Leisurely mountain village

After dinner, Ye Huan held Jingjing on a recliner outside the yard, looking at the stars and telling her fairy tales. Half of the yard was under renovation and not finished yet, so it was a bit messy. He moved the recliner out of the yard.

It wasn't until Bai Jie finished her work and came out to go home that Jingjing reluctantly said goodbye to her uncle. She had become very attached to him all afternoon. Her uncle was such a kind person; he gave her sweet candy, played with her, and fed her big chicken legs and delicious meat.

Tonight, Jingjing had sweet dreams, and so did Ye Huan. He suddenly thought that having a child might not be so bad, and then he sighed, wondering which woman in these mountains would be willing to marry him.

The condition would definitely be something like buying a house and settling down in the county town or a small town, which he would never agree to. He's finally returned to the village, what's the point of going back to the county town? He might as well stay in Shenzhen, it's more prosperous there.

After a night of wild thoughts, sometimes about his ex-girlfriend, sometimes about a movie star, he tragically discovered the next day that he had fallen asleep in his sleep.

After getting up and washing up, I washed my pajamas and hung them on the second-floor balcony. Luckily, I'm the only one living upstairs.

After going downstairs, he found Jingjing playing alone in the living room. He went over, picked her up, and asked, "Jingjing, why are you playing alone?"

"Good morning, Uncle. Mom and Grandma went to work in the vegetable garden and asked me to wait for you here." Jingjing was very happy to see her uncle again.

"Oh, I forgot, they have to go pick vegetables first thing in the morning." Ye Huan patted his head. "Did Jingjing have breakfast?"

"I've already eaten. I ate with Grandma and Mom. Grandma told me to tell Uncle that the porridge is in the pot, and Uncle should remember to eat it when he gets up." Jingjing remembered Grandma's words.

"Mmm, good girl, I'm going to eat breakfast." After washing up, Ye Huan filled a bowl with porridge, brought out a small dish of side dishes, and then two boiled eggs. He cracked them, peeled them, ate one himself, and gave the other to Jingjing.

Jingjing happily took the eggs and ate breakfast with her uncle. The workers outside had already started working, so it was a bit messy and dirty. After Ye Huan finished eating, he carried Jingjing out.

The village is now bustling with people, all trying their best to grow their vegetables well and prove to others that they are no less capable than Ye Huan. It's a pity that Ye Huan doesn't know this, otherwise he would only tell them two words: "Hehe."

If hard work can outweigh cheating, then what's the point of cheating? Everyone should just work hard.

The village now consists of either children under seven or eight years old or elderly people over seventy who no longer work in the fields. Even ten-year-olds are no longer able to work. Half-grown boys and girls are all working in the fields. This is perfectly normal in the mountains.

So Ye Huan didn't encounter many people along the way. Jing Jing perched on his shoulder, playing with Xiao Bai who followed behind. Then Ye Huan arrived at his grandfather's house, where Sai Hu jumped out, wagging its tail as if it were about to take off.

"Alright, alright, you simp." Ye Huan chuckled and patted the dog's head. It turned out that Xiao Hua had followed him in, followed by Xiao Tangyuan.

"Good morning, Uncle." Little Tangyuan greeted her uncle, and then pulled Jingjing along, the two little ones chattering away about something that Ye Huan couldn't understand.

Xiao Tangyuan is less than a year older than Jingjing. Her parents work in a shoe factory in Dongguan and only come back once a year at the end of the year, so she gets along well with other children of similar age in the village.

She is also more mature and composed than Jingjing, after all, their family backgrounds are different.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" Ye Huan asked curiously when she saw her grandfather rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

"Some things need to be aired out, otherwise they'll get moldy," Grandpa Ye Huan said with a smile. These were all his treasures, meant to be left to his eldest grandson.

Ye Huan nodded. She saw them and recognized several of them; she had seen her grandfather take them out before.

"Keep these two prescriptions safe, they're treasures." Ye Huan's grandfather handed him two prescriptions. Ye Huan knew they were his grandfather's invincible prescriptions for treating internal and external injuries. Someone had offered him 500,000 yuan, but he hadn't bought them.

Ye Huan looked at it and agreed. There was no safer place than his spiritual spring space, so he nodded without being pretentious. This was a precious legacy left to him by his grandfather.

Moreover, this prescription is made mostly from herbs unique to the mountains, and it is not suitable for mass production. He never thought of selling it; he just wanted to keep it as a family heirloom and pass it down from generation to generation.

Grandpa Ye Huan smiled happily. His precious grandson was the only one he could have. Now he was going to explain everything to him in detail, one by one, and then gradually hand it all over to his grandson so he could enjoy his retirement.

Although Ye Huan knew many of the people in the story, he still listened attentively to his grandfather's explanations. In this respect, he couldn't possibly match his grandfather's level of expertise.

The grandfather and granddaughter chatted happily about all sorts of delicacies and treasures all morning. The two little girls were sweating profusely from talking, and Ye Huan would wipe their sweat from time to time and then pour them some cool boiled water to drink.

When Ye Huan heard her mother calling for dinner, she helped her grandfather up, packed everything up, and took the two little girls, two dogs, and a wolf back home for dinner.

"I went to the woods today and saw some chickens that were quite big, so I caught one to try," Mom said, handing him a spoon.

Ye Huan nodded, took a sip of chicken soup, and said, "Delicious, very tasty." Then she tore off two chicken legs, one for Xiao Tangyuan and one for Jingjing, and filled a bowl of chicken soup for Grandpa. Everyone then began to eat.

"As expected of free-range chickens raised with spiritual spring water, the taste is amazing." After tasting it, Ye Huan began to look forward to the breeding industry. This is even simpler; just add a few drops of spiritual spring water to the water trough in the mountains every few days.

"Let's slaughter a pig and have some to eat another day," Ye Huan said.

"It's still early, at least until the end of the year. It's not that big yet," said Ye Huan's mother.

"Oh, that's okay."

"That Manager Du has eaten watermelon before. He said he can get around 20 pounds a day, 3-5 a day. You can name your price." Ye Huan's father finished a bowl of chicken soup and praised it highly before getting down to business.

“I’ve seen them, and they’re mostly around 20 to 30 pounds each. At 1000 each, it feels like a rip-off; they’re too big,” Ye Huan nodded and said.

Ye Huan's father nodded in deep agreement. The village already knew that Ye Huan's vegetables were expensive, so Bai Jie didn't show any surprise.

Ye Huan picked up her phone, found Manager Du, and sent her a message: "Limited to three watermelons per day, 1500 each."

Before I could even put my phone down, a message came in: "Okay!"

Ye Huan nodded. This year is just an experiment; we'll discuss a price properly next year. So he told his dad, "Dad, bring three watermelons every day, 1500 each."

"Okay, you didn't plant many in the first batch. Three a day will probably only last for a while."