The Lucky Farmgirl

Zhou SiLang was stunned and asked, "Where did you get so many ginger seeds?"

He didn’t remember the family leaving her with that many ginger seeds.

"I’ve talked to my sister-in-law, and she agreed to give me more than half of the ginger buried underneath the vegetable garden, and Shanbao’s flower beds also have quite a few," and some were purchased from the marketplace, but that portion Manbao was not going to mention. With a casual wave of her hand, she said, "Anyway, I have enough to plant."

Zhou Erlang listened and nodded repeatedly, "As long as you have a plan, that’s fine."

He felt that even if the heavens were not kind this year and only the ginger seeds managed to survive, they could still be sold for a good amount of money. Zhou Erlang knew the value of ginger.

Moreover, the yield from an acre of ginger was not small, evident from the produce of Four’s five or six parts of land last year.

Zhou Hu had no idea how profitable ginger could be. His family had taken a few ginger seeds from Zhou’s two years ago to plant, and after two years, they now just had enough for their own consumption.

Especially now that his wife was unwell, the doctor had suggested using ginger with brown sugar. So, their household never had enough ginger.

However, by asking Auntie Qian, they could usually take a few pieces home.

After some thought, Zhou Hu decided to plant more ginger in the vegetable garden once he got back, at least to ensure enough for his family’s needs.

While Zhou Hu was deep in thought, Zhou SiLang suddenly sprang up and exclaimed, "You planted two acres? By autumn and winter, can you even sell so much ginger? Won’t the price be driven down to the ground?"