I became the Counterpart of the Winner in a Period Novel-Chapter 132 - 129: Words Stirring the Waves

Jiang Mingyue was about to release her spiritual power to track those two scoundrels, but she heard Yan Jinzhi’s voice.

Jiang Mingyue went back to her room and entered her space to bring Yan Jinzhi back first.

In the next second, Yan Jinzhi was standing in Jiang Mingyue’s room.

As he looked around the girl’s room—the wardrobe, desk, chair, wooden bed, floral curtains—it was extremely simple compared to his past life. But the girl always remained calm, never once complained about the environment, though today...

"Here," he handed over a sealed leather bag.

"What’s this?"

"The approval documents for Qingshan Village’s brick factory. I’ve completed all the necessary stamps and approvals from the development and land departments."

"The approval for the brick factory is granted?"

"Was this the reason you went today?"

Yan Jinzhi did not deny it.

Jiang Mingyue was surprised and delighted; the previous ferocity lingering in her mind gradually dissipated.

Jiang Mingyue opened and looked through it. There was a signature and stamp from the party secretary of the county committee, along with several other approval documents, all signed and stamped. The last one was a mining permit, which she hadn’t expected at all.

In this era, many things weren’t as standardized. Once approved, that was it. But if the factory develops well in the future, it could trigger a series of problems. Now, with all the necessary documents, even environmental considerations included, it’s indeed reassuring.

Jiang Mingyue finally smiled brightly.

"I’ll go find Big Brother now to tell him this good news."

When Jiang Mingyue went downstairs, Big Brother and Second Brother were still not back. Jiang Mingyue asked Xiao Ran to find Big Brother and bring him back, Second Brother would do too.

However, this took quite a while, and when both Big Brother and Second Brother returned, it had been an hour.

Big Brother and Second Brother were sweating profusely, clearly very busy. But even before entering the door, their anxious voices carried into the kitchen.

"Yueyue, Yueyue, Mom, Mom, Yueyue, something big happened at home, why didn’t you call us? Are you and Mom okay?"

Jiang Mingyue felt helpless: "No, everything is fine! Big Brother, you just took office, there are many things waiting for you to do; this is a crucial time, and Second Brother has to help you. Besides, even if you come back, those people at the old house only let women handle it, you couldn’t do anything with them anyway. Anyway, I called you back for a different reason."

Jiang Mingyue went to the living room and handed the sealed bag to Big Brother.

When Jiang Jian Country opened it and saw, he was almost so happy he jumped up. He carefully read it from start to finish, although there were still a few words he didn’t recognize, he basically understood. Not to mention he had a similar application that he could recite backwards.

"Yueyue, how did you get the approval documents for the brick factory?" Considering he spent the entire morning and didn’t even meet anyone, and yet his little sister didn’t even go out, but had the documents in hand, how?

"I don’t have such big abilities; it was Yan Jinzhi who helped. If you want to thank someone, thank him."

Jiang Jian Country felt indebted to Yan Jinzhi, like he could never repay it in his lifetime.

After taking the things out, Jiang Mingyue found a reason to return to her room, where that person was already asleep on her desk chair.

Jiang Mingyue murmured: "Why not go to bed to sleep?" With such a tall figure curled up on her chair, he looked quite pitiful.

Jiang Mingyue worried he might catch cold, she wanted to carry him at first, but hesitated, he wasn’t feverish, and it seemed inappropriate. So she took the clothes he draped over her during their time at Wuyun Mountain and covered him. She locked the door and entered her space.

The wheat planted last time had matured; a glance revealed golden wheat waves. Jiang Mingyue flicked her fingers, harvesting it into flour in the warehouse. The yield per acre remained low, only two thousand pounds of flour, comparable to outside yields. The quality and speed were heartening.

Finally, she planted wheat again, determined to yield ten thousand pounds of food.

The sugarcane matured as well, which Jiang Mingyue harvested into fifty pounds of white sugar, fifty pounds of brown sugar. Even with only an acre, the yield already surpassed rice and wheat tenfold.

The market had a greater shortage of white and brown sugar compared to grains. Food stations sold at two yuan eight, plus sugar tickets per pound, with Pan’s acquisition price at five yuan per pound. This acre yielded five hundred yuan, but for the ten acres of grain-planned land, just the flour alone fluctuated between eight cents to two dimes, last time Pan’s price was one cent seven, so the delicate flour she just made could only sell for three hundred forty yuan.

Therefore, considering personal gains, she would certainly grow sugarcane-type crops. But currently, people were lacking grains, which should be made as affordable as possible for them to buy. She must grow more; entering the market with greater volume, price gouging wouldn’t work for profiteers exploiting people’s frustrations.

Once the acre was vacated, Jiang Mingyue took sugarcane seedlings from the nursery, planting them again. It required effort and was a bit cumbersome, as seedlings needed prior cultivation with vigorous select, preferably having three nodes, then deep tilling with fertilizer trenches, laying the seedling flat in the trench, one acre consuming more spiritual power than ten acres of wheat fields.

She wanted to plant more sugarcane until reaching a certain amount before switching to another crop, avoiding cluttered storage issues.

After finishing these, Jiang Mingyue went to the hot spring villa for a soak; she’d been too busy these days to relax, and after soaking, her body aches dissipated, brightening her mood significantly.

Life must go on, Jiang Mingyue went to the farm to handle some big chickens and rabbits, made a hundred pine roast chickens, a hundred pine roast rabbits, braised chickens, and spicy rabbit cubes in equal amount, using freshly made flour to ferment, creating five hundred steamed buns, two hundred dumplings.

Since she started making jam, meat buns lost their allure; everyone quickly grabbed the steamed buns first.

After finishing, Jiang Mingyue heard movement in the room.

Jiang Mingyue came out immediately.

"Awake? If you’re sleepy later, go to the resting room to lie down; it’s more comfortable there."

Really? Why earlier did he hear her say to sleep on her bed?

"Hmm."

"Let’s exchange some information both ways."

Once Jiang Mingyue said so, Yan Jinzhi understood.

"Is your spiritual power acting up?"

Jiang Mingyue was calm about Yan Jinzhi’s reaction.

"You seem to know me better than I know myself."

"Hmm," Yan Jinzhi didn’t conceal any of this from her, nor would he hide anything else from her except let her ponder their relationship herself; he wouldn’t hide so much otherwise.

Jiang Mingyue didn’t delve further, knowing asking wouldn’t yield answers.

She recounted the incident at the knowledge point and today’s sudden spiritual power failure.

She stared at him, but his handsome face remained unaffected.

Even revealed a ’just as expected’ look.

"Do you know something?"

"I know a little. Do you recall falling from Wuyun Mountain? You clearly have the space, but let yourself..." The rest, Yan Jinzhi couldn’t continue.

Yet Jiang Mingyue wasn’t hurting as much now, perhaps due to her rebirth.

With Yan Jinzhi’s reminder, Jiang Mingyue recalled. As to how Yan Jinzhi knew, she decided not to ponder beyond; asking meant realizing he’s special, knowing her very well.

"Yes, I have the space, and before being knocked down, I had considered my escape route, halfway through the fall entering the space to bail. But when falling, I couldn’t enter the space just like with my spiritual power, it vanished inexplicably."

Yan Jinzhi thought: Just as expected.

"Not vanished inexplicably, but suppressed by a Peak Level superpower. Did your head hurt badly then?"