Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 1112 - 035 Changed color_3

Chapter 1112: 035 Changed color_3

Another village head snorted coldly, "Isn’t that the truth? The land in their He family village is so poor that it can only be used for growing grapes. They finally managed to sell them, but then that rich but foolish landowner decided not to plant anymore. Tsk tsk, just wait and see, even if you managed to deceive those young people into coming here, it would be pointless. I can tell, those young folks aren’t as easily fooled as that silly landowner. You might as well give up on that idea, they definitely won’t buy your land!"

He Guangming pursed his lips and ignored them, turning around to climb onto his own ox cart. Among the line of coaches belonging to the other village heads and the Lizheng, his ox cart stood out conspicuously.

Watching his unsociable demeanor, the village head who had just spoken smirked and said, "Put on airs, will you! Riding around in that broken-down ox cart every day, don’t think we don’t know, the silver for buying land must have all ended up in your own pocket! Hmph!"

"Enough, enough, stop talking," a more senior village head tugged at his sleeve, admonishing him, "Even if there’s no one else around, don’t talk nonsense. Everyone knows well enough how much of the silver from the land sale ends up in the hands of the common folk. It’s proper for Old He to keep a low profile; it’s certainly better than us being cursed at every day by the villagers!"

"Pfft, let them curse. What waves can they possibly stir up? The fact that they got any silver at all is unexpected fortune. If it weren’t for us selling the land, they wouldn’t have seen a single coin!"

"That’s right, that’s right, you’re absolutely correct. Come on, get on the coach, they’ve all gone far ahead." The senior village head pulled the younger village head who was still babbling onto the coach, and hurried after the Lizheng and the others.

Just as He Guangming had said, the land upstream indeed wasn’t as good as the land downstream. Although the soil quality was poor, Lin Yuan’s sharp eyes still noticed that quite a few grapes had been planted here. However, the grapes had clearly been neglected by the owner; the grape trellises were leaning this way and that, presenting an almost pitiable sight.

The coach of the Lizheng was much slower, and taking advantage of his absence, Xia Zheng pursed his lips and urged Lin Yuan, "This is the ’unexpected boon’ you were talking about just now? I don’t see anything special. They’re just grapes, aren’t they? Grapes can be grown anywhere, can’t they? It’s not necessary to insist on planting them here."

When it came to grape cultivation, Xia Zheng was clearly a layman. Although Lin Yuan wasn’t highly knowledgeable about grape cultivation, she had some exposure to it.

She walked to a grape trellis, bent down, and pinched some soil between her fingers, saying, "The root system of grapes is well-developed, so they can take root in the soil very well. Look at the soil here. Despite obvious efforts from the villagers to work it, the soil is mostly gravel-filled with a large proportion of sand, which makes it ideal for growing grapes."

Besides soil quality, there was also the underground water here.

Lin Yuan stood up and pointed to a small river nearby, asking, "Do you remember that small river we saw earlier? The Lizheng said it was modified later, and now it’s mostly fed by groundwater. I carefully observed the depth of that river, and I estimate it must be at least seven or eight feet deep. Do you know what else is essential for growing grapes besides soil? Right, water, and preferably groundwater."

She scuffed her shoe on the ground and, sure enough, the soil wasn’t very dry. She smiled and added, "Grapes grown in moist soil yield the best growth and fruit. But the water table, being either too high or too low, is not good. From what I’ve observed, the drainage here is quite good, so having the groundwater about three feet below the surface is ideal. Judging from that river, the water level here definitely meets this condition."

For all that Lin Yuan had said before, Xia Zheng couldn’t understand much, and he asked subconsciously, "How do you know all this? What in the world is packed inside that little head of yours? The closer I get to you, the more inscrutable you seem."

Lin Yuan chuckled, shook off his hand that was resting on her head, and laughed, "Now do you understand? My little head is quite precious, filled with silver. In the future, you’ll have to take good care of me. If I’m not happy, my head won’t bubble up with silver anymore, you know!"

Turning up his nose at Lin Yuan’s self-admiration, Xia Zheng rolled his eyes in disdain. However, he quickly changed his tune, giggling, "I think what’s really inside your head isn’t silver, but all sorts of cunning schemes! So tell me, how do you plan to bamboozle that foolish Lizheng?"

Ah! Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, realizing that it wasn’t just her head that was filled with ideas—Xia Zheng had quite a few as well. She had only mentioned coming to take a look, but he had already guessed she intended to take action against the scheming Lizheng.

Actually, it wasn’t that she was being overly cautious, it’s just that Lizheng immediately struck her as no good—flattery was one thing, but the guy had deceit in his heart, and for that, she couldn’t be blamed.

"When they arrive, you’ll know," Lin Yuan said with a mysterious smile, obviously not willing to reveal anything beforehand.

She might not say it, but that didn’t mean Xia Zheng didn’t understand. The two shared a knowing, sly grin as if both were surrounded by an aura of mischief.

Leaning against the carriage, resting with his eyes closed, Lin Yi suddenly curled his lips and turned his head away. These two were indeed exuding a thoroughly mischievous vibe.

Unlike Xia Zheng, the Lizheng and the village leaders didn’t have coachmen to drive their carriages. So, by the time the Lizheng hurried over to Lin Yuan and company, he was already out of breath from his exertions.

"Young, Young Master, you guys, so fast!"

On the other side, Lin Yi raised his chin proudly. Of course, they were fast—did they not see who was driving the carriage?

Seeing him so exhausted, Lin Yuan kindly suggested he rest a bit, but the Lizheng, already impatient to introduce the land to Lin Yuan and her companion, waved his hands and insisted he was not tired.

Since he claimed not to be tired, Lin Yuan didn’t insist and simply smiled cunningly.

He Guangming might have left before the other village leaders, but his ox cart was no match for a horse-drawn carriage, so he still arrived last. This caught the special attention of Xia Zheng and Lin Yuan—among a string of carriages, how could an ox cart not be noticeable?

"Young Master Xia, Miss Lin, would you take a moment for me to introduce you two?" Lizheng was grinning so wide he nearly split his face.

However, Lin Yuan didn’t seem too keen on taking his word this time. She pointed towards the end of the line and crisply said, "I don’t need your introduction. Village Leader, please, come and tell us."

The crowd looked in the direction she pointed and saw He Guangming standing there, his face a picture of dumb surprise, not expecting to be the chosen one.

"Me? I—I’m not good with words, I won’t be doing the introduction," He Guangming stammered after a moment of stunned silence, clearly reluctant to present the land to Lin Yuan and her companion.

This was unexpected for the pair. Looking at Lizheng, who was practically bending over backward, and the eager expressions of the other village leaders, anyone could see everyone was trying hard to ingratiate themselves with them.

But this village leader simply did not treat them as a big deal!