Chapter 604 Trial by Dirt
Chapter 604 Trial by Dirt
The next morning, Yunice joined the hands–on training session organized by the school.
She had assumed “hands–on” meant anatomy ss–dissecting cadavers with a group of <b>students </b><b>pushing </b>their limits. That kind of thing. She actually felt confident at first, With her experience<b>, </b>this <b>kind </b>of coursework was child’s y.
But when the teacher had them pick up hocs, rakes, buckets, and shovels, and led them into a <b>greenhouse </b>covered in stic sheeting, she realized this was way out of her expectations.
“Students,” the teacher announced, “aside from your core subjects, we also offer electives. This month’s hands–on training is about learning real–world skills. You see this patch ofnd? It’s an experimental field. I nted all these herbs myself. Your task is to observe how their different growth patterns affect their medicinal properties. Then you’ll write a research report. If it doesn’t meet the standard, you lose points<b>.” </b>
Yunice, like everyone else, widened her eyes in disbelief and bent down to touch the sea of lush green.
Around her, the other students were whispering to each other.
“What kind of herb is this? It’s growing like crazy…”
“It’s not listed in any of the textbooks. Maybe it’s a new variety the teacher cultivated?”
Yunice plucked a strip of long, narrow green leaves and hesitated. “This <b>is </b>just grass<b>…</b><b>” </b>
The other students paused. Her words were like a bucket of cold water, snapping them out of their <i>daze</i>.
They had all secretly suspected it too–but no one dared say it. They assumed it must be some kind of herb that looked simr to weeds, and they were too afraid to speak up and get called ignorant.
After voicing her suspicion, Yunice continued digging around the patch and spotted a pitiful little nt. “Amidst all this grass, there are a few Polygonatum nts.”
The teacher folded his hands behind his back, smiling slyly at them. “We have eighty–four students. This field has been divided into eighty–four sections, each marked with a student ID and name. Find your own plot and begin your research.”
Yunice asked, “So you’re saying our task is to weed out everything except the herbs?”
The teacher nodded with a smile. “Exactly.”
Yunice strongly suspected this whole training course was the teacher’s personal idea. His experimental field had clearly been overrun with weeds, and instead of clearing it himself, he roped in a bunch of clueless students to do freebor.
The fresh–faced students had already started finding their sections inside t
“Yunice! Yours <b>is </b>over here!”
“Hey, mine’s right next to yours!”
“Aww man, Lena, mine’s so far from you guys!”
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Chapter 604 Trial by Dirt
Yunice’s two roommates were also in the training ss–Lena and Jennie.
Both were neen, bright–eyed and casy to get along with
Jennie’s plot was next to Yunice’s, so the two could chat while they worked.
Pushing her sses up her nose, Jennie muttered, “Yunice, is the teacher just making us pull weeds?
“That’s part of it,” Yunice replied. “This stuff’s called ‘old grass. If you use tools, it often leaves the roots behind, and it’ll regrow. So it’s best to pull it by hand, making sure the entire rootes <b>up</b>. But it’s <b>rough </b>on the hands.”
“Still, I think there’s another reason behind this.”
Jennie looked at her curiously.
“Our course is about identifying herbs at different stages of growth. I think what the teacher really wants us to do is learn to tell the difference between weeds and medicinal nts.”
If you don’t have a solid grasp of herbal identification, how could you possibly know which to pull and which to keep?
“You make a good point,” Jennie nodded.
All around them, students were already at work–some digging with tools, some pulling by hand. One mistimed pull left a student falling on their butt and ttening someone else’s field.
The teacher strolled through the field with his hands behind his back, not the least bit worried about stepping on any herbs.
Then he paused behind Yunice, watching how she worked.
Unlike the others who yanked big clumps at a time, Yunice was more methodical. She found the midpoint of a single weed, used a utility knife to slice into the soil, and split the root mass into four parts before removing them one by one.
Old grass was notorious for its deep, thick roots and strong grip on the soil. Only a few wispy shoots <b>were </b>visible above ground, but below could be a root system the size of a fist.
Grabbing a whole bunch and yanking often just tore your hands apart.
By cutting it up first, she broke the resistance, making it much easier to pull.
“You’re a student from this year’s ss<b>?</b>” the teacher asked.
Yunice looked up. She was three or four years older than the others and had been a non–enrolled outsider until now. Even in the same uniform, her eyes held apletely different energy.
his back. “This month’s
The teacher said nothing more, simply walked on with his hands still beh. training has five assessments. This is just the first. Only those who pass this part can move on to the <b>next</b>. Use your time wisely. Don’t ck off and hold up the rest.”
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