Mrs. Chen breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the effectiveness of the method. "Thank goodness you thought of this idea, or else this year's ginseng would have been ruined."
Jinghan just smiled, didn't say much more, and merely poked the fire in the stove a couple of times before throwing in two more pieces of firewood. "Grandma, you better go outside, it's too hot in here. At your age, you might feel dizzy from the heat." The room was steaming hot, probably around forty or close to fifty degrees Celsius. Jinghan opened the windows to let out some of the moisture before pulling Mrs. Chen out of the room. It was too hot for anyone to bear.
Now that the drying method was proven to work, Zhixin didn't care that it was still raining outside; he hurried back to the village to spread the word. Consequently, every household in the village set up a room to burn more wood and dry their ginseng. Unintentionally, Jinghan had spread the method of drying throughout the village.
