CHAPTER 372: CHAPTER 86: AN APPARENTLY BEAUTIFUL VACATION BACK TO THE FARM (PART 2)

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The car left the third ring road, and as it was driving towards the suburbs, a delivery truck behind them was speeding and nearly collided with Xiao Xian and the others’ car.

"Are they looking for death," a string of curses erupted from the truck, angering Zhang Yiyi who wanted to stick her head out the window to curse back.

"Don’t bother, we’re still wearing our school uniforms, let’s not cause trouble," looking out of the car window, Xiao Xian saw the conspicuous painted words "Huang’s Breeding" on the delivery truck.

"People nowadays really lack manners, they just overtook us by speeding and took our lane," grumbled Zhang Yiyi.

"Don’t get angry, think about the delicious and sweet roasted sweet potatoes we’ll have later, and all your anger will disappear," Xiao Xian turned her head and smiled, comforting Zhang Yiyi.

Zeng Xuerou found it all too familiar and simply took the time to check the navigation map for Yanqing’s location.

Just as Xiao Xian turned around, a six-seater Xiao Jin van followed the "Huang’s Breeding" truck and sped past, leaving a trail of blue smoke that Xiao Xian saw as she turned back.

Inside the Xiao Jin van, Uncle Lu, Yezi, and several dozen boxes of crab seedlings were squeezed together.

"Yezi, you had me get in the car just to follow their truck? For what? We don’t have any solid proof, and look at those at the train station, it’s obvious they’ve been bribed." Crab seedlings had to pass through the station’s checks when they were unloaded from the train, and it must have been then that they were switched.

"Don’t worry, Uncle, we’ll know in a moment," Yezi was not in a hurry, and Little Pig poked its head out of her arms, looking out the window suspiciously. It seemed to have caught a familiar scent for a brief moment before it disappeared.

"Little Pig, stop sticking your head out. Are you hungry, or is it just because you’ve just arrived in Beijing and you find everything novel? Don’t rush, once we’re done with things, I’ll treat you well," Yezi, worried that Little Pig might harm the nearby crab seedlings, pressed it firmly back into her arms.

On the other side, Zeng Xuerou had also found the direction under Zhang Yiyi’s urging, and they headed towards Yanqing.

By the time they arrived in Yanqing, it was already past six, and the sky was dimming.

"It’s cleaner than I thought here in Yanqing, look, the concrete roads on both sides are all repaired," Zhang Yiyi pressed her face against the window, seeing the patches of newly grown rice in the paddy fields by the roadside. The sun had completely set and the moon had risen, making the whole land seem peaceful and serene.

"The place with lights on up ahead is our farmhouse; I haven’t had the chance to inform my aunt and uncle, they must be worried sick because I haven’t returned yet," dots of light were shining beside the rice fields of Yanqing’s farmhouses. The congestion and displeasure from the city faded quietly amid this tranquil scene.

"Did your family’s farmhouse get a name? Why not just call it ’Sweet Potato Hut’," Zhang Yiyi was in high spirits, but Zeng Xuerou helplessly remembered "Coated Little Bomb" and responded, "Yiyi, I think you should give up on studying, there’s a trend now of opening name companies. If you stop studying, just open one; I’m sure your business would boom."

The tiny car was filled with the sound of the girls’ laughter and chatter.

But Zhuo Feng and Feng Xing at "Sweet Potato Hut" were not so joyful.

Zhuo Feng wrote down a number on the calendar while anxiously wondering why Xiao Xian hadn’t returned yet.

"Ah Feng, stop writing, let’s wait at the door. The last rural bus should also be arriving soon," Feng Xing comforted the worried Zhuo Feng.

"It’s not just about worrying for Xiao Xian, I’m afraid that when she returns and sees her useless cousin, she’ll despise me," Zhuo Feng glanced at the bold "15" on the calendar – it had been fifteen days since she last excitedly contacted Xiao Xian to start planting sweet potato seedlings at home.

Just like the previous rooftop planting, she had gotten off to a terrible start.

Three types of sweet potatoes, from white to red to purple, all were top-quality seedlings. Worried about her own planting skills, Zhuo Feng even hired a few helpers. It took two days to plant all the sweet potatoes.

The day after planting, everything seemed fine, but problems emerged during the first irrigation. It wasn’t clear whether it was because of over-watering or too much sun, but the planted sweet potato seedlings turned yellow and then listless. Zhuo Feng consulted all kinds of planting books but couldn’t find the reason.

"Could it be there’s a problem with the seedlings we bought," Zhuo Feng and Feng Xing discussed, "or maybe the soil is the issue."

After half a day of suspicion, Feng Xing consulted a few local farmers who came to check out their fields and said there was nothing wrong.

"If there’s nothing wrong, why are the sweet potato plants languishing," Zhuo Feng didn’t buy it.

While they were discussing, a car stopped in front of the gate, and Xiao Xian was kicked out of the car, laughing and cursing with Zhang Yiyi.

"You two always count me in for anything fun, but all the jokes get pinned on me. Get out, get out, I’m starving," Zhang Yiyi quickly hit it off with people, having met Zhuo Feng and Feng Xing once before. Seeing the couple, she hurriedly greeted them with ’uncle’ and ’auntie.’

"Cousin, Xuerou, and Yiyi heard that we planted sweet potatoes on our farm and said they wanted to come and see," Xiao Xian hadn’t seen Zhuo Feng and Feng Xing for a month and now pounced on them with excited leaps and bounds.

"We do have sweet potatoes," Zhuo Feng replied awkwardly, slightly shifting her body to block the moonlit sweet potato field.

"Yes, Auntie, I love sweet potatoes the most, especially roasted sweet potatoes. You don’t need to bother with me, I can take care of myself, roasting sweet potatoes is my specialty," Zhang Yiyi said, rolling up her sleeves with a practiced look.

Feng Xing nudged Zhuo Feng, saying, "Good, we still have a few bags of sweet potatoes. Let’s wash them, and tonight we will prepare a genuine farmhouse dinner."

Zhang Yiyi cheered at the lead while Zeng Xuerou also stood by agreeing, and Xiao Xian glanced at Zhuo Feng, only to see her forcing a smile with tightly knit brows. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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