Overbearing Immortal Doctor
Chapter 102 - 102 Original text One Hundred and Two - The Cute Side Modified to 102 - The Cute Side

102: Original text: Chapter One Hundred and Two – The Cute Side Modified to: Chapter 102 – The Cute Side 102: Original text: Chapter One Hundred and Two – The Cute Side Modified to: Chapter 102 – The Cute Side Nowadays, not far from the chicken farm, mushrooms also started growing, and villagers flocked to the mountains one after another.

The lucky villagers who managed to collect a pound or two of mushrooms mostly sold them to Wu Xiaoyu.

After all, twelve yuan per catty was quite a good price.

Some savvy people took the mushrooms to the town to sell, but found that the market price at the vegetable market was only ten yuan.

Delivering to the town with great effort ended up earning less than selling to Wu Xiaoyu.

Who would be so foolish to waste the effort and take the loss?

They just didn’t understand why, when the market price was ten yuan, Wu Xiaoyu dared to buy at twelve yuan.

What kind of channels did he have to sell the mushrooms at a high price?

The curious ones followed Wu Xiaoyu and discovered that he delivered the mushrooms to Juxian Inn and the slaughterhouse in town.

It was understandable for Juxian Inn, as restaurants would surely need mushrooms, but what did the slaughterhouse need so many mushrooms for?

Those who thought they had discovered the secret tried selling mushrooms to Juxian Inn, but the inn praised their mushrooms and still refused to buy, as they had a contract with Wu Xiaoyu.

Inquiring about Wu Xiaoyu’s prices from the people at Juxian Inn yielded no results.

As for why Juxian Inn wouldn’t buy mushrooms from villagers at a lower price, the reason was simple—they didn’t have the ability to supply stably and in large quantities.

In short, their mushroom quantities were too small and they couldn’t guarantee a stable supply.

Juxian Inn had its reputation to uphold, not being a roadside diner, stable supply was the procurement department’s priority.

From the slaughterhouse, they got even less information, so they decided to just sell the mushrooms to Wu Xiaoyu.

Meanwhile, Wu Xiaoyu, to ensure villagers earned enough for their daily meals, also struggled a lot, spraying Spiritual Spring Water in the mountains late at night.

The only thing that recently cheered up Wu Xiaoyu was finally getting all the restaurant paperwork sorted out.

Zhou Dong’s connection with Ma Shengming certainly made things smooth.

The next step was choosing a location in town.

Wu Xiaoyu, knowing little about this, left it entirely to Zhou Dong.

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In no time, it was the busy summer harvest season.

Various clans and families gathered to discuss the harvest sequence and manpower allocation.

No one wanted to bring in farm harvesters to the village.

The road was too bumpy, and the scattered fields on the mountain made it inefficient for harvesters.

Thus, manpower became the most valuable resource.

Usually, large families in the village helped each other with the harvest.

In previous years, the Wu family gathered at the oldest, highest-ranking Wu De’en’s house to discuss the summer harvest.

This year, they all ended up at Wu Xiaoyu’s house.

City folks might think it’s just a change of venue, not a big deal!

National concerns lie in sacrifices and armies, while people’s concerns lie in sacrifices and farming.

To farmers, discussing farm work was as significant as ancestral sacrifices, indicating one’s authority in the clan.

Wu Youliang already held high esteem in the clan.

Now, with Wu Xiaoyu running the chicken farm and helping some youths find livelihoods, Youliang’s esteem grew as Wu Xiaoyu’s father.

The seventy-plus-year-old Wu De’en, holding Wu Youliang’s hand, said, “Youliang, you handle the summer harvest this year!”

About thirty people in the room turned their gaze to Wu Youliang, making him feel a bit uneasy as he hadn’t been the center of attention for years.

Knowing most of the family’s respect came from his son’s achievements, he modestly declined, “Fourth Uncle, you should handle this!

I don’t know how to arrange this…”

Everyone, thinking he was being humble, said, “Youliang, you just handle it.

We’ll all follow your arrangement.

Early or late, what’s the big deal!”

Though everyone said that, whoever was scheduled later would be displeased.

These arrangements involved a lot of personal ties that he couldn’t manage, so he kept declining, “Fourth Uncle, you should handle this…”

Seeing the back and forth wasting time, Wu Xiaoyu stepped in, “Fourth Grandfather, you should handle it, as you always did.

You have the experience!”

With Wu Xiaoyu’s words, no one persuaded Wu Youliang any further, turning their attention back to Wu De’en.

He smiled, “Then this old man will arrange it for you?”

To Wu Xiaoyu, summer harvest was just about wielding a sickle and cutting wheat.

But to Wu De’en, it was complex; those who harvested early one year should go later the next, and vice versa, to keep things peaceful.

After a long discussion, they still made no headway.

Wu Xiaoyu, overwhelmed, slipped away to the mountains for some quiet.

Passing through the village center, he saw Niu Mansheng squatting by the stone platform grinding a sickle.

Damn!

When did this old dog learn to do things himself?

Wu Xiaoyu cursed inwardly and continued towards the back mountain.

It was impossible for Niu Mansheng not to see Wu Xiaoyu.

Seeing Wu Xiaoyu approach, Niu Mansheng turned his head away.

Once Wu Xiaoyu passed, Niu Mansheng stood up and glared resentfully at his back.

This kid was growing stronger.

The Wu family members went to his house to discuss the summer harvest.

His authority in the clan was evident.

Recently, he has been buying villagers’ mushrooms, gathering support.

If this continues, the greedy bastards in the Niu family might all turn against him.

Could he remain village head?

But he couldn’t compete.

What should he do?

Damn it!

Just a trip to Guangdong Province, and he came back so changed.

Is Guangdong Province that impressive?

Qiangzi and the others would return soon.

Let’s see how much they’ve changed after their trip.

Not a big deal!

Wu Xiaoyu, in the mountains, saw some people still collecting mushrooms on the slope above the chicken farm.

It was already afternoon with few mushrooms left.

Even if they picked some, he couldn’t sell them, as there were no refrigerators in the countryside.

Mushrooms left overnight would no longer be fresh.

It looked like he had to be strict and accept only the fresh morning-picked mushrooms.

But even if he didn’t buy the overnight ones, they would still pick and sell them in town for some money.

All his hard work, sowing and watering to grow these mushrooms, if they sold without passing through his hands, would be wasted effort.