Chapter 211: 211 Brother Yanping’s career plan

Chapter 211 211. Brother Yanping’s career plan

With the excitement of the house, Zhang Yanping took a piece of grass and held it in his mouth. He squatted in the chestnut garden and looked at the small flower stalks sprouting among the lush green leaves. He couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"well…"

This sigh made Brother Nilu, who was diligently pulling weeds, very unhappy.

“Why, I’ve worked so hard and you’re still not satisfied?”

To say that Brother Nilu did what he did here willingly, that’s definitely not the case. But he feels that he is a big man and is willing to admit defeat!

So today I don’t even bother to be lazy and reasonable. It’s hard to find such people nowadays.

Who would be dissatisfied with a long-term job for free?

Zhang Yanping smiled particularly amiably:

“Look at what you said, this is not a game, there are rewards and punishments, just for fun!”

Brother Ni Loach unceremoniously pulled off the labor protection gloves on his hands, revealing his red palms:

“What fun? My hands are almost bruised.”

Ah this.

Zhang Yanping was speechless.

Thinking that this brother had contributed tens of thousands of yuan yesterday, he quickly changed the topic: "I mainly sigh for myself. Brother, what do you think I should do in the future?"

He didn't think so much at first. In his salty life, he just lived one day at a time.

But now I am used to this rural life, and it doesn’t feel like living in my aunt’s house all the time.

You can ask him to go to the fields to do farm work, but he will never be able to do it.

If he doesn’t do farm work, what else is there for him to do in this village?

Of course, he was full of confidence when he came at first, thinking that he could help Tantan open up sales—after all, he had a lot of connections.

What the hell, it’s probably easier to bring goods than to her, a girl who used to work honestly.

But now that he has been here for a while, he really can no longer say such things shamelessly.

How can the things his sister planted be sold well?

I begged people to buy it, but the price dropped.

Since I can’t make sales and I can’t go to the fields to do farm work, is it possible that I really have to rely on my relatives and live at home shamelessly?

If this continues, Tan Tan’s newly built house will no longer have its own staff room!

I was the first to go to the countryside to support her career, so I couldn't get up early to catch the late market.

Brother Ni Loach didn’t know that he had so much sorrow in his heart, but he couldn’t help but fantasize:

“Don’t tell me, the beautiful mountains and clear waters of your land and the grass growing there are more energetic than others.”

“If I were stupid, I would make the pond wider, fill it with thousands of fish, build a corridor and pavilion, and open a farmhouse next to it. Then I would invite people to come fishing, and I would help clean up after the fishing...”

As he spoke, he remembered that among the pile of fried snacks he ate last night, it seemed that there were actually three ears of wheat that he had contributed.

Have you successfully become your own boss?

No.

He came to help the boss mow the grass.

I feel very humiliated when I think about myself being reduced to a long-term job because I couldn’t catch any fish.

Then I thought about my brothers continuing to fish while I was working...

How do you describe that feeling?

It's like everyone is a bad student, but other bad students took advantage of me to write a summer homework while I was sleeping!

That feeling in my heart is so uncomfortable, it’s scratching my heart with a hundred claws.

He hummed: "I just want to see who comes last today."

At this moment he hesitated and said:

“You didn’t go home yesterday or today. You should go back tonight, right?”

Brother Loach hesitated for a moment: "I am doing this for three meals a day, right? Then I'll have dinner and then drive back. You can leave me a place in the fish pond tomorrow morning." Yes!

Zhang Yanping looked at the registrations of several other people on his mobile phone and couldn't help but muttered: "Why do I feel that the pond has really become a place where you clock in for work?"

As he said that, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

“The Fishing Bar seems to be not very active recently. None of the posts I posted have received any response. Ten people can’t keep up with it.”

Because there is always one working.

Brother Nilu paused for a moment, then continued to pull up the weeds harder.

Zhang Yanping was shocked when he saw it—

This is too serious.

Career planning couldn't come to mind for a while, but fortunately he was not idle now, so he kept it in mind.

At this moment, Liuliudada continues to walk deeper. On the white fungus sticks and black ear sticks arranged neatly in rows, the future harvest can already be seen.

Especially for the white fungus, the first batch was picked just two days ago, but today I saw that there are already densely packed small white fungus the size of a fingernail sprouting on the tree trunks.

Think again about the white fungus soup you drank yesterday, how it tasted!

How to say?

Before yesterday, Zhang Yanping felt that white fungus was like a bird's nest, and its nourishing effect only existed in legends.

But he knew a scientific idea: an enzyme secreted when Tremella fuciformis is boiled can lubricate the intestines, and drinking Tremella fuciformis soup can help defecation.

This is the only concept he has of Tremella fuciformis.

Moreover, this thing is sticky and sweet (he didn’t know that there is a kind of white fungus that has a crunchy texture), and he doesn’t understand why so many people like it.

But everything only ends in the unseen yesterday.

That bowl of white fungus soup, he was simply too full and planned to use it to relieve his stomach cramps.

Unexpectedly, after taking one bite, the sweetness and indescribable taste and texture burst out in his mouth. At that moment, he understood why high-quality white fungus is sold at a high price per gram nowadays.

In short, looking at this piece of white fungus now, he was filled with expectation and joy.

Brother Loach, on the other hand, was halfway through pulling the grass and looked up at the three-story-high wild chestnut tree located in the center of the chestnut garden. At this moment, his heart was filled with shock and pity:

“Oh, this little chestnut is only as big as a finger, but it tastes so delicious! Why does this tree grow so tall? I won’t even be able to knock down the chestnut bag.”

Look at this tree again, how strong it is.

No wonder it is said that the water and soil in rural areas are good...it is good!

Otherwise, how could we grow such a good tree?

He didn’t know that the chestnut trees all over the mountain had absorbed spiritual energy, but the wild chestnut tree in front of him had only received a ray. Standing in front of it now, it looks even stronger.

Brother Loach circled around twice, thinking about it, and finally found an excuse for the fact that he couldn't catch any fish yesterday:

“It’s normal for the fish to be smarter in this kind of geomantic treasure land. You can’t blame me if I can’t catch it. It must be because the bait was not chosen well.”

Zhang Yanping doesn’t know much about fishing, but he knows that whether the fish can be caught has nothing to do with the bait—

Because he had seen Song Tan pick up something from the kitchen garbage on the side and send it to the net.

At this moment, he subconsciously asked:

“If the fish is smart, why are there so many in the cage?”

Brother Loach thought of the full cage that his buttocks could barely hold down. At this moment, his face was dark and he was speechless.

After a long while, I could only continue to bury myself in the grass.

Good night.

Addition: I can’t finish writing on 10.18, so I’ll update it during the day tomorrow, there won’t be any tonight (my perfect work, woo woo woo woo).

(End of this chapter)

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