[Hard-core accounting + rural group portraits + farming to get rich]
The big city was too busy, so Tang Nuan returned to his hometown to farm with a "spiritual spring space" that could slowly improve plant genes.
I thought that the next days would be sunrise and sunset, barely surviving.
As a result, the vegetables she grew not only grew juicy, but also tasted ridiculously good, making people feel comfortable after eating them.
At first, she just took the tomatoes she couldn't finish eating at home and sold them at the town market, priced at 50 yuan each.
The whole village and the vendors next door laughed at her for being crazy about money and waited to see her laugh.
Until——
The village chief's precious grandson, who was severely anorexic and skinny, hugged her raw tomatoes and kept chewing on them until his mouth was full of mud and juice;
The local contractor who had contracted more than a dozen projects in the town and suffered from insomnia and anxiety to the point of losing his hair, took a sip of her winter melon soup and snored in his broken pickup truck all day long;
Even the bald old cadre from the city who came to inspect had black hair sprouting on his shaved head because he ate cucumbers from her family for half a month!
Later, expensive cars and black off-road vehicles with extremely low chassis began to appear frequently on the bumpy dirt road at the entrance of the village. Bosses with suits and ties and big bellies lined up at the edge of the fields, holding thick banknotes to buy the "life-sustaining elixir."
Tang Nuan looked at the gravel road crushed by the wheels with distress, pressed the calculator and roared:
"How many times have I told you! If the road in the village is damaged, the family will have to pay 500 to repair it! Bring your own cloth bags, I don't provide plastic bags!"
"Also! What I sell is just ordinary tomatoes with large pulp, not some elixir!"
