Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Xiao Chuan had no choice but to let go and slowly made his way to the village entrance.

He took two steps, looked back, took two more steps, and looked back again.

They looked like puppies that had just been weaned.

Chunxia watched his reluctant departure and felt a pang of tenderness in her heart.

She thought about it.

"Nie Xiaochuan".

Ogawa turned around abruptly.

"I'm going to the county this afternoon."

Ogawa paused for a moment, then grinned. The smile exploded across his face, brightening his entire expression.

He ran back in a few quick steps, kissed Chunxia on the cheek, and then ran away.

Chunxia touched the spot where she had been kissed and spat. "As shameless as a big wolfhound." But a smile crept onto her lips.

Chunxia ran into Song Xianglan's courtyard in two quick steps.

Song Xiangmei sat on a small stool, holding half a piece of fried rice cake in her hand, chewing it with relish.

"Chunxia, ​​have a piece." Song Xiangmei pushed the oil paper package on the table over. "Your third aunt went to buy it early this morning. Now the breakfast stalls in Xiaoquan Brigade have more variety than those in the commune. It's like a mini market."

"I've heard that many people from other villages come to our village to sell their goods."

Chunxia pulled over a stool and sat down.

"I see a lot more people working outside. Our Xiaoquan Brigade is even more lively than the commune."

Song Xiangmei took a sip of water. "Once your third aunt opened her food factory, everyone in the village has a fuller wallet."

With money in hand, everyone is more willing to buy things.

With cash to be earned in the village, people from surrounding villages came to look for work.

This can be considered a place with excellent feng shui.

Other fishing villages don't have the same prestige as Xiaoquan Brigade; much of the seafood brought from the typhoon shelter is consumed within the village itself.

Chunxia's family, living with Song Xianglan, is now living a significantly better life than before.

Song Xianglan led Chen Ke to the field for inspection.

Song Xiangmei and Chunxia followed behind, joining in the fun.

Passing by Huang Ronghua's house, Song Xianglan shouted at the top of her lungs, "Ronghua's wife, come out with me for a bit."

Huang Ronghua's wife responded and came out, wiping her hands on her apron.

Song Xianglan waved her hand: "Grab your notebook and pen, and come along to take notes."

Huang Ronghua's wife is thoughtful and generous. She doesn't fuss over trivial matters and is clear-headed when things get serious.

She is more than a hundred times better than An Xiyang and Qiao Zhaodi.

The group arrived at the destination.

Chen Ke squatted down, grabbed a handful of yellow soil, rubbed it, and smelled it under his nose.

"The soil is neutral to slightly acidic, and it's sandy." Chen Ke brushed the dirt off his hands and pointed to the land in front of him. "A few years ago, an overseas Chinese farm introduced white asparagus, and it's growing quite well."

The climate and soil in Qingyang are a perfect match. We can directly use greenhouses for seedling cultivation, without having to rely on the weather.

In addition, the soil here has a high humus content, making it ideal for growing mushrooms.

"How do you prepare the white asparagus? How big is the greenhouse? How do you stack the mushrooms?" Song Xianglan asked one question after another.

Chen Ke discussed several key points, including temperature and humidity control, ridge height, and spacing.

Huang Ronghua's wife stood ramrod straight to the side, her pen scribbling away as she wrote down every single word of the script in her notebook.

After inspecting the fields.

Chen Ke suggested going up the mountain for a walk.

The hills that Song Xianglan contracted were covered with miscellaneous trees and weeds.

Chen Ke stood halfway up the mountain, pointing to a slope in the distance.

"This place is a waste to leave empty. This sunny slope has deep soil, which is perfect for growing fruit."

Lychees, longans, mangoes, pomelos—all of them are available.

I recently visited the port city and met an agricultural PhD from across the strait. He had several new varieties in his hands, and we planned to conduct some grafting experiments.

Chen Ke paused for a moment and pushed up his thick-lensed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He chuckled twice.

"I have the technology, and he has the varieties, but what we lack is a proper experimental field, and most importantly, we lack money."

Others are lacking funding to conduct experiments.

Song Xianglan had no shortage of funds.

"Professor Chen," Song Xianglan slapped her thigh, "this is easy. I've leased quite a few hills; you can just fence off a piece as an experimental field. If you want money, I'll provide the money; if you want land, I'll provide the land."

Chen Ke froze on the spot, his eyes wide open.

"Boss Song, are you really going to give it to me?"

"How could this be fake? Let's go back and sign the contract." Song Xianglan acted swiftly and decisively, without any hesitation.

Chen Ke nodded repeatedly, his face flushed with excitement.

"What I lack when mentoring students is funding. Experimental fields are relatively easy to find. But the school has no money, and there are many people lining up at higher levels." Chen Ke is not good at socializing; to get funding, he first needs to learn how to drink and flatter.

Around noon, everyone dispersed.

Huang Ronghua's wife went home and tidied up her notes.

Chunxia rushed back to her parents' home to visit her grandparents and parents.

Song Xiangmei went to the factory to find Sanhua and Sihua, saying that they would eat lunch at the factory canteen.

Just as Song Xianglan led Chen Ke back to the courtyard, two young men carrying canvas bags arrived.

Two of Chen Ke's students came specifically to help with the sampling.

Song Xianglan arranged for the two to stay.

"You two are going to the countryside with Professor Chen, so we can't let you come for nothing. We'll pay you a daily wage, and you'll eat and sleep at our home."

The two students had never seen such a generous boss before.

They exchanged a glance and thanked each other repeatedly.

Just then, the courtyard gate was pushed open.

Liu Chounu and Liu Dahua walked in carrying two large buckets of water.

"Lanlan, we heard that three city folks have come to your house. We've come to lend a hand." Liu Dahua was a straightforward person. She put the bucket in the yard and said, "We're having seafood for lunch today. I caught it fresh from the sea this morning."

There were large, menacing blue crabs in the bucket.

There are also black winged fish and squid.

Liu Dahua quickly went to the kitchen to start a fire, leaving the ugly girl squatting by the well to clean the fish and crabs.

The aroma of seafood being stir-fried in a wok filled the yard.

Song Xianglan leaned against the kitchen door frame, peeling garlic in her hand.

"Big Flower, Ugly Girl, I'm planning to grow white asparagus and mushrooms in the village. Are you interested in joining?"

The ugly woman stopped using the brush in her hand.

"White asparagus? Nobody in our village has ever grown that before. What if we go blind?" Liu Chounu shook her head.

"With Professor Chen overseeing things and teaching you step by step, all you have to do is put in the effort." Song Xianglan tossed the peeled garlic cloves into the bowl. "As long as you grow them, I'll take everything. I guarantee 50 cents a pound for white asparagus and 25 cents for mushrooms."

"Oh, Mother!"

Liu Dahua's hand trembled, and she almost dropped the spatula. "The price is so high?"

"That's the price, it's all in writing in the contract. And it's not just these two items, I'll be buying other vegetables in the future. You can do the math yourselves."

Liu Chounu and Liu Dahua exchanged a glance.

My breathing became rapid.

These days, after paying the grain tax, the rice grown at the end of the year is barely enough for a family to eat porridge.

The vegetables grown in our own garden are too much to eat, so besides feeding chickens, ducks, and pigs, we just chop them up and dry them into dried vegetables. The income that can be turned into money is pitifully small.

A pound of asparagus can sell for 50 cents.

It's like money is falling from the sky.

"Yes, only a fool wouldn't do it." Liu Dahua banged the spatula loudly. "I'll also use my few acres of land to farm. I'll work alongside Lanlan; you eat the meat, I'll drink the soup."

"Count me in!" Liu Chounu scooped up the washed crabs and grinned.

Song Xianglan nodded.

"Okay, you can keep that plot of land to grow asparagus. You won't see any money in the first year, but you'll see quick profits later."

Chunxia brought the news that Song Xianglan had hired an agricultural professor to the old Party Secretary's house.

As she left Song Xianglan's house, she greeted people along the way.

As I passed by the old Party Secretary's house, I happened to see him chopping firewood in the yard.

"Grandpa, your precious granddaughter is back."

"I don't want you to come back. Who's that bespectacled guy from your aunt's house?"

Chunxia stopped in her tracks.

"A professor at the provincial agricultural school, researching mushroom and vegetable cultivation."

My aunt invited someone who said that all the land on her property is planted with asparagus and mushrooms using scientific farming methods. We also plan to plant asparagus and vegetables on our land.

The axe in the old Party Secretary's hand hung in mid-air, not falling.

"professor?"

"Yes. She also brought two students, saying they want to set up an experimental field in this area to grow white asparagus and mushrooms. Auntie said the guaranteed purchase price for one pound of asparagus is 50 cents, and for mushrooms it's 25 cents."

The axe cleaved into the wooden stake with a loud thud.

The old Party Secretary didn't pull it up; he straightened his back and stared at Chunxia.

"Say it again, how much?"

"Asparagus is 50 cents, mushrooms are 25 cents."

The old Party Secretary wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to walk into the house.

He pushed open the door and shouted inside, "Old woman, bring out my gray jacket."

The old Party Secretary changed his clothes and went out. Halfway there, he ran into Party Secretary Lao Liu.

The two stood in the middle of the road, and the old Party Secretary relayed Chunxia's words verbatim.

After listening, Party Secretary Lao Liu took a deep breath.

"White asparagus? Nobody in our village has ever seen that before. We heard that a county in the next city introduced it, but we haven't heard how well it's been doing."

"That's why they invited a professor."

The old Party Secretary's eyes shone brightly. "Old Liu, do you understand what this means? This isn't just about Song Xianglan. It's about the whole village."

Party Secretary Lao Liu nodded. "Let's go and call the brigade leader."

The brigade leader was having lunch at home, with half a bowl of sweet potato porridge in his bowl.

He was still chewing on a piece of preserved radish and fried egg.

Hearing the knock on the door, he didn't even put down his chopsticks, but came out with his bowl in hand.

"What's the rush?"