A young man from another world returned to his hometown.

The construction site for the shop has been a real mess these past few days.

Cousin Lin Jiaqing and the construction worker contacted by Mixue stood in the middle of the construction site, clutching the blueprints and looking at each other.

It was a scene of bustling activity, yet also chaotic and disorganized.

My second and third uncles, shirtless, were leading several uncles and relatives from the village in working on the scaffolding. They were laying bricks with fluid movements, their trowels flying up and down.

That wall… well, how should I put it? Lin Jiaqing took a deep breath.

"Second Uncle, isn't this wall a bit... crooked?"

My second uncle waved his hand dismissively.

"Where is it crooked? It's almost perfectly aligned, look, it's just right!"

"The construction worker said the error cannot exceed 8 millimeters."

"8 millimeters? No, no, it's just a tiny bit off. We'll just apply a thicker layer of plaster and it'll be just right."

The situation is even worse on the hydropower side.

The person who did the thread-laying was a relative of the third uncle's daughter's family after she married into the family. He said he had been doing it for twenty years and told Lin Jiaqing not to worry.

Lin Jiaqing was relieved.

Then I saw him bundle the high-voltage and low-voltage wires together and stuff them into the same conduit.

"..."

Lin Jiaqing felt that her heart needed to be checked.

I just couldn't hold back anymore!

"This wall is really wrong! The construction worker said there should be a recessed space here, and there weren't any openings for the drain pipes of the ice maker and the water bar! You've just built a solid wall over it, where's the place to run cables?!"

"Hey, Jiaqing, you're just a girl, don't give orders if you don't know anything!"

My second uncle stopped wiping the trowel in his hand and wiped the sweat from his face.

"Those blueprints were done by city folks! Most of the houses in our village were built like that, and none of them have ever leaked or collapsed. As for the water pipes, we can just drill a hole and fix it later, why bother with all that foreign labor!"

Uncle San chimed in, "That's right, Ayan spent so much money to set up such a big shop, we elders should hurry up and help him finish it so it can open as soon as possible."

Seeing the elders' indifferent attitude, and even their feeling that she was just making trouble, Lin Jiaqing sighed and pinched her brow in exasperation.

"The staff have all been recruited and trained, but now the construction is such a mess, what are we going to do?"

At this moment, Lin Yan and Xier were paddling a rubber boat on the reservoir behind the village...

"Ms. Lin, I have a few questions, so I'll get straight to the point."

The construction worker also looked helpless.

"...You say."

He pointed to the wall that he had emphasized countless times.

"Your construction team is far too unprofessional. A space of 270 square meters is too large. It's not obvious in some areas, but the overall deviation exceeds the standard by more than ten times, raising questions about the structural strength. The water and electricity wiring and drainage are also not up to standard."

Lin Jiaqing nodded, trying her best to remain calm.

The construction worker paused, his expression becoming even more serious.

"One more thing, you use well water locally, right?"

"……right."

He handed me a report.

"We took samples and sent them for testing."

"The water contains excessive levels of E. coli and high levels of heavy metals, which does not meet food safety requirements."

"..."

In the evening, Lin Jiaqing sat by the construction site, where her uncles and relatives had already set up tables and chairs...

She racked her brains, searching for solutions online, came up with a few, and then rejected them.

As she searched, she remembered a popular livestreamer she had seen before who did diagnostics for physical stores.

He had seen videos where people said their stores were having location problems, and the host gave a very detailed analysis.

Lin Jiaqing, as if possessed, bought the course and clicked to apply for a live chat.

pass.

She explained the situation: rural area, well water, construction, and Mixue (a type of ice cream).

After listening, the host remained silent, then asked his cousin to film him with her phone. They walked around and looked at what kind of business district it was.

His tone was clearly incredulous.

"Did I hear that right? You're saying you're opening a Mixue Ice Cream shop of over 200 square meters on a national highway in a rural area that doesn't even have running water, and your only major consumer group is a small junior high school?"

Lin Jiaqing: "...Yes."

The anchor shook his head.

"To be honest, this is hopeless. This isn't a business decision problem; it's a matter of common sense. Are you doing charity work?"

"According to statistics, the per capita disposable income of rural residents last year was less than 2000 yuan per month. After deducting the average income of those who went out to work, your average order value at Michelle... do you only plan to do business for the two months around the Chinese New Year?"

The live chat exploded instantly.

[Hahahaha, is she serious?]

This isn't just opening a shop, it's poverty alleviation!

[Poverty Alleviation Pioneers! Poverty Alleviation Pioneers!]

[Introducing Mixue Ice Cream to rural areas, touching the hearts of the nation]

The audience joined in the commotion.

The phrase "poverty alleviation pioneer" was repeatedly trending online. Lin Jiaqing stared at the screen, feeling waves of blood rushing to her head.

The nicknames netizens coined have always been a mix of praise and sarcasm, and Lin Jiaqing has come across videos of someone like the Governor-General of Liangjiang before.

For a woman in her early twenties with only a junior high school education, this seems to be quite a lot of pressure.

Lin Yan only saw her cousin's message late at night.

He put down his phone and glanced at Syl, who was sitting next to him, his clothes wet, as he dried himself and flipped through a book.

Recently, Xier has been collecting a bunch of weird novels from somewhere. Today, while we were out, she was reciting strange lines when she pushed him down onto the rubber boat, asking, "What's this called, 'wall slam'?"

As a result, they all fell into the water.

There were no lights in the rural area at night, but the moon shone down, casting Lin Yan's shadow, which was suspended in mid-air.

This construction site is definitely a bit off...

He had originally planned to handle it quietly tonight.

However, just as he was about to make his move, a noise came from the corner.

Three figures were crouching suspiciously by the well. One of them was throwing a red plastic bag into the well, while the other two were poking sand and gravel into the drainpipe.

Lin Yan glanced at the courtyard gate.

Two motorcycles were parked against the wall, with several bags of building materials piled behind them.

"What are you doing?"

All three of them were startled and turned around abruptly.

They were all young people from the village. He vaguely remembered the first two; they had come on the day of the recruitment but were not selected, and their expressions were not good when they left.

Fang Yan remembers that on that day, her cousin and her brother chose two honest young men from the village who hadn't gone out to work yet, and Uncle Fang's wife.

After a two-second pause, the leader recovered first, put his hands on his hips, and surprisingly didn't intend to run.

"Hey, Yan-ge, taking a walk?"

"..."

The leader chuckled slyly and raised his chin.

"We were just out for a drive, we were just passing by, and then we saw that your construction site looked finished. At night, everyone seemed to be scavenging for scraps, and then..."

"What are you throwing into the well?"

The man paused for a moment, then shrugged indifferently.

"Hey, Yan-ge, why are you talking so rudely? We didn't do anything wrong, we didn't lose anything."

Besides, your yard wasn't locked, and you didn't say we couldn't come in. We're not outsiders; we're all neighbors.

The person next to him chimed in.

"That's right."

Besides, Brother Yan, you're so rich now, what's a little junk collecting? It's just a drop in the ocean! The villagers are having a hard time, how can you not help them out?"