Capítulo 1649: Chapter 1506: Pea Shoots
The boy blinked, looked at the dog, then at them, and finally said, “It hurts a little bit…”
The thorns of the Golden Sakura are quite firm and don’t just stick into the flesh. He grabbed it with force, trying to yank it, which caused him to cry out. Normally, releasing it would suffice.
Of course, it certainly hurts.
But since he said so, the head security guard squatted down and smiled at him, “Not bad, you’re brave enough to admit what you did and not afraid of pain. That’s what makes you a man. We’re about to patrol along the main road, let’s escort you to the clinic.”
Upon hearing this, the child’s mother blushed in embarrassnt.
How could she put it? Compared to her husband, who was playing around and nowhere to be seen, the guard was much more considerate ╮(╯▽╰)╭.
So she was in no mood to get angry anymore.
In the end, the boy puffed out his chest, looked proud, and was “escorted” away. The mother hesitated, looked at the flowers, then the team, and then her silly son, and finally followed along helplessly.
Chen Yunyun had finished recording a video and muttered, “I thought I’d be filming evidence for a dispute…”
Unexpectedly, this village security guard had impressive emotional intelligence. With just a few words, the dispute dissolved into nothing.
Looking over at Xiaocai, she had already struck a pose, “Quick, take a picture of !”
Chen Yunyun: …
She raised her phone and emphasized, “Your composition is terrible. Don’t shoot if I’m not directing you!”
Xiaocai maintained a cara-ready smile and tried to argue, “How is my composition terrible? Everyone in our family, including your grandma, loves letting
take pictures.”
Chen Yunyun scoffed, “Cross-legged, tip-toeing, squatting shots, holding flowers, breeze in the scarf…”
That’s not good composition; that’s the template for photographing the elderly.
The atmospheric photos she took for her grandma, grandma… alas! Always aiming for the groove!
The expansive Golden Sakura brought everyone great emotional value, making the trip worthwhile just for that feeling. Unfortunately, the flowers’ thorns made it difficult to pose within the bushes.
But, despite that, the beauty was enough to make up for this shortcoming.
As everyone snapped photos while moving onward, standing on the road along the hillside and looking back down, they could see the vast peach forest they hadn’t noticed before.
By May, the green peaches were already everywhere, and a few late peach trees at the foot of the mountain still had scattered bright red peach blossoms. From a distance, the rolling mountains looked like a bowl, with gradually ripening golden wheat at the bottom…
Soone among the tourists blurted out, “Hey, isn’t this the Cornucopia?”
Right then, so passing villagers overheard, and they couldn’t help but glance towards Lao Song’s family’s land, then suddenly ca to their senses:
“Yes! This is like a Cornucopia!” It’s just a bit large, a bit distant, and was sowhat barren before.
Why had no one in the village discovered this over the years? It had to be Lao Song’s family, grabbing the Cornucopia as soon as the good fortune arrived.
The villagers imdiately started gossiping, “I see, no wonder their family is building villas and buying cars, must be because this Cornucopia attracts wealth.”
Whether they built the villa or bought the car before or after acquiring Bags Mountain, it didn’t matter.
“That’s not the way to put it. The mountain was barren for years, how did it turn into a Cornucopia for them? I think it’s just that their luck turned, with the God of Wealth blessing them!”
“Actually, I think…”
As everyone chatted and slowly walked away, to the tourists, this was just an offhand comnt. But by the second half of the year, everyone in the village knew why Lao Song’s family was so successful at farming—
Because they acquired the Cornucopia, the feng shui was thriving!
But at the mont, Lao Song’s family had no idea about this. Wu Lan was busy answering a call from the old man—her seventy or eighty-year-old disabled father suddenly called, insisting on weaving a few baskets for her. He said they were very popular now, everyone loved them, and even passersby in cars couldn’t resist stopping…
What could Wu Lan say?
The kid’s grandpa was so happy, let him weave then.
She praised him sincerely, to the point that the old man was a bit embarrassed, and only then reluctantly ended the call, “Let’s not talk for now, people here are still waiting for the goods. I’m afraid we won’t have enough stock, so let’s work harder.”
anwhile, a big crowd of tourists finally saw the canteen marked on the map after lots of playing and looking around.
To be honest, it was a bit unexpected, yet not so surprising.
Village dining—whether in a thatched hut by the pond, by a big kitchen range, or in these new contemporary-style scenic corridors with small vegetable gardens—they could accept any of it.
But this… why did it look not so village-like?
A large structure, with two buildings on either side, and the middle was the largest factory building under strict watch, with the gates tightly closed.
Only the big yard was open, and next to the kitchen door stood a large sign, displaying today’s lunch nu:
“Garlic sautéed baby bok choy, chili scrambled eggs, braised lettuce and at stew, minced at with pea rice. Silver ear soup, rice soup with pea shoots and atball soup. Unlimited special supply of tea.”
This…
Everyone gathered around, looking at the nu again and again.
With both at and vegetables, the price of 30 didn’t seem too expensive.
But… but how did this price feel like a lunchbox?
Right then, the wife of the village team leader ca over with a basket of pea shoots, “Master Jiang, is this enough?”
With a rosy complexion from living in the countryside, Master Jiang ca out for a look, not needing to pinch a shoot to see it was genuinely tender, and he couldn’t help but smile, “It’s enough! We don’t need much to make soup—Xiao Yuan, co weigh it, and later go to Lao Song’s family to settle the account.”
“Alright!” The team leader’s wife replied with a big smile.
Last year, when discussing taking seedlings from Lao Song’s family, she did it to support her slightly political-minded husband, who would’ve thought a winter sale to Boss Zhao would reap such rewards.
Now, as spring arrives, when Lao Song’s family asked if they’d want any more seedlings, she shalessly went to work for a few days and brought back a big bunch of pea shoots.
The yield wasn’t high, and initially, she felt a bit regretful, but a few days ago, when Seventh Uncle saw it on a stroll and suggested she sell them during the holiday…
Lo and behold, Seventh Uncle helped set the price! It was quite high at 15 a pound!
Oh, this price, the team leader’s wife felt a bit sheepish talking about it.
But Seventh Uncle said, “Our village is going to sell vegetables in the future, if your prices are too cheap, it’ll be hard for others. As long as the quality and taste are good, price is a minor issue, no worries about selling!”
“Besides, your pea shoots are genuinely excellent quality, trust ! 15 will work!”
Since ancient tis, let alone those wealthy, discerning eaters from Yun City, who hasn’t celebrated with a good al when rich?
In spring, it’s all about enjoying that fresh seasonal taste!
Thinking of this, the team leader’s wife beca quite poised, speaking to the surrounding tourists, “All of you who ca from afar are guests. If you find the pea shoots delicious at lunch, co buy them from my house! Freshly picked, extra fresh! I am the only one growing this in the village!”
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