Everyone in the village knew about it, and the news also spread on the Internet.

Friends are eager to try it out, wondering if there is a chance to buy milk from the boss.

However, instead of waiting for the milk, a notice saying "vegetables sold out" was posted on Fuwang Farm's online store.

The corn, cabbage, pea tips, spinach, Chinese cabbage, celery, etc. that were planted previously have all been picked and shipped.

After picking the vegetables, I immediately planted the seedlings that had been grown in the space. The fastest Chinese cabbage would take half a month to grow. I also planted some cabbages and white cabbages. The previous batch of pumpkins and winter melons were growing well, but they could still grow longer.

And there’s no rush to sell it because it’s too big and too heavy.

If I sell it, the express delivery fee is ridiculously expensive, and it is not appropriate to sell it at two hundred yuan per kilogram.

Xu Qingzhi looked at the strawberries in the back mountain. With the nourishment of spiritual energy, the white flowers that had bloomed earlier were successfully pollinated with the help of the hardworking little bees, and the grown strawberries were of uniform size.

The fast-growing ones have turned bright red, while others are white or dark red.

Different strawberry varieties can vary in color, shape, and taste.

Xu Qingzhi took a stainless steel basin, picked one up, rinsed a few at the faucet nearby, and started eating.

The dark red strawberries are the sweetest, the red ones have a rich aroma, that pure strawberry fragrance, and the white ones are much lighter in flavor. One type of white strawberry even smells like feet.

Xu Qingzhi frowned. Even with the nourishment of spiritual energy, it didn’t taste good. What was the use of it? This variety was completely eliminated by Xu Qingzhi!

She went to the field and picked a pumpkin, a long, thin pumpkin on top and fat on the bottom. It didn't look very big, but it was very heavy when she held it in her arms, like an iron weight.

Wang Yanmei saw her coming back with a pumpkin and ran to pick it up. "Hey, why did you suddenly pick a pumpkin from the field? These strawberries are so beautiful. I wanted to eat one a few days ago, but I was afraid it wasn't ripe enough."

The pumpkin in Xu Qingzhi's hand was taken away, and he said, "This pumpkin looks the ripest, eat it first, and feed the rest to the pigs."

Few young people in Meicheng like to eat pumpkin because they like spicy food. Cooked pumpkin is not very tasty. Most people in Meicheng like to eat pumpkin.

At noon, in addition to other dishes, Wang Yanmei also fried pumpkin.

Add tea seed oil, sauté garlic and chili peppers, and stir-fry a dish.

Xu Qingzhi took a bite and didn't want to eat it anymore.

The taste is really weird. The pumpkin is very sweet and sticky, but the cooking method of Meicheng makes the pumpkin a little oily and spicy, which has a really weird taste.

Sweet and spicy.

Xu Fuqiang ate it with great relish, "This pumpkin is delicious. It tastes really good. When your grandma was alive, we planted pumpkins in the fields. It's been several years since I've eaten pumpkins grown at home."

Wang Yanmei said to him: "There is no dish you don't like."

After lunch, Xu Qingzhi edited some videos in the afternoon and uploaded them to the Yunqi Live account that he had registered for Fuwang Farm.

She took photos of the entire strawberry planting process, using time-lapse photography to show the entire process of strawberries from transplanting to growing leaves, flowering, pollination, and forming a fruit.

The growth and change process of strawberries is compressed into a video of less than 30 seconds, which is so wonderful that it is usually invisible to the naked eye.

This video went viral very quickly, and within just one afternoon, the number of likes exceeded one million.

Other live streaming platforms invited her to join, but she refused.

The comments below are all urging the boss to order more dishes and raise more chickens and ducks, and some people even asked the boss to pre-sell next year's rice.

A while ago, there was a trend of purchasing Fuwang Farm rice on behalf of others abroad.

Unfortunately, those who bought rice in China have no shortage of money at all. Even if they do sell it, only a small number of them buy it, which leads to the rice being regarded as miraculous abroad.

In the past, some people disparaged domestic rice as junk food.

As a result, this wave of sales by Fuwang Farm directly raised the price of rice sold abroad.

Xu Qingzhi didn't know that she had returned to her previous state of rarely touching her phone, except for occasionally chatting with Huo Fengyan. Since she didn't have to sell vegetables, she went fishing with her grandfather every day with a fishing rod.

It was a clear day with a rare sunny day, but not as hot as in the summer and I felt warm all over.

Xu Qingzhi was ready to show off his fishing skills, but his grandfather received a call saying that an old man in the village fell in his yard and died.

Her grandfather wants to go and see if there is anything he can do to help.

Xu Qingzhi had no choice but to pack up his fishing gear and drive his tricycle to take his grandfather over.

Unexpectedly, when her tricycle arrived, she hadn't gotten off yet.

The son of that family rushed over and yelled at him.

At this time, Xu Fuqiang and Wang Yanmei also arrived.

This is the case in the village. When someone dies in a family, everyone will come to see if there is anything they can do to help. Then they will choose a leader to arrange the work, and then they will prepare the banquet, buy groceries, wash dishes, set up the place, and serve meals. All of these require manpower.

The man had a very loud voice and kept yelling in rage for most of the day. Seeing that Xu Qingzhi didn't react at all, he finally yelled, "My mother was helping your farm make pine cone ornaments, and she fell and died when she went out. Your farm must pay compensation."

Another man at the side echoed, "My mother was an employee of your Fuwang Farm. Now she is dead, you have to pay compensation."

Some villagers listened in silence, but some older people stood up and said, "Hua Nai, that doesn't make sense. What does this have to do with other people's farms? Your mother is old, and she would die if she fell."

"My mother was an employee of their farm, making pine cone ornaments. Now she's dead. Shouldn't they pay compensation?"

An aunt said, "Yanmei, your farm makes a lot of money anyway, and now that the person has passed away, it's okay to give him a symbolic amount."

"Yeah, just give me a symbolic amount."

The village has never been a place where people reason. They just think that since someone has died, the money should be given out of humanitarianism.

The pine cone ornaments were originally intended to provide an extra income for the elderly in the village.

Xu Qingzhi didn't expect that there would be hidden dangers and that such a thing would happen.

She chuckled.

I don’t know how to describe the feeling in my heart. It’s like the autumn wind, suddenly blowing through the sadness from the bottom of my heart.

She asked, “How much?”

"Twenty thousand." The man raised his two thumbs, looked at Xu Qingzhi, swallowed his saliva, and suddenly changed his words and spat out: "One hundred thousand!"

Xu Qingzhi nodded and agreed neatly: "Okay, I'll send it to you this afternoon."

Then, she rode the tricycle and asked her parents and grandpa to get on, saying it was impossible for them to help.

The man didn't expect that the other party would agree so readily. He began to wonder if he had asked for too little and should have asked for 200,000.

In the afternoon, Xu Qingzhi's compensation arrived.

One hundred thousand paper money for the dead and five thousand RMB for the funeral, just to give the old lady some dignity.

The angry man wanted to go to the house to cause trouble, but before he even left the house, people from the town came to his house and accused him of extortion.

After this incident, Xu Qingzhi stopped making pine cone ornaments.

Anyway, there are not many good pine cones to pick up in the back mountain.

That family once became the topic of conversation among the old men and women in the village after dinner. They scolded them for being greedy and for extorting money even after someone had died, causing them to lose an income.

It has always been difficult to have true feelings in relationships between people.

But when interests conflict, the positions become very clear.

(End of this chapter)