Take Along A Spring

After instructing Yang Xiangdong and Zhong Runjuan, Yang Fann was finally able to get away. They walked out of the courtyard together with Bai Mei and went to the Pear Ridge Farm to take a look at the tense construction of the courtyard.    

    

The renovation of the courtyard had reached its final stage. It was installing the curtains, air conditioning, office equipment, and other necessary facilities. The basic cleaning equipment had all been completed, and Yang Fann would no longer be as dejected as the previous few times, as if he was a Syrian refugee.    

    

Yang Fann walked around for a bit and realized that it was probably afternoon by the time he finished the finishing work. Since Lee Dagang still hadn't arrived, he was in no hurry to leave the courtyard. He climbed up the Pear Ridge and checked the various constructions on it.    

    

After a period of clearing it, there were a total of three vegetable fields in the Pear Ridge, about fifty mu or so. Currently, all of them were covered with vegetables and fruits that were bred with 40% of space Spirit Spring.    

    

The clear spring water gurgled around a few vegetable fields. All kinds of vegetables and fruits were pleasing to the eyes, filling people with a sense of vitality. No matter how depressed they were, they would temporarily forget about their worries here.    

    

The growth of the fruit trees were also very good. Summer was not the season to grow fruit trees, but these fruit trees on the Pear Ridge not only grew strong and healthy, but also had almost no diseases or pests, and even a few agricultural technicians who were in charge of management were clicking their tongues in surprise. They were all secretly saying that Yang Fann was blessed with a great fortune, that the fortune was in the lead, that the Feng Shui of the ancestral grave was probably good, or the Feng Shui of the Pear Ridge was good.    

    

In rural areas, the country was so remote that incredible things often happened. The phenomenon that could not be explained with science was often revered, and one could not use simple superstition to deny the valuable experiences that one had gained over hundreds of thousands of years.    

    

For example, in some places, the custom of begging for rain still remained. It didn't matter if there was a reason for asking for rain or not. In any case, it would rain a lot of times, so long as it worked, the people didn't care what science was used to refute it.    

    

This was what ordinary people were like. No matter how much they said, they might as well do it for everyone to see. Whether it was science or superstition, everything they used was good.    

    

Yang Fann clearly remembered that when he was in primary school, it rained heavily one summer. Thunder continued to crash down from the sky. The deafening thunder struck midnight. The thunderstorm only stopped the next morning.    

    

All of them were large trees that were held by one or two people. They were broken into two pieces from a height of more than a meter from the ground, and the cut was extremely smooth. At a glance, one could tell that they were cut by sharp weapons or electric saws, and they were not cut by the wind or lightning bolts.    

    

How could the village chief dare to hide such a strange phenomenon like this from the Poplar Gully? He immediately reported it to the higher ups and quickly sent people over.    

    

This group of people studied Poplar Gully for a few days and finally came to a few conclusions. First, there were people who chopped it off, second, they were struck by lightning, third, they were cut off by wind, and fourth … There was no fourth type.    

    

Although commoners had no culture, it did not mean they were idiots. There was a neat row of trees, almost a hundred of them. In the middle of a thunderstorm, who would be so impatient to go up the mountain to chop down a tree?    

    

What was there to be struck by lightning, or blown by the wind, it was all nonsense, your family's lightning could be so neat, and there weren't even any traces of burning? It was even more impossible to be blown by the wind. It was not like they had never seen a large tree that was blown by the wind before. The cross section was irregular, so how could it be as smooth and smooth as a saw?    

    

The group of experts proudly left, but the citizens were no longer as superstitious about the so-called experts. Everyone finally understood that experts were not omniscient. With so much of the country's salary, they would use these random things to fool the country and its citizens.    

    

However, there was one person who believed in the conclusions of the experts. He was Yang Fann, who was in the fourth grade, and he mocked those villagers who had been spreading rumors about feudal superstitions for a long time. It was both absurd and hilarious to think about it now.    

    

While Bai Mei wasn't paying attention, Yang Fann scattered some water grass seeds bred by spatial Spirit Spring in a few fish ponds, further improving the water quality of the fish ponds, enhancing the disease resistance of the bass in the ponds, and accelerating their growth speed.    

    

Yang Sanmao told Yang Fann in secret, and many people in the village were talking about how good Wu Tie's fate was. Finding the Pear Ridge, which was a treasured land, was a vast and beautiful land, and it was difficult for Yang Fann to not make a fortune by contracting a treasured land like Pear Ridge.    

    

Yang Fann understood the hidden meaning behind Yang Sanmao's words. Yang Sanmao was indirectly telling himself that there was someone in the village who was beginning to be jealous of him, Yang Fann.    

    

If one thought about it, it made sense. No one had ever thought that a barren mountain like this would produce fruits and vegetables worth one catty of a hundred yuan. It would be strange if some people did not fall sick from the red eye.    

    

The countryman might not necessarily be honest people, stealing chickens and dogs, bullying honest people, trampling on widows' doors and digging up graves, the Yang Tiezhu of the past was a good example, he actually set his eyes on Zhong Runjuanang's family. If not for Zhong Runjuan's influence, Zhong Runjuan's family would not have been easy to mess with, and would have been bullied by that guy.    

    

Yang Fann smiled, "Sanmao, you don't need to care about what some people say. Since their mouths are on others, can we really stop them from talking?" "As long as we do our best, we'll be fine. If we want to talk, we'll let them talk. But if they say something, we won't miss a single piece of meat."    

    

Yang Fann had sold before and had never heard of anything that was hard to listen to. People who were envious and jealous of him could not affect him at all. As long as they didn't make trouble for him, he could just let some people say it, but as long as he had a clear conscience, no one could do anything to him.    

    

It was just a small Poplar Gully, but in total, there were only a few hundred of them. Just the number of helpers in the Pear Ridge alone was already in the dozens, which made up one tenth of the total number of people in the village. With these people taking back the wages of one hundred yuan per day, the environment of the entire family had improved.    

    

Yang Sanmao thought that it was Yang Fann who brought happiness to many people in Poplar Gully, let many people eat meat, and let many people wear good clothes. These people should be thanking Yang Fann and not jealous of him, and even made sarcastic remarks behind his back.    

    

Contrary to his expectations, Yang Sanmao felt that if he were to be swapped for Yang Fann, he would never have such a good attitude. If I let you earn money, you all still need to talk behind my back.