back then, even now, it's common for construction workers' dormitories to house two or three couples with four bunk beds. They still share rooms, don't they? Anyway, whoever is single suffers. (True story)

Lunchtime is tight; after lunch, I still have to go to work in the afternoon.

Since Su Wanqing had promised to treat Uncle Ding's leg in front of everyone, she naturally wouldn't go back on her word. She said to Zhou Yanshen, "Yanshen, take Uncle Ding to the clinic. I'll take some time this afternoon to examine his leg carefully and determine the treatment plan."

Zhou Yanshen was a little worried: "Won't this disturb your work too much? Tingting has plenty of time in the afternoon, she can take care of your uncle."

Su Wanqing smiled and glanced meaningfully at the reluctant Lin Tingting: "It's alright, I'll first check on Uncle's leg condition and formulate a plan. If he needs help, I'll naturally call on Tingting."

Of course, she wouldn't let Lin Tingting, the instigator, just sit idly by and watch the show; she had to put in every bit of effort.

Since Lin Tingting has come all this way to disgust people, then she'll have to make her suffer!

Zhou Yanshen grasped Su Wanqing's hand. "Wanqing, my uncle is like a mentor to me. He was very good to me when I was little and taught me a lot. If his leg can really be cured..."

"Don't worry, it's curable, no big problem. Don't you trust me?"

Zhou Yanshen's expression softened. "I believe you, Wanqing. Thank you."

He has always trusted his young wife, and now he would believe her even if Su Wanqing said she could pluck the moon from the sky!

Only then did Zhou Yanshen feel at ease pushing Uncle Ding, and together with Su Wanqing, they first took Uncle Ding to the clinic to settle him in, before hurrying to his own workplace.

Only Su Wanqing and Uncle Ding remained in the clinic.

"Uncle, sit here for a while. I have to go to the oyster mushroom cultivation site right away, I'll be right back." Su Wanqing poured half a cup of warm water for Uncle Ding and placed it next to him.

Uncle Ding nodded, putting on an understanding look: "Alright, you go ahead and do your work. If any patients come, I'll tell them to wait a bit."

Su Wanqing thought to herself that this clinic might not have a single proper patient for ten days or half a month, but she replied aloud, "Okay, thank you for your trouble, Uncle." After saying that, she hurriedly went to the planting site.

Uncle Ding surveyed the shabby clinic alone, a look of disdain on his face:

"This place is so run-down, it has no equipment, hardly any medicinal herbs, the walls are bare, there's not even a decent medicine cabinet... With these conditions, you dare to boast that you can cure my leg? What are you going to do? Are you just bragging?"

He recalled his trip to a major hospital in Beijing years ago, where there were cabinets full of traditional Chinese medicine alone, as well as all sorts of advanced instruments he couldn't name. Even a foreign doctor was brought in to take X-rays, but in the end, he still shook his head and said there was nothing he could do. This rural clinic is simply a joke!

Uncle Ding cursed under his breath, all his last bit of hope gone. He felt he had come for nothing, that he had been used as a pawn by his niece.

He couldn't stay still, and happened to see the tools and scraps left by Zhou Yanshen in the corner. Looking around, he realized that apart from his wheelchair and a consultation table, there wasn't even a stool for patients in the clinic. So he simply wheeled over, picked up the tools and wood, and started thinking about making a few stools.

He taught Zhou Yanshen all his carpentry skills.

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When Su Wanqing arrived at the planting site, Dean Shen was explaining the key points of mycelial propagation to Jiang Weiwei. Jiang Weiwei listened "attentively" and occasionally asked some seemingly clever questions, which made Dean Shen nod frequently.

When Jiang Weiwei saw Su Wanqing enter, she immediately looked gloating:

"Su Wanqing, where are your mycelia? You'd better cultivate them carefully. This time we all start at the same point, with 100 new mycelia each. I'm watching closely to see how you cultivate another 300-jin miracle!"

Su Wanqing walked over, deftly picked up her own box of mycelium, and said in a calm but confident tone, "I can cultivate 300 jin without any problem. But I'm quite curious to see how Comrade Jiang cultivated 250 jin."

That sounds like he's calling her an idiot.

"Hmph!" Jiang Weiwei was taken aback. "I rely on technology and equipment, of course! I'd like to see how you do it!"

"Look all you want," Su Wanqing shrugged indifferently.

Old Shen also stopped explaining and said with great interest, "Let's go to Comrade Su's planting room together, and I'd like to see your operating procedures."

The two followed Su Wanqing to her plantation.

In front of them, Su Wanqing took out 100 standard mycelium test tubes. She first wiped her hands and tools repeatedly with alcohol swabs, and the workbench was also cleaned spotlessly.

Because the more sterile the operation, the higher the output.

Then comes inoculation and mixing of the culture medium: using nutrients produced by Space Fertile Soil and alfalfa meal, which significantly increases yield; finally, bagging…

"That concludes my work for today." Su Wanqing neatly packed up her tools, clapped her hands, and said, "Now I'm going to lock the door and let the mycelium grow quietly."

Jiang Weiwei curled her lip, looking disdainful: "I don't see anything special about your operation. You're not even as good as me! You're putting on a show like it's real. I'm just waiting to see if your mycelium can actually grow flowers!"

Dean Shen looked thoughtfully at the area where Su Wanqing had just operated and nodded slightly.

Putting everything else aside, Comrade Su's almost obsessive attention to aseptic technique and those unusual culture media truly demonstrated a level of rigor that was different from ordinary people, unlike someone who would just be fooling around without any knowledge.

Seeing that Su Wanqing was about to leave in a hurry, Jiang Weiwei quickly called out to her:

"Hey! Su Wanqing, Professor Shen is explaining the key environmental factors for mycelial growth to us! With such a rare learning opportunity, don't you want to listen carefully and improve your skills?"

She wanted to keep Su Wanqing around because she knew everything Old Shen had just said, and could show off her knowledge. But she needed a foolish backdrop to highlight her intelligence, and Su Wanqing was undoubtedly the best choice.