Early the next morning, as soon as Wang An finished dressing, he headed straight for the toilet.
It had to be said that upon waking up so early, the urge to both defecate and urinate was quite intense.
After a violent session of excretion, Wang An felt a sudden sense of complete transparency throughout his body.
After leaving the toilet, Wang An went to the small grove where the ginseng was planted.
Aside from the Grade Six and Grade Five leaves, which he planned to preserve as dried ginseng to avoid any accidents, the Grade Four and below had all been planted in this small grove by Wang Dazhu.
In truth, the best way to preserve ginseng is to plant it back into the soil, as only then can the medicinal properties be fully retained without loss.
If made into dried ginseng, not only is the preservation process very troublesome, but the loss of medicinal potency is inevitable.
Of course, theoretically speaking, dried ginseng has no expiration date; as long as it is stored properly, it will never lose its medicinal power.
Actually, wild ginseng is not that delicate; on the contrary, it is very hardy. One can imagine that if wild ginseng didn't possess such tenacious vitality, it would be unable to survive in the harsh environments of the wild.
Over the course of a few days, there had been no change in the ginseng planted in the soil. Wang An took a look and then turned back to the house.
After washing up and eating breakfast, Wang Dazhu and his wife, Wang Li, and Shen Wei all arrived.
After attaching rice transplanters to both walking tractors, the group of seven set off to transplant the rice seedlings.
Wang Daliang drove one walking tractor with Yao Ping sitting beside him, and Wang Dazhu drove the other with Liu Guilan sitting beside him.
As for Wang Li and Shen Wei, they rode in Wang An's sidecar.
Just because Wang An wanted to take the sidecar to the fields, he was given a lecture by Liu Guilan.
Just as Wang An was kick-starting the sidecar to warm up the engine, Liu Guilan said instinctively
"You're riding a motorcycle to the fields?"
Wang An replied casually
"Yup. This thing breaks easily if you don't ride it often."
Liu Guilan said with a face full of displeasure
"Going to the fields to transplant rice, and you're still riding a motorcycle around just to show off?"
Hearing this, Wang An said with a grin
"Mom, does that mean you want the three of us to walk?"
Liu Guilan said irritably
"Then just stand on the transplanter and make do for a while. Besides, our family has ten large livestock; which one of them can't pull a cart? Wouldn't hitching a cart work?"
Wang An continued with a smile
"I'm telling you, Mom, once you get a motorcycle in the house, you have to ride it every day, otherwise what's the point of having it? Don't you agree? Besides, once winter comes, this thing will be completely useless."
Liu Guilan didn't buy into Wang An's logic and said crossly
"What? Doesn't that thing burn fuel? Doesn't fuel cost money?"
Wang An shook his head and said very smugly
"It doesn't cost money. What money? If I run out of fuel one day, I'll just ask my eldest sister and Wu Dong for some. Whoever dares not to give it to me, I'll just cling to them until they do."
Upon hearing this, Liu Guilan instantly shut up.
Perhaps Liu Guilan suddenly realized that for her eldest son, something like fuel wasn't an issue at all.
After thinking for a moment, Liu Guilan said
"Then how do you have the nerve to shamelessly ask others for it?"
Wang An smiled as if it were the most natural thing in the world
"What's there to be embarrassed about? It's their honor that I ask them for things; they're all wishing I'd ask them for something."
Although Wang An said this in a joking manner, it had to be admitted that it was the truth.
Setting everything else aside, the favor of the gold alone was not something they could repay in a short amount of time.
Therefore, when Wang An spoke, neither Wang Dazhu and his wife, nor Wang Daliang and his wife, nor Wang Li and Shen Wei showed any expression of doubt.
Of course, Shen Wei didn't doubt him simply because she trusted Wang An; she didn't know about the other matters.
Seeing his mother looking like she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words, Wang An said cheerfully
"When I have some free time, I'll teach Dad how to ride this thing. Then I'll let Dad take you wherever you want to stroll or wander. Just think about it, wouldn't that be exciting?"
It had to be said that this sentence of Wang An's managed to hit Liu Guilan's soft spot instantly.
Liu Guilan said with a face full of joy
"I want to go see your eldest uncle. Can we go there on this thing?"
Wang An was stunned for a moment. Theoretically, there was no problem, but riding a motorcycle for a long time makes your backside sore—fortunately, it wouldn't be his backside that was sore.
Thus, Wang An smiled: "Of course we can."
It was clear that Liu Guilan was full of anticipation at the prospect of visiting her brother.
Once the group arrived at the paddy fields, they cut the small seedlings and the mud crust from the nursery into strips, then shoveled them onto the transplanter's tray. Wang An drove the walking tractor and began the trial.
Only after a full tray of seedlings had been planted into the muddy water did everyone begin to inspect them one by one.
Naturally, Wang An felt a hint of trepidation.
After all, the transplanters of this era were different from those of later generations, and the transplanter Wang An had modified could only be described as theoretically feasible.
But theory is theory; only if it works in practice is it truly successful.
Fortunately, after the inspection, everyone's faces were filled with joy, and there was no need to manually replant any seedlings.
This was sufficient proof that the modification of the transplanter was a genuine success.
For Wang An, the result met his expectations, and he could finally put his heart at ease.
Second Mother Yao Ping praised him with a smile
"Xiao An really can do everything. He even fixed a transplanter that so many people couldn't figure out. In the future, when we plant rice, we finally won't have to stay bent over in the mud for days."
Wang Daliang also said with a smile
"I knew that only our Xiao An could figure out this transplanter; everyone else's efforts were in vain, hahaha... Now planting rice will be much easier."
It had to be admitted that Wang An's modified transplanter was nearly a generation ahead of the transplanter industry.
Because according to normal development, such mechanical transplanters were still not very refined until the 90s.
Simply put, the vast majority of people still didn't quite trust these things.
Wang An smiled and said
"This success is thanks to my dad. If Dad hadn't stepped in at the critical moment, this transplanter might not have been usable today."
Wang An shifted the credit directly to Wang Dazhu, which made Wang Dazhu very happy.
He almost let out a proud snot bubble.
While Liu Guilan was also very happy, she said nothing. Mainly, because she had questioned Wang An time and again before, she now felt a bit bad toward her eldest son.
Of course, Wang An didn't care about that. All he cared about was that he no longer had to plant rice with his back bent and his backside sticking up.
(End of Chapter)