After being universally criticized online, he cultivates immortality and farms to lead his motherlan

Chapter 16 Little Night Owl
The next day, Long Wu indeed came again.

However, she didn't come empty-handed this time; she bought a bunch of things at the supermarket she passed by.

“Yesterday I noticed there weren’t many commercial establishments nearby, so I guessed it might be inconvenient for you to buy things. I bought some daily necessities and groceries.”

Jian Ning didn't stand on ceremony with her, "Thanks, my sweet little cotton-padded jacket."

Long Wu smiled shyly and helped put the things in the refrigerator. Then, remembering something, she said, "Oh, right, my aunt came to my house yesterday and tried the pomelos. She said they were delicious and wanted to buy some. Ningning, is that okay?"

Jian Ning said casually, "You can just pick some and take them with you when you pass by."

Long Wu asked, "How much for the pomelos?"

Jian Ning waved her hand: "It's just a few pomelos, no need to give them to me. Anyway, there are plenty of pomelo trees in the manor, I can't eat them all by myself."

Hearing this, Zhang Nan, who was sprawled on the sofa outside, immediately got up and ran into the kitchen, saying urgently, "How can that be? Ningning, you've retired from the entertainment industry now and have no source of income. This resort is big, but it can't be monetized in a short time. Every little bit of money we can make from the pomelos counts."

Long Wu agreed, nodding in agreement, "Yes, Ningning, just go by the price. I wouldn't feel comfortable taking it even if you let me, and besides, my aunt isn't short of money."

Jian Ning spent money to hire someone to plow the land and bought seeds and farming tools, and she was indeed out of money. She simply didn't want the hassle and didn't want to complicate things.

"I don't know what price to set."

“That’s easy. Just check the prices of pomelos at the nearby fresh food stores.” Zhang Nan took out his phone, opened an online fresh food store, and read out the prices: “Pomelos are 19.9 yuan per jin (500g), red pomelos are 15.9 yuan per half jin (250g), and white honey pomelos are 35.9 yuan per two jin (1kg).”

Jian Ning listened, slightly surprised: "Pomelo is so expensive now?"

In her memory, when she was in college, the pomelos she bought on the back street of the school only cost six yuan each.

"Yes, your pomelos are so delicious." Zhang Nan did some mental calculations and offered what he considered a reasonable price: "How about 50 each?"

Long Wu frowned slightly.

Jian Ning keenly sensed that the other party thought it was too expensive.

Indeed, it's simply outrageous for someone to spend 50 yuan on a pomelo.

She was about to speak up and offer a way out.

Long Wu spoke before she could, tentatively asking, "Isn't 50... too cheap? This pomelo is so delicious."

Jian Ning: "..."

Zhang Nan stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and said, "Indeed, these pomelos are so delicious, much better than the ones sold outside. This place has been abandoned for so long, and Ningning hasn't used any pesticides; they're all purely natural pomelos. Imported pomelos from abroad sell for 99 yuan each, so how about we sell them for 100 yuan each?"

Long Wu agreed: "I think this price is acceptable."

The two of them worked together, and that's how they settled on the price.

Jian Ning quickly said, "I didn't pay much attention to these pomelos, it didn't take much effort. One hundred is really too expensive, let's make it 50 each."

I only bought it because my friends supported me; there were no outsiders involved.

In this day and age, many people prey on acquaintances, and the closer the relationship, the more likely they are to rip you off.

Her conscience wouldn't allow her to do such a thing.

Even if you really want to make money, this isn't the way to do it.

A pomelo weighs about two to three pounds and sells for 50 yuan, which is about the same price as pomelos sold elsewhere.

Zhang Nan excitedly raised his hand: "Then I want 20!"

Then I transferred the money directly via WeChat.

“Me too.” Long Wu wanted to transfer the money, but then realized she hadn’t added him as a WeChat friend. “Ningning, let’s add each other as friends.”

"it is good."

After adding each other as friends, Longwu transferred 1000 yuan to him.

In just a short while, Jian Ning had earned two thousand.

She looked at the two girls in front of her, and her eyes and heart felt warm.

Jian Ning knew that Jian Ning's desire to buy pomelos was genuine, and that her desire to support Jian Ning, knowing that Jian Ning had no source of income, was also genuine.

"Hey, I suddenly had a great idea!" Long Wu had a flash of inspiration. "Ningning, your villa has a great natural environment. You could try becoming a short video blogger with a pastoral theme."

“That’s right.” Zhang Nan immediately agreed. “City life is fast-paced now, and many people like to watch slow-paced videos to de-stress. Ningning, didn’t you say you wanted to farm? Just film yourself picking pomelos, planting vegetables, cooking, and other daily life activities. Just don’t show your face.” Jian Ning thought about it. She was bound to a system, but she still needed money for daily expenses. She definitely needed a source of income.

Short video bloggers who don't show their faces are a good option.

"Okay, then I'll give it a try."
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With this plan in mind, Jian Ning acted swiftly.

She looked at the general styles of other rural bloggers online, bought a phone stand for stable shooting, and taught herself video editing.

The bok choy in the vegetable garden sprouted two small buds from the seeds, and then leaves grew from the heart of the cabbage. The first two buds withered, and the leaves grew bigger day by day.

Jian Ning filmed and documented all of these events.

Sunrise and sunset, clouds rolling and unfolding.

The flower seeds she scattered along the roads outside her villa blossomed brilliantly under the power of magic.

The villa is just too big, and the weeds are too difficult to clear.

There are quite a few pomelo trees in the resort, about twenty or thirty, scattered in various places.

When she went to pick pomelos elsewhere, she always carried a bamboo stick in her hand, because the grass was too tall and she didn't want to step on a snake.

That evening, while Jian Ning was scrolling through videos, she came across a video of free-range chickens.

I remember when I was little, my grandma raised chickens. She would fence off an area with a net and let them roam freely in the back. The chickens would find their own food, and we would only feed them some rice at most.

Sometimes when harvesting rice, there are leftover rice grains in the fields that can't be picked clean, so chickens are let over to peck them clean.

The chickens will come back by themselves at night and sleep on the wooden pole.

Of course, sometimes chickens will misbehave and fly away to escape when they grow up, at which point their feathers need to be clipped.

The chicken she bought in Beicheng didn't taste right; it didn't taste like chicken at all. The chicken her grandma used to raise herself was the only one that tasted good.

Now that the old house in our hometown has collapsed, my grandmother lives with my uncle and aunt in the provincial capital, so it's inconvenient for her to raise chickens.

But Huayue Villa is so big, and there are weeds everywhere, she can raise them.

Jian Ning searched for nearby chicken farms, which were more than ten kilometers away, neither too far nor too close.

She is currently unemployed and has nothing of substance to do, so she plans to go there in person tomorrow.

The thought of raising chickens filled Jian Ning with barely suppressed excitement.

She didn't have the means before, but now that she does, she'll make her own kiln-roasted chicken.

When I was a child, during Chinese New Year, when my uncles and aunts came back, the adults would get into the mood to make kiln chicken, and sweet potatoes would be roasted inside as well.

I've had kiln-roasted chicken once, and the taste is unforgettable, let alone after having it several times.

Jian Ning was thinking about raising chickens when her phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID and immediately swiped to the right to answer.

"grandmother."

The aged voice on the other end of the line carried genuine concern: "My Ningning, what are you doing?"

Jian Ning smiled slightly; she hadn't told her family about the villa yet.

Once the resort is better prepared and the time is right, she can bring her grandmother over.

"Grandma, I'm going to bed now."

"Our little night owl is going to bed so early today," the old lady teased her.

Jian Ning: "Grandma~"

"Alright, Grandma won't tease you anymore." The old lady said, her tone suddenly becoming serious: "Ningning, Grandma has something to ask you."

Jian Ning was naturally perceptive and immediately sensed that something was wrong. "Grandma, what's wrong?"

"Ningning, if your biological parents came looking for you, would you still want to acknowledge them?"

(End of this chapter)