The Wealthy Eldest Sister Rules Supreme-Chapter 236 - 232: Truth or Lie (4000+) _3

Chapter 236: Chapter 232: Truth or Lie (4000+) _3

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“Go on.” Zhuang Dali stood up, saw Zhuang Ruman out the door, then returned back to the courtyard. After a while of searching, he found a clean sack.

“What do you need the sack for?” His wife, Mrs. Wang, asked.

“I’m going to the village chief’s home to get bean seeds,” Zhuang Dali as he dusted off the sack, “aren’t we planning to plant seven acres of beans this year? In that case, let’s get 50 kilograms of seeds, we can plant the extra in our vegetable garden. Also, does your family want some seeds too?”

“I suggest your family should also plant more beans. Once the beans are harvested and sold to the tofu factory, it can generate money. The tofu factory owner collects beans from our village. Later, we can have your family’s beans delivered here and it’ll be like us selling them; I’m sure Yonghe would purchase first. No fears of not being able to sell them.”

“It makes sense, I understand.” Mrs. Wang looked at Zhuang Dali with a hint of suspicion, “But didn’t Zhuang Ruman just say there was a problem with these bean seeds? Didn’t you also decide not to plant these beans?”

“Silly woman, can’t you tell the difference between truth and lies?”

Zhuang Dali immediately started laughing, “That Zhuang Ruman, just because Zhuang Qingning has gained money due to her established household, he became like a rabbit with red eyes, thinking about sabotaging her from behind. When people’s hearts turn malicious, they turn darker than the bottom of a pot, his words can’t be denied.”

“But what if the beans actually have a problem? Then we’ll lose a season’s harvest…” Mrs. Wang still seemed uncertain.

“What problem? Are you saying Zhuang Qingning is trying to trick people for money?” Zhuang Dali scoffed, “She’s not even asking for the cost of the seeds now, only after the beans are harvested. What can she possibly reap from scamming? In order to prevent our family from harvesting beans? Then all the villagers would be unable to harvest beans and what would the tofu factory even exist for?”

“Even a fool wouldn’t do something that harms others but benefits no one, let alone this incredibly clever Zhuang Qingning. Rest assured, nothing will go wrong with these beans. Stop worrying and trust me.”

“Besides, looking at Zhuang Ruman’s family, they seem to be constantly jinxed. Just remember one thing, never follow whatever he advocates, and you must try what he advises against. If you do this, trust me, our days will certainly improve.”

“Alright, I won’t discuss this anymore, I need to hurry to the village chief’s house. Zhuang Ruman might have already got a head start with his nimble legs. Who knows how many families he has visited by now? And all the families he’s been to will certainly head to the village chief’s house to pick up the beans. The village chief mentioned the bean seeds weren’t plentiful, we should hurry. If we’re late, there might not be any left…”

As he was speaking, Zhuang Dali shook the sack in his hand and headed straight for Zhuang Jingye’s home.

He was too preoccupied to respond to those who greeted him along the way.

Zhuang Ruman had visited four or five families in a short time.

By the time he left the sixth house, he couldn’t hold back his smile. His face was sweaty, but he didn’t bother wiping it off. He put his hands behind his back and walked home.

Each family seemed to think there was a problem with the beans and agreed with him; they all committed to not planting the type of beans Zhuang Jingye mentioned.

If everything continues this way, the families who haven’t got the seeds yet surely won’t get them now.

I don’t care what Zhuang Jingye and Zhuang Qingning are up to, I just won’t let them succeed. If I can stop them from accomplishing what they want, I will feel satisfied.

See? This is what you get for offending me!

Zhuang Ruman was full of resentment, but the thought of Zhuang Jingye and Zhuang Qingning’s failure, with their faces looking like frost-bitten eggplants, made him ecstatic.

He was a bit tired by now. Zhuang Ruman thought about taking a rest at home, then when it cooled down he would visit a few more families. He needed to convince everyone who was still on the fence to decide against planting Zhuang Qingning’s beans.

The time to plant for autumn was still a while away. After persuading all those families, he would then try and convince the families who already had seeds. He was determined to thwart every one of Zhuang Qingning’s plans.

When that time comes…

Oh, the satisfaction!

Zhuang Ruman felt he hadn’t been this happy in a long time. He put his hands behind his back and walked home with a huge smile on his face.

A bowl of noodles, topped with tomato and mung bean stew with shredded pork. The noodles, made from flour mixed with egg and soda water, were chilled after being cooked. They tasted refreshing and chewy, especially when paired with a few cloves of garlic in this blazing heat. Such comfort was indescribable..