She Only Cares About Cultivation

The more she thought about it, the colder her back felt. Forget it, better not buy it. Don’t throw away your entire life for a house you don’t live in often.

She ultimately missed out on the house, but it’s not something she regrets. If it’s meant to be, it will be; if it’s not, don’t force it.

By the end of September, the countryside enters a busy harvest period.

This year, her family’s vegetables and fruits were a bumper harvest as usual. Whatever she couldn’t finish eating, she tossed into space. She didn’t make as much pickled vegetables, but she did help her sisters sun-dry quite a lot of dried vegetables, because they depend on these dried vegetables to get through winter!

There were still leftovers from last year’s pickles. This year, she made mango dried pickles, taro seedling pickles, black olives, kelp, Dou Chi Fish, pickled green beans, and other kinds of pickles. With so many varieties and still fresh in taste, they would definitely suffice for winter.

She also made cured fish, cured meat, cured ribs, cured sausage, and when winter arrives, they can be openly taken out and eaten.

And when it’s just her and An’an, they can simply butcher fresh livestock from space. These foods were specially made to share with Qiuxia and her sisters.

The family’s vegetables and grains will be gradually moved to the cellar before November, with sauerkraut preparation starting half a month in advance.

After harvesting eggplants, cucumbers, and green beans, she planted cabbage and radish, which are essential winter vegetables.

The maturity periods for peanuts, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn were all different. Whatever others harvested, she would harvest the same, and the days had to be chosen for weekends, so the sisters could help her.

Since it’s work for private fields, it’s very minimal and just about finished over one weekend.

All plant stems like corn stalks and peanut vines were chopped up using the chopper, sun-dried, then ground finer, and kept for family consumption.

Yes, families with food shortages managed like this, many families steered clear by adding a bit of husk and skins as substitute food for steaming buns.

It sounds bitter, but she tossed them into space for her livestock to eat, because she needs milk, meat, and her Golden Finger from the transmigration to enjoy this, otherwise, who knows if she’d survive or not.

Don’t think she’s only raising one cow; whenever grinding flour is needed, the bull helps with the effort. The calf has grown up too, and in a few months, this family of three will become four. Compared to pigs, cows really are lucky—one gives milk, the other two can take turns working, not to mention they haven’t been slaughtered.

No one knows how many cycles pigs have gone through, raised till they grow old, then slaughtered, so she never lacks pork. Chickens, ducks, and geese come and go in cycles too; even she doesn’t know how many she has eaten. But whenever she craves a taste, she grabs one, takes it out for slaughter. Pigs are different; they must be slaughtered in space as the outside noise is too loud, plus space is clean and reduces waste.

Right now, she’s accumulated a considerable amount of pork, including pig blood, several big basins full, so she can thoroughly enjoy Big Pot Dish, Mao Xue Wang, and blood sausage this winter.

Probably about three pigs were slaughtered, as they grow fast, though space regulations limit her to raise only four, so anything beyond needs to be slaughtered.

She doesn’t dare live too lavishly though; adjusting from luxury to thrift is tough. Best to stash away some, and occasionally choose something to improve her meals.

The first thing she chose to eat was big bones, using them to simmer soup and make noodles—nutritious and delicious.

The limit for cows is four too; this one finally got pregnant, soon to add up to four.

The number for chickens, ducks, and geese combined cannot exceed thirty. For this number thirty, she’s honed her skills at catching livestock, even amassing quite a bit of duck feathers, goose feathers, and chicken feathers.

These feathers can be made into fans—it’s just that she knows how but hasn’t had time. When she has time, she could make some specifically to sell.

Having space is wonderful; being self-sufficient is even more so. However, there is plenty of work inside, especially clearing poop and manure, so much it makes one rethink life.

But the available space for use at home is extremely limited; excess is piled in space and smells bad. No matter how abundant in Spiritual Energy the area is, it gets overwhelmed by these smells. What can be done?

One day, she said to the village chief of Liujiatun: "I can help source a batch of fertilizer for the village, roughly three tons..."

Upon hearing this, the village chief was so excited they nearly jumped out: "Oh my dear, is there really this much? Three tons? Are you kidding?"

Since raising livestock and poultry, the manure has not been cleaned, and if it weren’t for the odor filling the place, she really wouldn’t have parted with it!

In the future, they’ll get it once a year, but she won’t give it for free. She’s unclear about market prices, so it depends on what the village chief says.

"I’m not kidding, it’s just about the price..."

"Oh right, the price, the price can be negotiated; as long as we have it, it can go at market price? Market price is one hundred thousand a ton, so let’s say one hundred thousand, three tons, that’s three hundred thousand, right?"

The New Coins amount to US$ 150, which isn’t low amidst the fertilizer era. Who would have thought it was quite valuable?

She never thought of haggling; even if space manure was fragrant, she felt embarrassed asking farmers for too many benefits.

She set the price—not wanting them to obtain it too easily else they’d take it for granted and keep coming back to her.

Three tons was her estimate; after agreeing on a price with the village chief, when delivering the fertilizer to the village entrance early morning, during the short handover, space measurements displayed there were four and a half tons of fertilizer.

She certainly won’t take a loss; so the next day she informed the village chief about the exact weight.

After checking that the fertilizer wasn’t intentionally diluted with water, they started carting batches to the fields. Before going over the scale, confirming there’s indeed extra, she gained a profit of 225 thousand.