Transmigrated Farmgirl’s Scheme to Get Rich

was taking a nap.
Mo Yan was also tired, so she took a nap too and woke up feeling refreshed.
Hard labour really is better than any sleeping pill.

The chickens knew it was hot outside, so they were crouching under the south wall, scooping up the soil and spreading it over their bodies to ward off the heat.

Mo Yan fetched the book that Mr.
Cao had given her and sat under the tree in the courtyard as she continued reading it.

She looked carefully through the pages and found out everyday herbs and spices such as onion, ginger and garlic all had medicinal properties.
Even different types of grains could be used to regulate the body if used properly.

If she had a nice father who was a doctor, she definitely would have studied medicine, but Cao Zhang had decided to ignore this good fortune before.
Mo Yan had studied history, and knew most officials of this time were nobles.
It was incredibly difficult for a peasant to pass the imperial examination and become an official.

It was the evening before she knew it, and Mo Yan wanted to gather a few more herbs.
Her sister and Mrs.
Liang couldn’t go with her because they had to fertilise the plants.

Her second grandmother was fetching water at the well again.
She thought Mo Yan was digging for wild vegetables and asked, “Yan’er, why are you digging up wild vegetables?”

Mo Yan dropped her basket, ran to her second grandma’s side and told her about the medicinal herbs.
She replied, “I can help with this.
Just tell me which ones you need and I’ll dig them up for you.”

“Aren’t you afraid that Mrs.
Ho will find out?”

Mo Yan’s second grandmother smiled and said, “If I don’t tell her and you don’t tell her, she’ll never find out now will she?”

She put her water jar next to the well and followed Mo Yan.

Mo Yan taught her how to harvest the herbs, “The dandelions should be dug up whole with the roots, we just need the stem of the chinese foxgloves but they can’t be broken, the muskrat root…”

The two kept searching when a plant with large leaves which was about two feet tall suddenly came into view.
Mo Yan’s eyes brightened, “This is a mandrake.
It’s a high-quality medicinal herb!”

Unfortunately, there was only one mandrake plant and it only had a few flowers.
Mo Yan looked at it wistfully as she thought, If only there were more mandrakes here!

She straightened up and saw her family’s fields.
The two acres of land they had at home wouldn’t grow much food, but if she could use them to grow medicinal herbs instead, they would be worth much more than wheat…

However, she would need Mrs.
Liang’s consent and she’d also have to carefully consider which medicinal herbs to grow.

Lu Junming saw Mo Yan at the pond from afar and ran all the way over, “Yan’er, are you here to gather herbs again? Let me help you!”

Mo Yan raised her hand to stop him, “There’s no need.
You won’t be able to do this, but I do have something to ask of you.”

“What is it?”

“Come to my house for dinner tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“My mum wants to apologise for what happened two days ago.”

“That’s not necessary!”

“Just go, ok?”

Lu Junming was a bit puzzled, but he agreed.

It was almost dark, so Mo Yan and her second grandma went home together.

When they got home, Mo Ling was cooking in the kitchen and Mrs.
Liang was shaking a straw basket.
It was filled with soybeans she had cooked in the morning and there was white flour on top of that.

After the white flour was evenly distributed, she used a sieve to add wheat bran to the basket, and mixed it with the beans and white flour.

“What’s this for?” Mo Yan asked in confusion.

“I’m making soybean paste.
The wheat bran makes the beans ferment faster.”

So this was how soybean paste was made!

Mo Yan took advantage of the remaining rays of light to sort the herbs in the basket.
The herbs that had been drying before were gathered and covered with a tarp to prevent them from getting wet by the morning dew.