Li Long had stacked all the fritillaria dried in the Big Courtyard in bags inside the side room.
Now, whenever he had time, he pulled over a little stool, set out two large basins by the hand pump, and washed fritillaria.
Every day, a fair amount of fritillaria came back from the Wooden Cabin in the mountains and the Purchasing Station. On a slow day, it was a few dozen kilograms; on a busy one, more than a hundred.
Most of the fritillaria collected at the Purchasing Station was dried, or at least half-dried. It was the opposite at the Wooden Cabin, where most of the fritillaria they bartered for was fresh.
This fresh fritillaria needed plenty of space to dry before it became the dried fritillaria Jia Tianlong was willing to buy.
Of course, some of it also needed a thorough washing from Li Long. The fritillaria from the Purchasing Station was generally fairly clean. If it was dirty, Gu Boyuan either turned it away or lowered the price.
That was why the resellers and the people who dug medicinal herbs in the mountains washed it beforehand.
The fritillaria brought back from the Wooden Cabin gave Li Long the least trouble. Sun Jiaqiang had already washed it before loading it onto Li Long's vehicle.
The dirtiest fritillaria was what he bought from the Forestry Team. Those bags contained leaves, mud, and even stones.
The herb gatherers had not done it on purpose, of course. When the Forestry Team's forest rangers collected the fritillaria, the gatherers were either still digging or had just finished. They could not spare any attention for those details while digging. At that point, speed was all that mattered.
Li Long let his thoughts wander as he washed the fritillaria.
Jia Tianlong had called again yesterday,