I became the Counterpart of the Winner in a Period Novel-Chapter 174 - 171: Jiang Mingyue: I Need to Make Money to Support Others

Chapter 174: Chapter 171: Jiang Mingyue: I Need to Make Money to Support Others

"Are you going to sleep now?"

If he hadn’t asked, Jiang Mingyue felt she would have definitely fallen asleep in his embrace. But how could she doze off after making a promise to someone? She had to break free from the enticing hug and get to work on her career.

Otherwise, how could she support someone, right?

Jiang Mingyue explained the situation briefly. Yan Jinzhi glanced at the land deed in her hand but said nothing, as long as they weren’t coveting her, it was within his tolerance level.

Jiang Mingyue had no idea she nearly brewed a jar of jealousy.

Entering Pear Blossom Lane 55, fortunately, this wasn’t like the Xu Family’s large courtyard with several compounds. It had only one, but the yard was genuinely large, divided into a front yard and a back yard; both overgrown with weeds. The dozens of fruit trees, neglected for so long, barely had any misshapen fruits hanging from them. The leaves were riddled with holes and many cobwebs decorated the branches. Jiang Mingyue decided to muster her spiritual power to test if her abilities could work outside since she upgraded.

At first, the leaves were cut like grass, and occasionally the branches got trimmed... Was this okay? Just a bit off?

Unconvinced, Jiang Mingyue kept trying until all the trees were barren except for the misshapen fruits.

She finally accurately aimed at the weeds on the ground, and in just a moment, she not only removed all the weeds but also turned them into ash on the spot, providing fertilizer to the roots of the fruit trees.

Jiang Mingyue looked at her magical hands with pride and laughed to herself. In her memory, last lifetime she had never been able to use her power so effectively outside the space.

Applying the same method, she cleaned up the weeds in the front yard too, only to discover that it was originally a few flower beds. But growing flowers now? It’s like placing an English book at home. Besides, she had so many that it could make up a library.

Without thinking, Jiang Mingyue transplanted all the flowers and plants into her space, deciding not to occupy the land and planting them sporadically in the forest.

After watering and sweeping out the materials in her space, she turned around to head to No. 59. As she appeared, they had just arrived too, perfectly timed.

"Mr. Jiang, come, come, have some tea snacks first." Pan Zhoucong was as enthusiastic as ever, and naturally, Uncle Mute was always the one to serve the snacks.

"Thank you, Uncle Mute!"

Pan Zhoucong: "..." So, how exactly did he lose to an old man?

On the side, the scribe, Da Qiang, never seemed to catch on to the covert competition between the two men with a combined age of ninety.

"Pan, it’s getting late, let’s get down to business first." After all, someone was waiting for her. It’s a bit like a husband working hard outside, while the wife waits longing at home. As a husband, how could he delay? He must quickly finish business and return home to reunite with his wife, right?

Clearing his throat...

Du Shouqiang was recording as he said, "Two thousand jars of corn wine, each holding five liters; one thousand live chickens; one thousand live rabbits; five hundred braised chickens; five hundred portions of spicy rabbit cubes... anything else, Mr. Jiang, what about the grain?"

Grain? Naturally, it’s donated to those who need it.

"Lately, there’s been no grain to be had. It’s harvest season, and every year at this time, grain is hard to come by. The farmers barely have enough for themselves. Some have lost their crops to disasters, so they’re even more hesitant to let go of their stores. Of course, there’s no grain to be had. Pan, perhaps you can find some?"

Pan Zhoucong: "... If Mr. Jiang can’t get any, I certainly don’t have the skill to find any. Well, if there’s none, there’s none. Let’s wait a bit. After the harvest and state quotas are met, some might start selling their grain."

Jiang Mingyue thought it was unlikely.

That day in East Bridge Village, she overheard that most places were short on grain. Families that could sell were likely only doing so to gather money for medical treatments, an unavoidable hardship.

The agricultural yield is genuinely low these days. An acre of rice yielding 220 pounds is considered a good harvest, which roughly reduces to 150 to 200 pounds after threshing. Wheat yields even less. The highest yields are sweet potatoes and potatoes, but even those are hard to cultivate. The soil is impoverished, weeds grow wildly—not for lack of hard-working farmers, but because the weeds are too rampant to fully eradicate.

Currently, pesticides and fertilizers are insufficient. Herbicides can’t eliminate the weeds, and the use of fertilizers isn’t widespread, as they’re scarce, especially in places like the Beishi Commune where farmers rely mainly on farmyard manure, which is limited. If fertilizers could be mixed in, the crops would certainly grow better.

Jiang Mingyue pondered, planning to discuss the problem with Yan Jinzhi later; maybe he’d have a solution.

"As for the price, should we stick to the old rates, or do you have any objections, Mr. Jiang?"

"I trust Pan. Pan will never shortchange me, right?"

Their cooperation was not just about partnerships but also friendship, meant to be lasting, so why let this create a rift? Both being smart, there’s no need to worry about ulterior motives.

"That’s right. Outside, perhaps someone might offer slightly higher prices; it’s not impossible. But all I can say is that through my channels, the price I offer will certainly not disadvantage Mr. Jiang."

This was a declaration!

Even if he buys low, the price he sells at won’t be significantly lower to take advantage of the difference.

This... Jiang Mingyue trusted him, or else she wouldn’t have cooperated with him in the first place.

A person’s temperament often reflects their baseline actions.

"Da Qiang, calculate the total price? Uncle Mute, prepare the money."

"Thirty-six thousand yuan."

Having secured another sum, Jiang Mingyue quickly calculated. Not including what was given by her cousin, her savings now totaled six hundred and thirty-five thousand—an enormous sum!

With satisfaction, Jiang Mingyue left quickly with the money, ready to go home and report to someone.

When Jiang Mingyue returned, she was surprised to find he had fallen asleep in the chair.

Jiang Mingyue: "... Can’t you sleep in the bed?"

She mumbled softly, then bent down to pick him up, thinking: He’s so light!

Took off his shoes, covered him with the quilt, and Jiang Mingyue left the space, and when she lay in bed, her mind was filled with the taste of him she had tried earlier—a cool, clean flavor. She never expected a man to be so fresh. Men were generally imagined with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, which was repulsive, but Yan Jinzhi clearly wasn’t; he was truly a disciplined man!

Tossing and turning, she finally fell asleep, only to dream about his touch and taste.

In the morning, when the rooster crowed, Jiang Mingyue woke up and felt a terrible headache. She got up to use the bathroom and returned to bed to sleep again, only waking up in the afternoon.

After dressing, washing, and going downstairs, Xiao Ran, eager to learn, was the first to see her.

Immediately, like a little magpie, he chirped, "Sister, sister, you’re so lazy! I’ve had two meals and learned a lot while you were asleep. How will you manage in the future? Never mind, I’ll just take care of you instead."

Jiang Mingyue: "..." Little rascal, it was just one night’s sleep, and you don’t know your place anymore?