After Returning Home, I Cultivated Myself Through Farming

In the first month of the year, Shen Yan was laid off. Six years of work clothes were stuffed into a trolley suitcase. When he returned to Qingyuan County, what was waiting for him was the thirty-year lease that his uncle had signed for him: eighteen acres of barren slopes, eight hundred dollars a year. Poe was left by grandma. The old lady clutched the piece of jade before she died. She only had time to say, "Po can't be sold. There is something under the ground." He pressed the jade token into the frozen soil. In the snow nest, a ginseng seedling that had been withered for six years was turning green inch by inch from the root upward. There are rules for this skill: use it once to leave a mark, use it once to draw out your strength, and serve this slope at most in a season. The boss who collected the ginseng stared at him, as did the people from other counties who paid a deposit of 30,000 yuan without even asking for a receipt. For a slope of ginseng, he only dared to plant fifty ginseng trees first. There is a line of small words written on grandma's account book: It is better to be slow than to be fast, the slower will live longer.