Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 240 - 144 Happiness

Fu Yang, a wealthy young master whose outfit alone could buy a whole street, naturally couldn’t understand why a few rice seedlings could bring an octogenarian to tears.

Feeling puzzled, he asked a photographer nearby, "Why is he crying? Can’t he just buy more?"

"Everyone else in the village has already planted their rice. Raising seedlings also takes effort. What you did today affected the last batch of remaining seedlings, and the old man is heartbroken over it," the photographer explained.

"Is that really necessary?" Fu Yang was speechless. "If they can’t plant them, they can’t plant them. Just buy rice directly!"

"This old man has no labor force left, with his spouse and children gone, and he’s ill too. He only has a few hundred yuan a year to live on, and all the rest goes to medical expenses. Where do you think he will get the money to buy rice?"

Fu Yang was truly shocked. After all, in the world he lived in, the word ’hundred’ was always followed by ’thousand,’ and to him, a few hundred yuan was hardly money at all.

He couldn’t imagine an elderly person in their seventies or eighties subsisting on just a few hundred yuan.

He hadn’t thought much of it at first, but now, seeing the old man’s slightly trembling figure, Fu Yang inexplicably felt a suffocating discomfort in his heart.

But Fu Yang was not the kind of person to lose face by going to others and saying something, so he could only return to his accommodation feeling conflicted and agitated.

Fu Yang didn’t want to talk about it with anyone, but for some reason, when Shu Wan quietly asked him in passing, he couldn’t help blurting it out.

"Where did you carry out the task? Take me with you later," Shu Wan said.

"Why are you going there?"

"You’ll know if you take me."

"Oh."

For some reason, even though Shu Wan hadn’t said what she intended to do, Fu Yang found himself inexplicably relieved.

[Let me guess, Shu Wan must be planning to take Lin Yang to apologize, after all, Lin Yang really didn’t handle this situation well.]

[Even though it’s tough, I can understand; how could Lin Yang know that the handful of seedlings he casually tossed aside could be an old man’s yearly sustenance?]

[So pitiful. Is there a way to donate? I want to give some money to the old man.]

"So, what are we having for lunch? I already lost in cooking, and you, being so awesome, didn’t win either," Fu Yang, having regained his spirits, began to "stir trouble" again.

"So in your eyes, I can win at anything I do?" With one rhetorical question, Shu Wan blocked all of Fu Yang’s responses.

Fu Yang’s gaze faltered, not knowing what to say in retort.

Looking at Shu Wan’s calm profile, Fu Yang thought to himself that if Shu Wan entered a debate competition, she would surely be unbeatable with her invincible logic.

While other guests started preparing lunch, Shu Wan took Fu Yang back to the field where they had worked in the morning.

The crew only cared about filming and didn’t bother with the rice seedlings in the field. The elderly villager was old and unable to work the soil.

Now, the rice seedlings that Fu Yang threw down lay sprawled in a messy array on the surface of the water, with frogs and dragonflies occasionally skimming across.

Shu Wan borrowed two sets of one-piece waterproof suits from someone nearby and handed one to Fu Yang. "Wear this."

"This is so ugly. Why wear it?"

Fu Yang, with a look of disdain for the bleak waterproof suit, grumbled about its ugliness, but seeing Shu Wan dressed in it, he followed suit and put it on as well.

"You take that side, I’ll take this side. Let’s start by picking up the rice seedlings," Shu Wan said, dividing the area roughly with her hand.

"Okay."

The moment he saw Shu Wan step into the mud, the words of refusal that Fu Yang had poised at his lips just would not come out.

[No way. Don’t tell me Shu Wan knows how to plant rice seedlings too. Why have they come back? Didn’t they fail the task?]

[To the person asking before, didn’t you realize the young master has been dwelling on this? Shu Wan is here to help him resolve his feelings. I can’t even imagine how happy I would be if this were my own mother.]

[Honestly...although Shu Wan isn’t the young master’s biological mother, this method of education is incredibly advanced and forward-thinking. Who wouldn’t be envious of that?]

In the fields at that moment, Shu Wan and Fu Yang quickly gathered the tossed rice seedlings back together, splitting up to carry out the task.

"Stand next to me, watch where I place them. Like this, insert the rice seedlings into the ground, and plant from front to back," Shu Wan instructed, demonstrating it once for Fu Yang.

Though Fu Yang didn’t understand what made an action professional, observing Shu Wan’s fluid movements made him very curious. "You haven’t really done this before, have you?"

And judging by her appearance, she seemed to be rather skilled at it. If it weren’t for her face and the aura she carried, Fu Yang might have really thought Shu Wan made her living by farming.