As the warriors get busy, the logistics support departnt here naturally starts to get busy as well.
Ever since she discovered the benefits of planting herbs, she always planted the amount she needed and then began to soak and dry them.
In winter, she dries them on the heated bed, and when the sun cos out, she puts them outside the earth cave to dry. Of course, she dares not take them out when there’s a sandstorm.
These dicinal materials are self-grown, but it’s hard to make them openly visible!
Ever since Ye Huan beca pregnant, he wrote to his comrades inland, asking them to help send so southern seafood, like dried kelp, shrimp skin, clam at, and the like, because money here basically has nowhere to be spent, and you can’t buy anything good. At most, you can get Xinjiang specialties like raisins, dates, and cotton. Although they don’t care for it, people inland do, so the comrades began to mutually help each other like this.
Everyone is military personnel, so taking the military road is faster than civilian roads, but the fastest still takes one or two months.
Ye Huan thought it over and used this mailing thod to make the herbs visible.
The prices of these herbs are openly transparent, so Ye Huan entered the account at a price slightly lower than market price because she had no sales docunts and only used this thod. Unexpectedly, it generated an unexpected inco.
An occasional visit by a Tibetan dicine practitioner verified the quality, so the finances couldn’t complain. While white slips were inappropriate, the low prices permitted entry. Thus, the accounting wasn’t her concern.
If anyone really investigated them, they had nothing to hide. After all, the price they took was two cents cheaper than buying normally. One pound was two yuan, and 100 pounds were two hundred yuan. If they were really making a profit, it could only be higher than the market price, so how could it be lower?
Ye Huan’s original intention was to heal and save people, not to make money. Making money was also to make these herbs legitimately available. Would anyone believe her if she offered them for free? Too low a price was also inappropriate, as people might think her dicinal materials were of poor quality. So making a small profit beca the only feasible path.
The reason she could make a profit was probably due to cultivating within the space, but there were still too few seeds. She indeed had to ask Tong Zhan’s comrade for more dicinal plant seeds.
Considering this, she actually discussed the matter with Tong Zhan. He knew well how challenging the conditions were here, and dical supplies were desperately scarce. If his wife could save more people, no matter how tough or challenging it was, it would be worth it. So he readily agreed to the matter.
The spring sandstorms here are remarkably fierce. Though inford upon arrival, after two years, they still couldn’t adapt. Even in the office, constantly wiping the desk, a layer of sand always reappeared. It’s clear how harsh the weather is here.
Accessing water was a significant problem. Every morning, transport trucks had to haul water from the river to be distributed to the regint and then to each household.
With water being so hard to co by, bathing was even more out of the question. In Xinjiang, unless it’s sumr and you can take a dip in the river, you can forget about bathing in winter.
The water in Xinjiang is very clear, flowing down from the Tianshan mountains, and especially icy. Though it’s flowing water, just thinking about people upstream bathing in it during sumr and then drinking that water is utterly disgusting. So, as long as she’s around, she would find ways to drink water from within her space.
She cleansed herself daily in the space, and though she couldn’t guarantee baths for the family, ensuring cleanliness for washing feet and brushing teeth was possible.
Digging ditches was hard work. Not only the soldiers but sotis even the stationed families had to help. The land was abundant, and without irrigation, nothing would survive. However, redirecting the water could help the crops grow better.
Though the spring wind wasn’t like a knife, the intense sand could dry and peel your skin. Tong Zhan had been here just over a year, and his calluses had thickened another layer, with his exposed skin cracked excessively. Even using Clam Oil for relief didn’t make much difference.
Ye Huan couldn’t find a solution, so she planted so aloe, mashing it into gel every night to apply to her husband and child.
While others didn’t have the conditions, their family did, so they must protect their skin well.
In terms of food, outside they had to be like everyone else, but at ho, they could supplent slightly. Yet, they dared not be too extravagant. If a child spoke too boldly and word got out, who knew what would happen!
Now, in these tis, everyone minds their own business, and nobody has ti for others. As for food, she couldn’t help anyone else, but if any child had a headache or fever, she would certainly do her best to help.
Due to scarce resources, life on the frontier was already tough. Most people ca out of necessity; few like their family ca willingly to endure hardship.
Within a few years, relocated people and educated youths would expand this place’s scale, though now, it mainly consisted of regint formations.
They had no idea about the current dostic situation. Newspaper information was outdated, unavailable, and there was no printing press to publish. While they had radios, not everyone could afford them, and even then, whether there was any signal here was an unknown. So, saying they were isolated was no exaggeration.
Luckily, though life was hard, all consumption was naturally pure. When spring ca, Xinjiang’s land was extraordinarily beautiful, with abundant grass and flowers appearing plentifully. dicinal materials, mushrooms, and wild grass erged endlessly. However, unfamiliar with the terrain, they dared not forage randomly, requiring locals to guide them to avoid accidentally eating sothing poisonous.
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