Since her luck turned around, everything Jiang Hexi has done has gone smoothly.

She cultivated a group of perennial shrubs such as snow willow, red photinia, clown firethorn and New Zealand flax on the riverbank, and transported river stones of different sizes from the shallows to lay them in layers along the stream.

Under her meticulous guidance, the entire Monet Garden is beginning to take shape.

The nursery owner came to inspect the environment for growing flowers. He scooped up a handful of yellow clay and said:

"This soil is too thin; it's not suitable for growing flowers."

"What kind of soil will it take?"

The nursery owner asked her, "Do you want to grow beautiful flowers, or do you just want to grow flowers?"

Jiang Hexi: "Plant good flowers."

The nursery owner seized the opportunity to promote his product: "A bag of ordinary potting soil costs eight yuan on the market, but I can sell it to you for five yuan at cost price."

Jiang Hexi wasn't falling for his tricks. "The planting area here is so large, I can't afford to use nutrient soil. Do you have any other soil preparation methods?"

"Then we'll have to make our own potting soil."

In order to sell the flowers, the flower shop owner had no choice but to tell her:

“Go to the forest and dig up the rotten pine needle soil. First, put it in the scorching sun to kill the insects and dry it for a few days. Then go to the cattle farm and bring back the dried and fermented cow dung. Mix it with the pine needle soil and it will be the best nutrient soil.”

"Dried cow dung?" Jiang Hexi asked, finding it hard to believe.

"Dried cow dung, or fermented cow dung that has clumped together."

Seeing her extremely embarrassed, the flower shop owner put on a smile again and said solicitously:

"If you find it too much trouble, I also have some nutrient soil. You can buy a thousand bags to try it out. It won't cost more than five thousand yuan."

"Is one thousand bags enough?"

Jiang Hexi didn't believe him at all:

“I need at least 10,000 bags, which will cost 50,000 yuan to buy soil. From now on, I’ll just wait to eat soil. Boss, let’s make our own nutrient soil according to your method.”

She called the village chief to ask where she could find dried cow dung.

The village chief now treats her like a queen, granting her every request:

"You don't need to worry about the cow dung business. I'll handle it. The cattle farm will definitely agree. What you should be thinking about is finding someone to haul these truckloads of cow dung."

"Okay, I understand."

The first person Jiang Hexi thought of was Chu Yang.

She went to the path paved with bluestone bricks, jumped onto the flatbed vehicle, and smiled brightly at Chu Yang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, through the vehicle window.

Chu Yang rolled down the car window and greeted her with a smile, "Sister, did you need something?"

"Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?"

Chu Yang turned the rearview mirror and pointed it at her face, saying, "Sis, your smile is making me uneasy."

Jiang Hexi looked at herself in the rearview mirror, her lips slowly drooping, and said domineeringly:

"Come with me to the cattle farm to haul cow dung."

Chu Yang looked at her in horror, "I'm not going, I'd rather die than go! I don't want to become the first male actor in history to poop cow dung!"

"Dried cow dung doesn't smell at all after it has been weathered and dried in the sun."

"Then can it still smell good?"

"You just drive the excavator to shovel the cow dung onto the truck, and I'll transport it back."

"Sis, why don't you drive the excavator to shovel the cow dung onto the truck, and I'll be responsible for transporting it back?"

"I told you to do the work, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Jiang Hexi reached in through the car window, turned the doorknob, bent down and got into the driver's seat. Chu Yang jumped out of the other door and ran out as if his life depended on it, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

That was a miscalculation.

[That Xi-mei is really something, insisting on putting a beautiful flower in cow dung.]

[Does the person upstairs mean that Yan Wang is that pile of cow dung?]

[Hahaha, the two people upstairs are so good at making jokes. Even the King of Hell probably never imagined he'd be associated with cow dung.]

If I were Little Poplar, I would also run away without a trace and uphold my moral bottom line!

Jiang Hexi went to the waterfront of Sanxi Lake and found Yu Xiangwan, who was supervising the workers installing the fence.

"Wanwan—"

"What's wrong with you?" Yu Xiangwan turned around and gave her a beautiful look.

Jiang Hexi looked at her pitifully and said:

"The yellow clay soil by the stream is not suitable for planting flowers. The nursery owner said that we need to find several truckloads of dried cow dung, mix it well, and then we can plant them."

"Stop talking."

Yu Xiangwan dared not listen to her continue. "Go and do your own thing. Don't waste your time here."

"Wanwan, I'm here to take care of this matter."

"Go find King Yan."

"I need you to drive an excavator and shovel the cow dung onto the truck."

"I told you, I'm going to find King Yan."

"Wanwan, if you don't help me, no one else will."

"No one but Yan Wang will help you."

After saying that, Yu Xiangwan turned her back to her and supervised the work, no longer caring about her affairs.

Jiang Hexi looked helplessly at the azure sky and sighed:

"King Yan is a germaphobe; he would never help me."

"But he has absolutely no bottom line."

Yu Xiangwan knew that Yan Jie was trying to win Jiang Hexi's forgiveness by showering her with attention, so how could she not give him that chance?

"Go ahead and go find Yan Jie. If he doesn't agree, I'll take your surname."

Inspired by her confident gaze, Jiang Hexi eagerly went to find Yan Jie.

When she explained it to him, he froze as if he were in a trance, with only one eyelid still twitching incessantly.

"That's how it is."

"All you have to do is operate the excavator remotely, shovel the dried cow dung onto the truck, and that's it. Leave the rest to me."

"I guarantee that the entire process will be odorless, dirty, and disgusting, and will absolutely not cause you any psychological discomfort."

Yan Jie took a sip of water to calm his nerves.

He took a long time to recover, but he still couldn't shake off the lingering effects. "I'm feeling psychologically uncomfortable right now."

"Then overcome it."

Jiang Hexi encouraged him hopefully, saying, "Yan Wang, you must believe in yourself, you can definitely do it."

A crack appeared in Yan Jie's expression as he looked at her.

"Is that how you convinced yourself?"

"No, I've only ever seen older women carrying farmyard manure to plant vegetables."

Jiang Hexi wasn't always easygoing, but putting herself in others' shoes, she felt there was nothing to fuss about.

“I am no more noble than the aunties and grandmas. I can do the same things as them. I can either grow flowers well and build a Monet Garden, or I can just grow flowers perfunctorily. I choose the former.”

Yan Jie stared at her intently, his eyes brimming with boundless joy:

"If I agree to your request this time, it will be a huge sacrifice for me."

"Then what do you want?"

"You know what I want."

The meaning of this statement is self-evident.

In front of the live broadcast camera, Jiang Hexi deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, saying, "I won't hold it against you for the scalding incident anymore."

Yan Jie stopped there, and seeing her express her opinion, he took it as a yes.