Rural Generation of the Eighties 122: Chapter 122
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At three in the morning, a strong light tore through the darkness of the night, illuminating fifty Good Express boxes neatly arranged at the village entrance. 0
 
"Master, hurry up and unload!" Xiao Fang urged Yezhi, who was hiding in the shadows. 0
 
In the dead of night, trying to avoid being seen made Yezhi feel a bit like a thief. Her bright almond-shaped eyes sparkled as her sneaky figure curled up. Xiao Fang rolled her eyes and said, "Master, there's no one around! You really don't need to act like this." 0
 
"Oh!" Yezhi replied while straightening her back, but after just a few steps, she reverted to her previous demeanor. 0
 
Xiao Fang sighed and looked up at the sky. Was her master becoming suspicious of her? Was there a trust crisis between them? 0
 
Wearing the Shockwave Power Gloves, Yezhi easily unloaded bag after bag of vacuum-packed Peach Seedlings, making the fifty Express Boxes disappear in an instant. 0
 
"Xiao Fang, Xiao Fang!" The troubled Xiao Fang responded irritably, "Don't call me, I'm busy!" Yezhi looked confused; even robots seemed to have emotional issues these days. Was this another money-making scheme from the Good Institute? Everyone knew that medical treatment was expensive. 0
 
"Xiao Fang, what are you troubled about?" The financially struggling Yezhi thought it was better to play the role of a caring sister. 0
 
"Master, do you trust Xiao Fang?" Yezhi blinked. Did she really need to ask? Of course she trusted Xiao Fang. 0
 
"Of course!" 0
 
"Then... since Xiao Fang said there's no one nearby, why don't you believe it~?" Xiao Fang's eyes were like faucets that couldn't be turned off once opened; she felt deeply hurt. 0
 
"Do I not trust you? How could that be? We're one and the same; why are you overthinking it?" Yezhi was pleased with how increasingly human-like Xiao Fang had become. She was glad that Xiao Fang could have its own thoughts and emotions, even if they were negative; it was still vibrant. 0
 
Xiao Fang covered her eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed. It turned out she had been overthinking things. Hehe~! 0
 
"Crying and laughing, like a yellow dog peeing!" 0
 
"Master, what does that mean?" 0
 
 
"What does that mean? Just joking with you!" 0
 
Xiao Fang insisted, "Master!" 0
 
"Alright, enough of the jokes. We still need to make some arrangements; otherwise, it won't be easy to explain," Yezhi said as she opened a biodegradable paper bag and took out two palm-sized young peach saplings, sorting them into the burlap sacks she had brought. 0
 
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Early in the morning, Yezhi pulled Village Uncle and Cart Master towards the village entrance. Zhou Village Head looked happily at the ten sacks of Peach Seedlings. "Yezhi, how should I say this? You went to get the Peach Seedlings all by yourself. Doesn't that make our newly formed Transport Team just a decoration?" Yezhi appeared very teachable, "Village Uncle, everyone is so busy; I didn't want to impose!" 0
 
Zhou Village Head was displeased. "We're all family; there's no need to feel shy about it." 0
 
Cart Master frowned tightly. "Yezhi, that sounds strange to me. Transporting Peach Seedlings isn't just our Transport Team's responsibility. It's not right for you not to involve me!" 0
 
"My fault; I promise I won't do it again next time!" Yezhi nodded with her head down, not noticing the exchanged smiles between Zhou Village Head and Cart Driver. 0
 
Cart Master helped transport the peach saplings back to Zhou's house, and many villagers who had heard the news headed towards Yezhi's home. 0
 
"Yezhi, these Peach Seedlings...!" Aunt Ren Er hesitated. 0
 
"What's wrong?" Aunt Li, Mei Zi, Aunt Wu... carefully cradled the Peach Seedlings in their hands, growing more worried as they looked. 0
 
"Mom, these tiny saplings will take three years to bear fruit. It would be better to buy Peach Seedlings from my house; we can definitely see returns in two years," Zhou Xiaowu's new wife Winter Ear tugged at Aunt Wu's sleeve and spoke in a moderate tone. 0
 
"Really!" Zhou Family's daughter-in-law Ma Niu asked eagerly. 0
 
The murmurs around them and the uncertain gazes of the villagers made Yezhi feel like an ant on a hot pan. In her heart, she believed that these high-priced peach seeds were truly good things, but she didn't know how to convince everyone. "Everyone... listen to me!" What should she say? To believe in her? The word "believe" felt so pale; Yezhi fell silent as the flame of enthusiasm in her heart gradually extinguished. 0
 
"Actually... if everyone doesn't want them, just say so!" Yezhi preferred straightforwardness; she didn't blame anyone. Having dissent now was actually a perfectly normal phenomenon. It was easy to say that hundreds of people could unite as one. Her heart felt cold... because she began to believe that everyone could truly come together as one. Indeed, she had been naive and now felt disappointed! 0
 
"Daughter!" Aunt Zhou expressed her concern. Yesterday, Yezhi talked all day about the Peach Seedlings she bought—sweet as honey "Fragrant Honey Peach," with the pit being the essence of "Spirit Peach," and different flavors at different times of year for "Beauty." Not only did this old villager remember it clearly, but even little Fan at home could recite the characteristics of three types of Peach Trees. 0
 
 
"Mother, since Leaf Sister has said it's voluntary, let's not take it. I'll ask my brother to bring it over in a couple of days," Winter Ear said with a light laugh. Ma Niu hurried over to Winter Ear's side and ingratiated, "Can I buy some Peach Seedlings from your family? I heard that many people in your village started planting Peach Trees two years ago and even signed a purchase contract with the Acquisition Station." Winter Ear chuckled proudly, "Our village's peaches are both crisp and sweet, with the pits separating easily. The variety is good, and the yield is high; planting them is definitely a safe bet!" These words made those who were already hesitant even more indecisive. 0
 
At this moment, Red Sister smiled brightly and said, "Leaf, we'll follow your lead. Whatever you plant, we'll plant too!" 0
 
Aunt Ren Er clicked her tongue twice, "Leaf, with just these seedlings, how will we manage on our barren slopes?" 0
 
Flower Sister agreed, "Yeah, this isn't enough. Besides, my family often says that listening to Sister Ye is always a good idea!" 0
 
Yezhi chuckled lightly as Aunt Li and Mei Zi approached. "If your uncle finds out there's nothing for our family, he'll definitely come to block your doorstep." Aunt Li's words represented the village chief, and the villagers laughed along. Those who had ideas seemed to have made up their minds. In the end, Yezhi's Peach Seedlings were distributed thoroughly. Winter Ear held back Aunt Wu from stepping forward; Aunt Wu was furious, thinking how could this young woman make things difficult for her as an elder. "Is this your place to speak? Go back and feed the pigs!" 0
 
"Mother~!" 0
 
"When I say go back, you go back! No need for so much talk!" Aunt Wu asserted her authority, and no one stepped in to persuade her. Winter Ear shot a fierce glare at Yezhi and then stomped out of the door. 0
 
Ma Niu grinned at Yezhi, "Leaf Sister, I'm not saying anything bad about you; it's just that I'm pregnant now and soon there will be another mouth to feed at home. I want to earn money as soon as possible." Yezhi sighed; it was indeed trouble caused by being too poor. 0
 
"Everyone can rest assured; these three types of peaches will definitely bear fruit next year. If they don't!" Yezhi was about to make a guarantee backed by material support to boost everyone's confidence. 0
 
Aunt Ren Er teased, "What if they don't bear fruit? Are we going to eat you instead?" This was followed by a burst of laughter. Luo Fengjuan and Yu Jianhua laughed particularly heartily; they were growing fonder of Zhoujiatun and its people. 0
 
Yezhi felt warm inside. Aunt Ren Er didn’t let her make guarantees; everyone’s laughter was actually meant to tell her that they were willing to share risks and weather storms together. 0
 
 
 
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