Yang Ruxin felt a headache coming on. Was it really necessary to be this excited? But since they had agreed, that was good. She could organize another herb picking team in the village, leading everyone to gather medicinal herbs on Xiaocang Mountain, which was rich in resources. Of course, they could also cultivate a group of Medicinal Farmers. Her master had mentioned that the land near their village was very suitable for planting medicinal herbs.
In fact, Ruxin didn't know much about which land was best for which crops. After all, in her previous life, she had lived in a city surrounded by skyscrapers. At most, she had seen people growing chives and the like in foam boxes, and one could simply buy ready-to-use nutrient-rich soil. But in this era, that kind of knowledge was profoundly arcane, with generations of farmers having accumulated their experience.
