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"Who is your son?" Old Zhao asked instinctively.
A hush fell over the crowd, everyone holding their breath, waiting for Zhang Cuifang's answer. They were all curious about what kind of person this farmer's son was, who could cultivate three such outstanding Lan Zhai!
On the Broadcasting Platform, countless netizens witnessed this moment and flooded the screen with comments.
"Impressive! I thought this amazing Lan Zhai was cultivated by this farmer herself!"
"So it’s her son!"
"Who is her son? He sounds incredible!"
"Hey, do you remember? The Old Village Chief seemed to mention this farmer's son earlier."
"Now that you mention it, I recall he graduated from Tsinghua University!"
The netizens buzzed with excitement. The staff at the Broadcasting Platform noticed the comments and felt a spark of inspiration. They quickly contacted Old Zhao through the channel's headset.
Upon hearing this, Old Zhao's expression froze. He instinctively turned to the side and looked at the Old Village Chief. "Old Village Chief, you just said she has a son who graduated from Tsinghua University!"
"Yes!" The Old Village Chief nodded without noticing Old Zhao's strange expression. He continued, "Chen Xuan is quite remarkable; he’s taken on a piece of Barren Land and turned it into a huge Farm. When I visited a few days ago, I was nearly shocked by what I saw!"
Realizing he had spoken too much, the Old Village Chief hurriedly fell silent. He glanced around nervously, only to find that everyone was staring intently at him.
This was bad! The Old Village Chief thought with a bitter smile; his connection with Chen Xuan was likely to be exposed!
Old Zhao, however, didn’t dwell on it. With a friendly smile, he said, "Since you’ve been to this young man's Farm, why don’t you take us to have a look?"
To be honest, I am also quite curious about what kind of person could receive these three pots of Lan Zhai.
The Old Village Chief looked conflicted, but faced with the gazes of those around him, he could only nod reluctantly.
He called out to Chen Dahai, "Dahai, could you please run ahead and let them know that I’ll be bringing some people over to check on Chen Xuan's farm?"
"Sure, Old Village Chief!" Chen Dahai nodded, smiled politely at Old Zhao, and then hurried off.
"Old Zhao, let’s go," the Old Village Chief said with a smile as he watched Chen Dahai rush away.
"Alright!" Old Zhao nodded and was just about to leave when he suddenly paused. He carefully handed the pots of Lan Zhai to Zhang Cuifang and said, "Could you hold onto these for me for a bit? I’ll come back to get them later."
"Of course," Zhang Cuifang replied without hesitation. She wasn’t comfortable letting Old Zhao carry them away without paying first.
With a smile, Old Zhao carefully passed the pots to Zhang Cuifang and then followed in the footsteps of the Old Village Chief as they headed outside.
A crowd of people surged out together. The courtyard quickly fell silent again.
Zhang Cuifang returned to the house with the pots of Lan Zhai and after placing them securely, she thought for a moment before locking the front door and heading towards the farm.
Speaking of which, she hadn’t visited Chen Xuan's farm in a long time; it was just the right time to go take a look.
Meanwhile, the Old Village Chief led a throng of people as they hurried outside.
The news quickly spread. Upon hearing that people from Jianghe City were going to visit a farm outside the village, the villagers instinctively thought they were referring to Chen Dafeng's Da Feng Farm. A quick-witted villager immediately pulled out his phone and called Chen Dafeng.
"Chen Dafeng! Get ready! A crew from Jianghe City is heading your way!"
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