Rural Generation of the Eighties 118: Chapter 118
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In recent days, Yezhi has been extremely busy, overseeing oil extraction and guiding breeding efforts... She wishes she could split herself into several pieces to manage everything. 0
 
"Yezhi, do you think sending a truckload of Bilo seeds to the Agricultural Bureau is too little?" Too little? According to Yezhi, even half a basket would be considered too much. 0
 
"Village Uncle, isn't that too much!" Yezhi calculated stingily. 0
 
"How could it be too much! If it weren't for those distant relatives coming around asking for favors, Jiajia could easily gather two more truckloads," Zhou Village Head lamented while slapping his thigh. 0
 
Yezhi felt it was nothing unusual; it's human nature, a characteristic of Chinese culture. Zhoujiatun had gained a reputation for selling rice and improved its living conditions. It was no longer the well-known relief village of the Commune, so if relatives weren't coming around now, when would they? 0
 
Zhou Village Head had a negative view of those asking for favors because, as Meizi said, in the past the village faced difficulties and had to borrow grain every year. The villagers endured plenty of disdain and ridicule, but to survive, they had to swallow their pride. 0
 
"It's the same for Village Uncle; after all, it's all for others." 0
 
"How can it be the same? Sending it to the Agricultural Bureau is for scientific research, benefiting the country and the people. It's not something a small household can compare with!" Village Uncle had high aspirations, but in Yezhi's mind, there wasn't much difference. The most important thing was still to live well and manage oneself. 0
 
Soon enough, this year Yuan Longping would successfully breed Chinese Hybrid Indica Rice; how could their village compete with Yuan the Great, the Father of Hybrid Rice? 0
 
"Yezhi, do you think our village should buy a few more horses and make some more carts?" Transportation is also productivity; Zhou Village Head was thinking about it, and so was Yezhi. 0
 
"Village Uncle, I have the money to buy horses; I'll cover it from my end and pay myself back after selling the oil!" 0
 
"Alright then, I'll get started on buying horses right away!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Village Head hurried off energetically. 0
 
"Master, you have a package!" Haha, it must be the Brain Supplement that Bidefo ordered for me! 0
 
After secretly receiving the Cosmic Express package, Yezhi hid behind a wooden oil barrel and opened the beautiful metal box. Instantly, a dazzling light shone forth. "Wow, The Miracle of Druba 'Energy'." Yezhi felt incredibly happy inside; it truly seemed like whatever she wished for came true. With the "Energy" stone in hand, she felt confident about planting anything. 0
 
 
Consciousness logged in, eagerly calling Xiao Fang to connect with Hong Dou. On the table scattered with petals, a halo spread out in a cross from the horizon. The two facing each other pointed at one another and laughed heartily. There was no way around it; their tables were identical, both hands raised to shield their foreheads from the petals. The pitiful look they had was amusing; when alone, it didn’t seem so bad, but to others, they looked utterly foolish! 0
 
“Haha~ Yezi, you’ve also been poisoned by Dulisa! We really are kindred spirits!” Hong Dou rolled on the ground laughing, accidentally letting a petal fall into his mouth. “Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!” 0
 
Yezhi laughed heartily and curiously asked, “I say, why don’t you resist?” 0
 
“What’s the use of resisting? Tiansuo tried to resist, and that night Dulisa came over and sang ‘Confidant’ 108 times at his house. Oh~ this song is an old tune passed down from who knows which planet by Bodoria, and it talks about friendship and loyalty. Listen to this!” A classic ghostly wail echoed from Hong Dou’s side, and Xiao Fang cooperated perfectly, dangling in mid-air like a marionette. 0
 
“Xiao Fang, you really love to perform!” Hong Dou appreciated Xiao Fang’s interaction with him. 0
 
Pulling down the playful Xiao Fang, Yezhi brushed off the petals from his head and sighed, “When will this life come to an end?” 0
 
“Soon, once the movie is released, we won’t have anything to do with it anymore!” Yezhi didn’t mind the giant Dulisa occupying the entire table; it was just that the petals were too annoying. If they stayed still for five minutes, there was a risk of being buried under them. 0
 
“Hong Dou, why did you send me so many Druva Energy Stones!?” It was a typical case of someone taking advantage of a situation. 0
 
Hong Dou scratched his head. “Didn’t I receive your New Year gift? It’s only right to return the favor!” So it was a return gift; she must have hit the jackpot! 0
 
“That set of New Year gifts isn’t worth much; you’ve lost out big time!” 0
 
“Not at all! That set of New Year gifts has brought honor to my family!” Hong Dou looked genuinely delighted. 0
 
“How so?” Yezhi asked in confusion. 0
 
Hong Dou was startled. “You don’t know? No way!” 0
 
“It’s just some New Year supplies for celebration; what does that have to do with bringing honor? Besides, my reputation has been a bit tarnished lately. In the latest round of voting on Social Network, I’m firmly seated as the annual money-grabbing expert and the universe's black shop; business for ‘Earth's Rarity’ isn’t easy!” Fame brings trouble; ever since it exploded online that ‘Earth's Rarity’ only serves the privileged class and wealthy people, Xiao Fang and Xingli cried their eyes out—one lamenting not being able to help their master share worries and the other saying they hadn’t managed the online store well. Xiao Fang stubbornly insisted that he couldn’t disturb his master who was in love. In the end, paper couldn’t cover fire; on the first night back at camp, Yezhi saw the huge pinned post on Social Network. That night, Xiao Fang’s plump figure seemed particularly small as tears flowed like rivers. Now when Yezhi thinks back on it, he can’t help but laugh—was it really worth getting so worked up over such a small matter? 0
 
 
"Cut it out! Don't pay attention to those poor people's meaningless complaints. They are just sour grapes because they can't have what they want. The poorer they are, the louder they cry, while the rich just enjoy themselves. Doesn't that highlight the word 'rare'? Anyway, in the noble circles now, if a family doesn't have a New Year Picture for the New Year, that's quite embarrassing; and if someone has an ancient Cured Meat, that's a symbol of status. My family has been making quite a splash lately; even the royal family doesn't have it as good as us. My duke father and princess mother are so pleased, praising me for making friends and fulfilling their requests. I'm so happy!" After hearing Red Bean's words, Yezhi felt justified in accepting a box of Energy Stone without any gratitude. 0
 
Cutting off the video, Xiao Fang held his head and said, "Master, is what Brother Red Bean said true?" 0
 
"Of course it's true! Does Red Bean look like someone who lies? Even if it weren't true, so what? The money has already gone into our pockets. Recently, there haven't been many customers in the shop, but that's fine; Xingli can enjoy the holidays at home. Once the wild fruits are in season, customers will naturally come back!" With the master's reassurance, Xiao Fang felt empowered. 0
 
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Watching amber-colored Rice Bran Oil flow into a barrel taller than a person, sealed away! Throughout the winter, Zhou Youcai, who skillfully made barrels in the village, couldn't be more excited or proud. 0
 
"Leaf, I might not be able to keep up with just making barrels in the future!" Zhou Youcai rubbed his fists together. 0
 
"Brother Zhou, your skills are so good; you can't just make barrels! That would be a waste of talent! You should teach a few more apprentices so we can turn furniture into art to sell!" Yezhi particularly loved handmade furniture. Every line polished by hand seemed to have its own vitality. Moreover, she preferred practical art over deliberate artistry. Furniture should be appreciated for its practicality and aesthetics; it has great potential for development. 0
 
"Art... art pieces? That sounds impressive, but... what is it?" Zhou Youcai scratched his head. Seeing Yezhi clap her hands and laugh made him grin foolishly too. 0
 
"Brother Zhou, it means selling the furniture you make all over the world for people to collect!" Yezhi painted a grand picture. 0
 
"Aren't furniture meant to be used? What's there to collect?" This time Yezhi was speechless from laughter. After thinking for a moment, Zhou Youcai said, "Leaf Sister, anyway, I'll listen to you; whatever you say goes!" 0
 
Yezhi was taken aback and suddenly felt pressured! 0
 
 
 
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