Leisurely mountain village

For the first time in my life, this book has made it into the Top 30 of the Urban Farming category! What a pleasant surprise! Thank you all for your strong support, brothers! Thank you so much!

Aside from giving away prizes to some viewers during live streams, there were no other channels for selling Ye Huan's fruit. Ye Huan's fruit has always been well-known, but nobody knew where to buy it until this fruit shop today.

How many rich people are there in the county town? Nobody knows, but Ye Huan has known for three days now that 300 a day is simply not enough to sell, which has surprised him.

However, he held back and didn't let his dad deliver it again in the afternoon, so he just kept it at 300 yuan a day. Ye Dafa didn't ask any more questions. Now, even with vegetables and fruits, he could earn 30,000 to 40,000 yuan a day. What more could he ask for?

Ye Huan wasn't unwilling to earn more money, but everything should be done in moderation. He understood the principle that too much of anything is as bad as too little. His plan for next year was to focus entirely on the high-end market and not compete with the low- and mid-range markets.

With more than five months until the Chinese New Year, he believed that by then, his abilities would be sufficient to prevent anyone from taking credit for his work or bullying him.

Cultivators are good-tempered? They must have gone mad from reading too much! Cultivators fight against the heavens for longevity, against the earth for resources, and against other people for opportunities. They spend their entire lives in struggle. Good-tempered cultivators would probably have grass growing three feet high on their graves by now.

Anyway, Ye Huan's personality isn't the kind that can tolerate things. When he was a child, he was bullied, and his grandfather said that since he was good at fighting, he shouldn't easily take action. So most of the fights were fought by Hu Zi and his friends.

But what Tiger and the others didn't know was that Ye Huan would always beat them so badly they couldn't get out of bed at night. Otherwise, why didn't anyone retaliate after each beating? Because they were all terrified of Ye Huan's heavy blows.

After Ye Huan finished speaking, he said only one thing: "If there's a next time, I'll sneak into your house at night and send you to your death." That year, he was in his third year of junior high school.

After dinner, while Ye Huan was playing by the river with Jingjing and Xiaobai, people from the county town came and questioned many villagers. Two people also came to the river to ask Ye Huan questions.

Have any strangers been to the village in the last couple of days?

"No, apart from the day the county officials came down to say they wanted to develop the area, that's all," Ye Huan shook his head.

"Have any other unfamiliar faces come to the village?"

"Probably not? This place is poor and remote, and peddlers are not very willing to come to our village."

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation." The two left and went to ask others.

Then, more and more people gathered at the place where Ye Huan was staying, mainly because there was a large shady area and a breeze, unlike the village entrance, where people often gathered, but there was no breeze there at the moment because the houses blocked the wind.

Unlike this place, where there are wheat fields just across the river, and the gentle breeze makes people feel lazy and relaxed.

Ye Huan brought his grandfather's recliner with him. He got a new one for his grandfather, which he bought together with the one in his cabin in the woods. He usually kept the old one in the yard or used it when he went out.

"What's going on today? Why are so many people here investigating? Haven't we already asked you all?" The question came from Ye Daming's son, a high school sophomore who was staying at the village during his summer vacation.

"Who knows? It's probably related to those Japanese devils from before. Anyway, it's none of our business."

"Brother Huan, I heard from my dad that you've struck it rich?" Ye Li, Ye Daming's youngest son and Ye Huan's cousin, said.

"I've made some money, but I'm still a long way from being rich." Ye Huan lay there and laughed, "You're only coming back now that summer vacation is almost over?"

"The school is offering extra classes, what can I do? Sigh."

"How are your grades? Is there any hope of getting into a top university?" Ye Huan had never talked to him about it, but he would always have a meal with his two older brothers whenever he came back.

After all, they're not that far apart in age, but it wouldn't work with this third child; there's a generation gap.

"Brother, don't make fun of me. I'm struggling to get into a second-tier university. My dad said if I can't get into a public second-tier university, I'll have to go to a junior college. He doesn't have the money to send me to a private one. I might as well go through the special admissions process."

"Ha, you kid, you don't even want to take the college entrance exam?" Ye Huan asked.

"You think everyone's like you, bro? Studying is all about talent. I'm just not cut out for studying. I didn't want to go to high school, but my dad insisted." Ye Li said speechlessly.

“Look, over the years, let alone our village, in our town alone, how many people have been admitted to top-tier universities? You can count them on one hand.”

"Then why are you taking extra classes? Isn't that a waste of money?" Ye Huan was also quite speechless. From childhood to adulthood, he had always been the "other people's child" that all the parents in the town talked about.

"It's mandatory by the school, I have to make it up, do you think I want to? It's over a hundred a day, I'd be so happy to get it from you."

"You little brat, don't let your dad hear this, or he'll slap you to death," Ye Huan laughed.

"Brother, our English teacher was talking about you before. She said you only got 50 points on the English section of the college entrance exam. Is that true? Otherwise, you should have been able to go to Kyoto University, right?"

"Huh? How did she know?" Ye Huan asked, puzzled.

"She said she was your classmate and came to our school last year after graduating with a master's degree."

"Oh? What's your name?"

"Xiang Wanwan".

"Oh, her? Hehe, she's already a teacher after graduating with a master's degree?" Ye Huan remembered a petite and delicate young girl in his mind.

"Brother, your English is pretty good, isn't it? I've heard you recite a text before," Ye Li asked.

"Yeah, in that exam, I finished one page, but didn't finish the other two." Ye Huan looked up at the sky.

"Huh? Why? Is there not enough time? Tell the teacher that the English exam for that year wasn't difficult?"

"Ugh, I was so sleepy, I fell asleep." Ye Huan was also in tears when she talked about this. She didn't know if she ate something wrong that day or what, but her eyelids were drooping and she barely managed to finish a set of interview papers before falling asleep.

"Pfft."

"Otherwise, I would have easily scored over 700 points, but I only got over 620 and went to Shenzhen University." Ye Huan's score surprised the school, and later his homeroom teacher and principal even asked him what happened.

Otherwise, Ye Huan might have been able to compete for the provincial top scorer that year.

Now, Ye Huan roughly knows what's going on. It must be his first time in a breakthrough state. He feels lazy, sleepy, and can't muster any energy.

But it's all in the past, so Ye Huan stopped dwelling on it. Anyway, Shenzhen University is pretty good; he's incredibly good at computer science and Demacia.

"Xiao Huan, what's the menu for this year?" someone asked.

"Aren't you already planting them? Take them to town or county and try selling them, ask for prices." Ye Huan didn't respond, just told them to sell them themselves.

There's no rush to cooperate. I'm still angry about last time. Anyway, my original intention was to use the seeds he gave me to grow them myself in the second half of the year. I'll decide how they turn out. Does he really think that just because he's farmed all his life, he can look down on people?

"The first batch of seedlings should have been harvested by now, right? Has anyone sold them?"

"I've asked several places. These days, it's selling for 5 yuan a pound retail, and vegetable vendors are buying it for 1.5 yuan a pound," said a man who was of Ye Huan's generation, though his relationship with the family was so-so. His father and the Eighth Master who was driven away were cousins.

In other words, his grandfather and Eighth Master's father were brothers, belonging to another branch of the Ye family.

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