The village head bustled off again, and Wang Sheng himself returned to his room with two ink sticks that were still a bit soft.
He wouldn't be using these ink sticks any time soon as they required a long time to air dry. After finding a dry place to store them, he returned to the yard, or more accurately, to the cultivated area.
He had planted a variety of things. Having not tended to them before, they were mostly thrown in haphazardly, as long as they could be planted.
Recently, having some time on his hands, he had started tidying up the medicinal herb field, classifying and organizing all the plants.
After all, during the process of sorting out the medicinal herbs, he could also progress his "Medicinal Plant Cultivation" skill.
"This is Codonopsis…"
It took him two or three days to classify and organize all the medicinal herbs. He also found the right spot for the Iron Wood, and then finally—
"Rice!"
