Before setting off, Xie Ming used a lucky charm on himself and spent a lot of money to buy a sleeper berth on the train.

Once on the train, he hooked up with an old man who was also going to the same place to find his son.

The two chatted happily along the way and formed a deep friendship. After getting off the bus, the old gentleman knew that Xie Ming did not have a place to stay, so he insisted on taking him to his son's house.

When Xie Ming boarded the train back home, he already had a specially approved document in his hand. Other relevant documents had already been sent to his province in advance.

While the villagers of Dongyang Village were still worrying about when the relief grain would arrive this year, city leaders arrived in the village with their leadership team.

Despite being mentally prepared, Xie Hou still panicked. Helpless, he reluctantly led the visitors to see the rose garden they had built and the simple incense-making office.

City leaders were also curious about how the village came up with such a project and even received approval from higher authorities.

You know, this is a time when it's easy to make mistakes in anything you do!

Only those fearless, headstrong young people dare to do this, and the pragmatic leaders are quite pleased. With the backing of a high-ranking leader, this is a secure achievement.

The neutral faction is also happy; every family has a good kid they want to promote, and this one just happens to be sent here.

As long as you stay honest and do nothing wrong, you can get through these years.

If everyone thinks something is good, then it really is good!

The investigation report was quickly completed and submitted to higher authorities, along with a project proposal for building the factory.

The villagers are unaware that the village will soon be lifted out of poverty, and they are still hoping that the relief funds will be more plentiful and arrive in their hands as soon as possible.

Some curious and clever people guessed that the leader's visit to the village must be related to the Xie family's sons.

The wildflowers we dug up last year have become quite popular, attracting even city leaders to come and admire them. The news spread, and people from the county and various villages came to see what was going on.

Xie Ming returned to the village when things were in turmoil. He had barely arrived home when he was surrounded by elderly people before he even had a sip of water.

Those with a keen eye knew he had returned with good news. Seeing the pairs of bright, sparkling eyes, he didn't hide anything and told them about his previous plans, as well as the details of his trip.

Of course, there were dissenting voices in the village, but those were all about an unseen future, nothing compared to the reliability of actual grain production.

Xie Ming didn't say much and slapped a stack of "Happy Reunion" photos on the table.

"Don't be curious, this is the money we made from the rose garden we cultivated. After deducting the work points for us and the miscellaneous expenses, we earned about 1,500 for the village."

The elderly people were shocked; they had made so much money from just a small plot of land at the foot of the mountain, less than five acres.

What would happen if all the land in the village were planted? They didn't even dare to think about it.

Xie Ming poured cold water on the idea, saying, "The fertile land in the village will still be used to grow grain. We'll let you know the specifics once the village decides."

The older women immediately started gossiping, while the older men were curious about how he had run into such a lucky person while he was out.

Xie Ming briefly recounted his good fortune, emphasizing that it was the rose-based perfume that made him that much money.