The Little Life of a Big Landlord

Chapter 54 Visit

(Regarding the tomato issue, I originally didn't want to explain, but some friends are quite lovely and kept pestering me, so I'll explain it. First, the seeds objectively exist. When the large landowner farm collects seeds, it doesn't care whether the seed coat covers the pulp. Second, after the seeds are collected, they are also processed by the system and then planted. The whole process does not require manual labor.)

Sun Fangfang sat down next to Zhang Shufang with a happy smile, and said with a hint of complaint, "Mom, you and Dad came without telling us? If my mother-in-law hadn't told us, we wouldn't have known you were here yet. Don't you miss us?"

Zhang Yang, who was sitting next to Yang Zhengfang, said, "That's right. It was my mom who called us and that's how we found out you moved in. If you had told me earlier, I could have helped you with your luggage."

"Work is important, moving isn't a big deal, it won't interfere with your work. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, do you have a holiday?" Zhang Shufang smiled and patted her goddaughter on the back of the neck.

"It's a holiday, we only get a day off tomorrow, why are we working overtime? Let's finish tomorrow's work today," Sun Fangfang said.

"You said your mother-in-law told you about my and your father moving here. Is your mother-in-law currently with you?"

"No, my mother-in-law took my son to her house. We came back late, so my son was taken care of by his grandmother," Sun Fangfang said.

"My mom isn't one to get involved in anything. If something happens, she just keeps it to herself and doesn't ask or even tell you," Zhang Yang said.

Wei Jianguo and Xue Hua exchanged a glance, both understanding each other perfectly: when it comes down to it, it's the son who understands mothers best.

"That's a good personality. It's less likely that there will be conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Fangfang, you've got a good mother-in-law. You're so lucky..." Zhang Shufang said with a smile.

"I'm lucky? I usually have no one to talk to if I have something on my mind, so how can I be lucky? It's you who's lucky..." Sun Fangfang flattered her very loudly.

"You're such a talkative kid, be careful Zhang Yang doesn't get upset..." Zhang Shufang laughed.

"Yes, I'm not happy about it..." Zhang Yang quickly said.

"Go away..." Sun Fangfang glared at Zhang Yang, and Zhang Yang immediately fell silent.

"Look at you, so capable! You two are a couple, you're one. In front of so many people, can't you give him some face?" Zhang Shufang said with some complaint.

"Mom...you are my real mom. Ever since we got married, my mom has never stood up for me..." Zhang Yang said with a sad expression, his eyes brimming with tears of emotion.

"He's being silly again. You can't give this guy a friendly look." Sun Fangfang rolled her eyes at Zhang Yang and said angrily.

"That's what makes people lively. It makes the house more interesting. Everyone else is like your dad, a quiet, withdrawn person. Their lives would be so boring," Zhang Shufang said with a laugh.

"Why are you dragging me into this again? You guys eat, I'm going to feed my Dahuang." Yang Zhengfang put down his chopsticks and walked towards the balcony, where Dahuang was left to graze.

"Big Yellow is here too? That's great, and that little yellow dog..." Zhang Yang perked up immediately and quickly followed behind Yang Zhengfang.

"I'll go take a look too... I mean Zhang Yang, that little dog belongs to me..." Wei Jianguo panicked and quickly followed.

"These three are really... I say, Lao Yang, can't you eat first before you go? It's not like you'll starve if you feed them a little later." Zhang Shufang was so angry that she didn't know what to say.

"People eat, but dogs need to eat too, right?" Yang Zhengfang said without even turning his head.

"Ignore them, let's eat our own food, eat all the good stuff, and leave them nothing..." Xue Hua quickly advised Zhang Shufang when she saw that she was about to get angry again.

"Never mind them, let's eat our own food..." Zhang Shufang said.

Wei Qingqing and Yang Ming exchanged a glance, said nothing, and began to eat in silence.

As the night deepened, the moonlight shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting a pale, eerie glow. Anyone who has seen zombie movies would wonder, "Won't some zombies jump out from under such a large moonlit sky?"

knock knock...

There was a knock on Yang Ming's bedroom door, which immediately woke the young couple who had just fallen asleep.

"Who is it?" Yang Ming asked.

"It's soundproof, you can't hear me..." Wei Qingqing nudged him and reminded him.

Yang Ming put on his pajamas, got out of bed, and opened the door. Standing outside was his mother, Zhang Shufang.

"Mom, what's wrong so late at night?" Yang Ming asked in surprise.

"Come out with me, Mom has something to tell you..." Zhang Shufang said, turning and walking away.

"What is it?" Wei Qingqing asked softly, wrapped in the blanket.

"It's alright, you go to sleep first. I'm going to talk to Mom for a bit," Yang Ming said, then followed her and gently closed the door.

"Tell me, where did the food come from? I didn't dare to pry in front of your mother-in-law, but now it's just the two of us, so tell me the truth." Zhang Shufang sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, looking at her son sitting opposite her, and asked.

"..." Yang Ming was really conflicted. Should he tell the truth or not? If there was anyone in this world he trusted the most, it would be his mother, even before his father.

"Is something troubling you? Tell me. If it's really difficult, I won't force you, but you have to tell me the truth and be able to face your conscience." Zhang Shufang felt a little sorry for her son as she saw him struggling.

"Mom, it's not a big deal to tell you, but you have to tell me first, do you have a habit of talking in your sleep?" Yang Ming said seriously.

Zhang Shufang wasn't a fool. Seeing her son's expression, she knew it was a serious matter. She said, "As people get older, their health is more prone to problems. Even if I don't talk in my sleep now, I can't guarantee I won't in the future. So don't tell me. As long as you have a clear conscience, I won't interfere. We, the Yang family, don't do anything immoral."

"Mom, let me tell you, nothing I've done has been against my conscience. If I don't tell you, you'll definitely be holding a grudge, which isn't good for your health. So let me tell you, I have a technology that can optimize some fruit trees and vegetables, so the produce that grows is not only big and tastes good, but also full of nutrients. I make my money by selling these high-quality produce."

"You have a technology for optimizing fruit trees and vegetables. Is this technology something you stole from someone else? Is this technology entirely yours from start to finish?" Zhang Shufang confirmed.

"Yes, not only that, but their seeds are also optimized seeds." Yang Ming nodded.

"My son has this skill? Okay, I understand. Go back to sleep. Our Yang family is a big family. Don't always think about keeping good things to yourself. Think about being in charge." Zhang Shufang breathed a sigh of relief and waved to Yang Ming.

"Okay, Mom, I'm going back now. You should get some rest too..." Yang Ming nodded and got up to go back to his room.

In the living room, only Zhang Shufang was sitting alone.

The morning sun shines through the thin mist, casting a fresh and warm glow on the earth. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month.

At 6 o'clock, the market started to get crowded. Zhang Yingning, carrying a small basket, walked in right on time. She comes here every day to buy some vegetables to take care of her family at home.

No matter how much money she had, she never forgot that she was just a wife, a mother, and a grandmother.

A woman who is too strong can easily cause family conflicts. Men, on the other hand, care about their pride. Give them face, and they'll be more obedient than a cat. If you slap them, they'll happily offer their other half of their face as well.

The meaning of money is to make the family happier. Without this premise, no matter how much money you have, it's no different from paper! This is Zhang Yingning's motto in life, and she has always adhered to it. Her cooking skills are far inferior to those of hotel chefs, but she has always been responsible for the family's three meals a day. No matter how busy the hotel is, she always cooks for her family first before dealing with other matters. Even when she is with important guests and is in a hurry, she will still call home to ask if her family has eaten.

Zhang Yingning is a person who knows how to enjoy life.

"Sister Zhang is here? Want some cucumbers? Freshly picked from the greenhouse, still with the flowers and thorns on." A vendor who knew Zhang Yingning called out to her.

"Oh! Little Wu? Your cucumbers look really fresh and juicy. Weigh out two pounds for me..." Zhang Yingning said with a smile.

"Alright, same price as always..." Xiao Wu immediately picked out a few cucumbers, put them on the scale, and lifted the scale bar. "Okay, we're so familiar with each other, let's just call it two jin!"

"That's right! We're so familiar with each other, I won't thank you, hehehe..." Zhang Yingning laughed and took out some money.

Zhang Yingning put the cucumbers in the basket and started walking forward, but her gaze was quickly drawn to something familiar. "Isn't that Yang Ming's tricycle? How did it end up here..."

In front of me were an old man and an old woman, who had set up a small stall with bundles of chives on it. A tricycle was parked behind them.

"Grandpa, are these baby chives?" Zhang Yingning squatted down in front of the stall, gently fiddling with the chives.

"No, it just grew naturally in the farmyard. We get up early this morning to harvest it. It's great for making dumplings and pancakes..." the old lady said eagerly.

"One yuan a pound, not expensive at all," the old man said.

"May I ask your names?" Zhang Yingning thought the two of them were quite cute.

"My name is Zheng Yunqian, and this is my wife. You can rest assured about eating my vegetables; they haven't been sprayed with any pesticides, so they definitely won't make you sick," the old man said.

"Sure! Give me two bundles." Zhang Yingning took out two yuan. At this point, she realized that these two people were Yang Ming's former landlords.

"It was all agreed upon, one bundle per pound. If you don't believe me, you can weigh it again." As he spoke, Grandpa Zheng placed the vegetables on the electronic scale and weighed them.

"I believe you, I believe you. You two are new to this line of work, right? Selling vegetables is quite hard work," Zhang Yingning said.

"That's right. We used to work as laborers for others. A while ago, we had some capital, so we started working on our own. It's quite tiring, working all day long." Aunt Zheng was quite talkative.

After chatting for a few minutes, Zhang Yingning put the chives in the basket and got up to leave.

Grandpa Zheng's chives sold very well. By 10 a.m., they were all sold out, earning him a total of 50 yuan. The elderly couple happily rode their tricycle home together.

When I got home, I had just entered the house and sat down to rest for a while when there was a knock on the door.

"One after the other? Who is this?" Aunt Zheng muttered as she stood up and went to open the door. "Who is it?"

"It's me, Yang Ming." Yang Ming's voice rang out from outside.

"Oh! It's Xiao Yang?" Aunt Zheng quickly opened the door.

"Uncle Zheng, Aunt Zheng, isn't today the Mid-Autumn Festival? I've come to see you." Yang Ming said with a smile.

"Look at you, you came all this way, but why did you bring anything? Come in, come in. We went to the market to sell vegetables today and just got back. Your uncle is resting inside." Aunt Zheng complained, but pulled Yang Ming into the house with a smile.

"Xiao Yang, come in. We're steaming chive-filled buns today, and we'll have some drinks together." Grandpa Zheng warmly pulled Yang Ming's arm.

"Alright, alright, I'll go cook," Aunt Zheng said with a beaming smile. "Little Yang can eat at home."

"Okay, I'll eat here today..." Yang Ming nodded with a smile, and then called Wei Qingqing to tell her that he was staying at Grandpa Zheng's house for dinner.

He hadn't originally planned to eat here, but seeing how enthusiastic Grandpa and Grandma Zheng were, he couldn't bear to refuse. Perhaps they'd been spending Mid-Autumn Festival alone as a couple for years.

Aunt Zheng happily went to the kitchen to prepare vegetables and make lunch.

"Little Yang, come and sit down..." Grandpa Zheng pulled Yang Ming to sit down and poured him a cup of hot water. "How is it? Is the yard alright?"

"It's alright, it's quite nice and quiet. Qingqing and I have been staying there for about a month."

"It's definitely quiet there, but the transportation is inconvenient." Grandpa Zheng said with a smile. "I forgot to tell you before, that house is dilapidated and cursed, but it's okay to live there..."

In rural areas, houses where children have died are considered to have bad feng shui and are believed to be inhabited by evil spirits. Therefore, feng shui masters are often consulted to dispel these evil spirits.

"It's alright, sir. Are you and auntie feeling alright? Why did you go out to sell vegetables? Are you short of money? If you are, please let me know."

"That's enough, that's enough. My wife and I don't even spend five thousand yuan a year. We're just bored, so we're looking for something to do to pass the time," Grandpa Zheng said with a smile.

"If you have any difficulties in life, please tell me. Don't treat me like an outsider! When I was at my lowest point, you two were the only ones in this city who helped me."

"Alright, alright, we won't treat you like an outsider. We'll definitely come to you if we need anything. Actually, I'm already very happy that you have this intention." Grandpa Zheng was even more delighted.

"I didn't know what you two liked to eat, so I just bought some fruit," Yang Ming said, displaying the gifts. "The mooncakes were made by Qingqing herself; they certainly don't taste as good as store-bought ones, so please don't mind!"

"Look at what you're saying, child. With Qingqing's skills, this old man definitely has to try it," Grandpa Zheng chuckled, touching the mooncakes. "Oh, they're still warm, fresh out of the oven..."

"Hehe, Qingqing just made it this morning," Yang Ming said with a smile.

"Mmm! Delicious!" Grandpa Zhang broke off a piece of mooncake, took a bite, and said, "Qingqing's cooking skills are really good..."

"These fish are ones I caught in the stream by the field. They taste completely different from the fish sold in the market," Yang Ming said as he carried two large carp, each a foot long, into the kitchen.

"Little Yang is so thoughtful..." Aunt Zheng's voice came from outside.

"Alright, don't be so formal, I'll accept your gift." Since it didn't cost much, there's no harm in accepting it.

"Qingqing was supposed to come too, but my parents came to the city yesterday, so she's staying home with them," Yang Ming said as he walked out of the kitchen.

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