Chapter 8 I don't, I don't, I just want to make some hard-earned money)
Chapter 8
"Okay, okay, my son's words are indeed far-sighted and thoughtful. It really makes my mother happy..."
"????" Looking at his mother, Han, who had successfully figured it out in front of him, Yang Qian, who looked confused, suddenly felt extremely tired. How could I be so far-sighted?
"Why did Madam say this?" Uncle Song, the housekeeper, took two steps forward and asked, somewhat confused.
Yang Qian was also a little confused. He hadn't explained his purpose clearly yet. Why did his mother act like my son and win my heart?
"You can help people for a while, but not for a lifetime." Han's voice lowered a little by three points, and then stopped.
The housekeeper, Uncle Song, a seasoned and experienced man, suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Yang Qian with an increasingly appreciative look.
"Young Master has really grown up..."
I don't, I'm not, I just want to earn some hard-earned money or hard-earned money... Yang Qian opened his mouth and faced his mother's loving care, the admiring expression of his butler Uncle Song, and the adoring eyes of his close friend Zhili.
Yang Qian could only force a smile, revealing a noble smile that regarded money as dirt and fame and wealth as floating clouds.
Come on, let this beautiful misunderstanding continue to be beautiful for the time being.
As for the area for planting leeks, Yang Qian made the choice after a little thought. Ten acres of land was considered the limit.
After all, leeks are just vegetables. After the post-disaster reconstruction period is over and vegetables in various places grow, the demand for leeks will inevitably decrease significantly.
Therefore, there is no big use if you plant too many. What’s more, the leeks that have been treated with a failed formula of herbicides grow extremely vigorously. One acre of land can only be harvested at a time of 1,500 to 1,500 jins instead of 2,000 jins.
Ten acres of land, that's one to twenty thousand catties, and three to five crops can be harvested. If it can't be sold...
The entire Yang Mansion was filled with piles of fragrant leeks. When they deteriorate and rot, the scene is so beautiful that it is hard to imagine.
Uncle Song, the housekeeper, smiled with relief and his chest thumped loudly.
"If it's just ten acres of land, that would be easy. Outside the walls of our Yang Mansion, there are more than ten acres of vegetable beds, but they are empty now.
Young Master, you can just use it. If you need help, just ask Mr. Chen or Mr. Chen."
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Back in the courtyard, Zhili was about to follow Yang Qian into the house, but was locked out by Yang Qian, whose face turned black and was extremely angry.
"Sir, I'm still outside, why did you close the door..."
Zhili stared blankly at the door that almost hit the bridge of his nose. It was a rare occasion for the young master to deal with so many people today. It was normal for him to feel exhausted mentally.
He turned his head and looked at the new bud tips emerging from the stubble of leeks in the yard, thinking about what he had seen and heard today.
Thinking back to the ingenious flowers and trees in the courtyard in the past, Zhili felt really sad.
Unexpectedly, for the sake of the vegetables that the people eat, the young master is willing to turn his own courtyard into this state. It is really pity and admiration.
I really underestimated the young master before, and always felt that the young master's behavior seemed a bit abrupt and out of line.
But now it seems that these details have not damaged the noble gentleman's demeanor and his heart for the world at all, as well as the poem "Compassion for the Farmers" that made everyone burst into tears and be deeply moved.
"In the future, we must pay more attention to maintaining the image of a tall and stalwart gentleman, even if it means sacrificing blood and life."
As the young master's bodyguard and senior servant, Zhili couldn't help but clenched his fists and secretly swore an oath to protect him with shining eyes.
After Yang Qian entered the room, he fell straight on the couch. His overall condition was definitely an advanced version of being as weak as being weak and paralyzed.
"Shi Guan, that's the price of a working-age cow. It's just gone. System uncle, why are you trying to trick me like this?"
"Uncle System, if you are really the uncle, can you please give me some compensation to make up for the hurt I have suffered in my heart?"
"..."
He collapsed on the couch and tried for a long time anyway. Even if Yang Qian turned 720 degrees on the couch and knelt to save him, the system didn't respond at all.
Only after completing the task, the simple and elegant treasure box obtained was suspended motionless in the sea of consciousness.
In desperation, Yang Qian could only focus on the treasure box and watch the treasure box slowly open.
Then it turned into a point of light and dispersed, and a piece of paper danced seductively in the consciousness...
"The 1994 Taix Company's high-quality laying hen feed formula... If I really believed your evil, I would be a stick."
Yang Qian, who was paralyzed on the couch, looked at the title at the top of the note and immediately laughed.
Herbicides make grass grow faster than hormones. What are the blinding side effects of this layer feed formula?
Yang Qian touched his chin and looked at the note. Unfortunately, there was only a recipe table on the note, but no other instructions.
It seems that the side effects of the Sao system will only appear after you have tested it yourself.
Fortunately, the raw materials for the two formulas given by the system are all natural and chemical-free formulas that can be collected in this era.
The money in hand flew away, and the new formula was so speechless that Yang Qian, who was physically and mentally exhausted, let out a long sigh.
After all, it was because I was too careless that I went to inquire about the price from Tong Zhili, a little white Facebook user who doesn't know how to distinguish between grains and grains.
This proves one thing that it is important to keep abreast of changes in market demand.
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After the meal, Yang Qian rubbed his belly, smelled the strong fragrance of leeks that filled the courtyard, and walked on the corridor under the eaves to eat.
Touching the abdominal muscles that had gone through these days of push-ups and planks, they were slightly stiffer, but still as shallow as a close-fitting salted fish. Yang Dede couldn't help but frown.
As a top student in the Physical Education Institute, the sense of survival crisis arises spontaneously, and the instinct of athletic talent seems to be roaring in the body: Yang Qian, you can't let yourself sink like this.
Don’t forget the hard years you spent in the gym. Don’t forget why you bleed, sweat, get injured and gain muscle?
Is it just for the sake of making the opposite sex smile, trying hard to show off your male hormones, like a little bitch?
No! You are a straight man who is proud of masturbating. You are a pure man and a rough man who is willing to use your strong muscles and body to help the weak!
Yang Qian touched the only remaining abdominal muscle on his current body. The satisfied smile on his face gradually dissipated, and his expression gradually became serious.
Although I have left the Physical Education Institute, I may never be able to take up my beloved physical education teaching major again in this life.
However, people cannot become salty fish. Even if they travel to more than a thousand years ago, they should still have dreams.
We must find back the vest line, the eight-pack abs, the buttocks, the pectoralis major muscles that can beat automatically, and the high metabolic rate that allows you to eat and drink like crazy without getting fat.
ps: Thank you to book friend Chi Su Tuanzi for your reward and support. Thank you to book friends for their support. I will definitely write it carefully and write an interesting story for everyone.