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The briefing was very thin, only a few pages long.

The text above is mostly in simple, unadorned language, recording some daily farming activities.

"...Due to continuous rainfall and a cold snap in spring, some seedlings in greenhouse No. 1 at this base have shown signs of frost damage, and the strawberry yield this season is expected to decrease by about 15%..."

"...In the No. 2 blueberry growing area, the sudden drop in temperature has delayed the flowering period and reduced the pollination rate, which may severely affect the quality and yield of blueberries this season..."

"...Around the base, many individual fruit farmers have suffered severe damage to their open-field strawberry and cherry crops due to a lack of effective frost protection measures, resulting in near-total crop failure. Currently, local vendors are taking advantage of the situation to drive down prices, causing heavy losses and immense suffering for the fruit farmers..."

The report was trivial and mundane.

But in Wu You's eyes, those cold words seemed to transform into aged faces filled with helplessness and despair.

He seemed to see the tragic scene of fruit farmers who had worked hard all year but ultimately lost everything squatting on the edge of the field, looking at the frozen and rotten fruit all over the ground, and wailing.

His heart felt as if something had clenched it tightly.

It's a bit dull.

Some parts hurt.

He slowly closed the briefing.

On that usually calm and composed face, a deep contemplation appeared, incongruous with his age.

Wu Jingzhi stood aside, watching the young master's unprecedentedly solemn expression.

His heart skipped a beat.

He knew something was wrong.

Moreover, something big has happened.

"Young master, you..."

He was about to speak and ask a question.

Wu You stopped him with a single look.

Wu You remained silent.

He simply and slowly stood up from the large armchair.

He walked to the window and pushed open the carved wooden window.

A cool night breeze, damp and chilly, blew in my face.

The wind blew up his short, soft, black hair.

The wind also lifted the hem of his black casual home clothes.

He looked up and glanced out the window at the dark night sky shrouded in continuous rain.

A glint of light, as deep as the stars, flashed in his eyes, which were as black as ink.

He was thinking.

He wasn't thinking about how much economic loss the 15% reduction in strawberry production would bring to Wujia Village.

This loss was nothing to him, not worth mentioning.

He was thinking about the vast number of ordinary farmers outside the protection of the enormous commercial empire of Wujia Village.

Where is their way out?

They depend on the weather for their livelihood.

These four words are simple to say.

But behind it lies the bitterness and helplessness that countless farmers, generation after generation, have been unable to escape.

With favorable weather, a good harvest is assured.

Once encountered, natural disasters and man-made calamities will occur.

That means a year's hard work has gone down the drain.

They may even lose everything and become heavily in debt.

This is a way of life that passively leaves one's fate to be decided by God.

Too fragile.

That's so unfair!

"With respect."

After a long while, Wu You finally spoke slowly.

His voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

"Respect is present."

"Tell me, what is the one thing our Wu Family Village has in abundance right now?"

Wu You didn't turn around, still looking out the window at the pitch-black night.

Wu Jingzhi was taken aback.

He didn't know why the young master would suddenly ask this question.

He hesitated for a moment before answering somewhat uncertainly, "Replying to the young master, we...we lack nothing."

He was speaking from the heart.

With Wujia Village's current financial resources and strength.

They truly lack nothing.

however.

After hearing his answer, Wu You gently shook his head.

He turned around, his deep eyes quietly looking at Wu Jingzhi.

A faint, complex smile curved his lips.

"No."

"We're missing something."

What we lack is a true sense of responsibility to "benefit all under heaven".

Wu Jingzhi's heart suddenly clenched!

He felt that he seemed to understand a little.

"Young master, you mean...?"

"Our Wu Family Village cannot only look out for ourselves."

Wu You's voice became somewhat distant.

"We have the ability and the responsibility."

"Go for this country, for this society, for those ordinary people who are still struggling to make ends meet."

"Do more."

Wu You's words were like a series of rolling thunderclaps!

It struck Wu Jingzhi's heart hard!

He felt that his heart, which was no longer young, was completely ignited at this moment!

Yes.

When poor, one should cultivate one's own virtue.

Darth is conducive to the world.

There are tens of thousands of Ande Guangsha, sheltering the world with joy.

This is the noblest pursuit in the very bones of Chinese scholars!

"Young master, you're right to reprimand me!"

Wu Jingzhi's eyes instantly reddened.

He bowed respectfully to Wu You, performing the most standard and solemn salute!

"To be respectful is to have a narrow perspective."

"Young Master, whatever your orders, I will obey without hesitation, even at the cost of my life!"

Wu You looked at him, who was trembling with excitement, and nodded in satisfaction.

He knew himself to be his most capable steward.

I have completely understood his intentions.

"go."

He spoke slowly.

"Call Su Qinghuan here."

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