Read Novel Full Chapter 268: Are You Sick?
Chapter 268: Are You Sick?
Jiang Ning couldn’t understand. She had only bought a house, so why had she become the target of so many people’s animosity?
However, things needed to be settled. Finally, she relaxed and said, “Since it’s a misunderstanding, I won’t hold it against you this time. But it might not be so easy next time.”
With that, she floored the accelerator, and the Hummer roared away.
Rong Sanshao was left choking on exhaust fume, and he nearly exploded on the spot.
Damn it, his last super off-road vehicle had turned into a pile of scrap iron like this!
Son of a b****!
Leaving the community, Jiang Ning asked puzzledly, “What do you think Rong Sanshao is up to?”
Huo Yishen couldn’t understand the mindset of rich second-generation individuals. It took him a while to respond, “Last time, he spoke up for you regardless of his companions faces. This time, he deliberately drove over. He’s probably trying to find an excuse to get closer.”
Jiang Ning couldn’t figure it out either. Who knows what’s going on in the mind of the rich second-generation?
“Do you think he knows something and deliberately wants to get closer?” She was referring to those three cars or maybe the secret in the space.
Perhaps he had traced the matters of Aoyuan through Yang Jie, and even further back.
The Rong family was able to live a glamorous life in the last three years of the apocalypse just by relying on their astonishing wealth, and even let Fengcheng Municipal Government invite them back to develop the economy. They were not simple-minded individuals.
Moreover, at this meeting, how could Jiang Ning fail to notice that Rong Sanshao had changed?
Huo Yishen’s expression turned serious. “Whatever he’s up to, we should remain vigilant at all times.”
The newly built school had not yet opened for enrollment. After discussions with the authorities, it was temporarily lent to the Chinese Medicine Research Institute for recruitment and processing of medicinal herbs.
When Jiang Ning drove in, many people had already gathered for interviews and inquiries.
Many survivors from the lower classes had no medicine. Learning some medical skills or planting herbs seemed like a profitable venture.
Unfortunately, not only did they require basic knowledge, but they also only provided one meal for work, and there was no salary or food allowance.
Wasn’t this like working out of generosity? They don’t even have a full stomach.
Learning about the situation, many people left feeling frustrated.
Staff at the Chinese Medicine Research Institute were equally frustrated. Starting without funds was difficult. They also wanted to recruit people and pay salaries, but with the harsh daylight conditions, cultivating herbs required great effort.
Just maintaining a constant temperature indoors exhausted all their funds. They were also working solely out of generosity, aiming to inherit a civilization that had lasted for thousands of years.
“Professor Ma, will we come back empty-handed this time?”
A student said with frustration, “The medicinal herbs we brought back last time were cared for like treasures, but still, half of them died, and the remaining ones didn’t grow well.”
Ma Guangnian felt heavy-hearted but still comforted them, “Take it slowly; things will get better.”
The Hummer was too conspicuous; it drew everyone’s attention as soon as it entered the school gate.
Ma Guangnian just felt the car seemed somewhat familiar, but then he saw Huo Yishen and Jiang Ning getting out of the car, and he was pleasantly surprised, “Comrade Huo, Comrade Jiang, why are you here?”
“We happen to live nearby, and we’re also interested in planting medicinal herbs, so we came to have a look.”
They had discussed medicinal collection last time. Jiang Ning, a medical student, left a deep impression on Ma Guangnian. “Are you here to apply for a job?”
Sitting in an office and squatting to plant herbs were not gonna work. Jiang Ning came today mainly to establish connections. She hoped to have a reason to interact with Ma Guangnian in the future. “Professor Ma, actually, we want to carve out a path in medicinal herbs, but we’re not very good at planting, so we want to come and learn some experience.”
Making a living by planting and selling herbs?
Ma Guangnian suddenly became interested, “How did the herbs you brought back last time grow?”
Jiang Ning modestly replied, “They’re doing okay; about seventy to eighty percent survived.”
The staff were astonished; even with their careful nurturing, only half survived. How did they manage it?
Facing the confusion, Jiang Ning didn’t hide anything, “We built a glass greenhouse. The indoor temperature doesn’t fluctuate much, and if the weather gets too cold, we burn some charcoal.”
It was clear: anyone who could drive a Hummer in the apocalypse wasn’t lacking in family conditions.
Unlike them, although they’re from the Chinese Medicine Research Institute, they found it as difficult as reaching the sky to build a greenhouse.
It wasn’t that the relevant departments didn’t support them; it was just that glass was precious after the earthquake. Even if they had it, they prioritized food production to ensure the survivors’ sustenance.
The institute already had a greenhouse, but getting approval for a new one was out of the question.
A greenhouse couldn’t grow many herbs at all, let alone produce on a large scale.
Jiang Ning’s words inspired Ma Guangnian. Just because the institute couldn’t build one didn’t mean others couldn’t.
In the three years of the apocalypse, those who held medicine in their hands undoubtedly held other’s lives.
Even if it was expensive, there were always people willing to buy it. If the government couldn’t cultivate it on a large scale, why not encourage private cultivation?
Whether for inheritance or benefiting the people, it would be of great benefit to society.
Especially upon learning that Jiang Ning had a glass greenhouse of over a hundred square meters, Ma Guangnian’s heart stirred.
One didn’t want to sit in an office, and the other didn’t have a glass greenhouse—it was a perfect match.
Ma Guangnian extended an olive branch, “We can teach you scientific cultivation, basic Chinese medicine, acupuncture, acupressure, and related medical knowledge. But you’ll need to give us twenty percent of the herbs you grow. If you need us to provide seedlings, then we’ll need an additional ten percent. How does that sound to you?”
Jiang Ning pretended to discuss with Huo Yishen and agreed after considering for a while, “That’s fine. We’ll figure out the seedlings ourselves.”
Both parties quickly reached an agreement and signed the contract on the spot.
Ma Guangnian planned out the varieties for them to cultivate. “With unpredictable weather changes every day of the year, the most needed herbs now are those for colds. Some might cause a fever, while others might trigger lung infections. I’ve listed nearly thirty kinds of herbs here, all suitable for treating illnesses. You can find the seedlings according to this list. If there are any problems during the cultivation process, you can come to the base and find the staff anytime.”
With no objections to the discussion, he clearly explained the best cultivation methods and growing environments for each herb, also testing the trio’s medical skills.
The siblings hardly understood, but Jiang Ning had some basic knowledge and had self-studied for a few years. They decided to start with entry-level basics.
This was a good way forward; Jiang Ning still had her medical books.
Meanwhile, over at the Rong residence, Rong Sanshao returned home with a dark face, and the butler hurried over to call the private doctor.
Throwing his slippers off, Rong Sanshao sat angrily on the sofa. “I’m not going to die, no need to call.”
The incident in the community couldn’t be hidden from Mr. Rong. He quickly returned from outside.
Seeing his son with a bruised forehead, he suppressed his temper and asked, “What happened?”
“I drove a car and hit the car in Building 50..”
“What were you thinking?” If he wasn’t his own son, Mr. Rong would have thrown a cup at him.
Before clarifying the situation with Building 50, he spoke up for them, offending most of the community. Those people only tolerated it because of the Rong family’s face; they didn’t dare to openly oppose.
That was fine; a bunch of second and third generations who only knew how to eat, drink, and play, relying on their ancestor’s fame to live splendidly without knowing the outside world’s cruelty, would only lower their intelligence if they hung out together.
In this regard, he agreed with his son.
But what was the deal with him crashing into Building 50’s car?
“Are you out of your mind? If someone dares to injure a bodyguard, they’re obviously reckless. Now they’re even bringing out bombs and grenades. Why did you dare to fight back when you are so stubborn