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Unlimited estates for rural beauty

Feng Xuxu, a 21st-century professor of agriculture and biology, was in secret the mastermind behind a five-star hotel. Running back and forth between the university and the hotel, it's no wonder she worked herself sick. One moment she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she found herself in the body of a poor village girl who had just lost her mother and then her father. Fortunately, time-travel came with a perk, the almighty space ability. After toying with some seeds, she grew thousands of acres of high-yield grains and spent her leisure time cultivating flowers. Before she knew it, she had created a landscape of thousands of acres of flowers. Munching on fruit, she ended up with thousands of acres of orchards. When she craved some greens in the wintertime, she turned around to discover greenhouses covering thousands of acres. Feng Xuxu counted on her fingers: Spring Garden, Summer Garden, Autumn Garden, Winter Garden—not one more, not one less, four in total. She nodded in satisfaction and said, “This is all one needs in life.” Meanwhile, a certain devilishly charming man approached her with a sly smile, “Little Xuxu, how do you plan to deal with me?” Feng Xuxu was in disarray amidst the wind, realizing she had forgotten about one demon yet to be tamed. In this story, both male and female leads are strong, with the male lead being physically and mentally pure and devoted.

Yilan · História
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451 Chs

Chapter 30: The Feng Family's silver must not be squandered by them

"Yeah, village chief, I've watched Feng Xuxu grow up, and I know exactly what she's capable of. She's hardly ever worked the fields—could count the times on one hand. It's Feng Xi who often toils the soil. But we've been farming for most of our lives and haven't managed to breed any high-yield seeds. So how could that youngster have more experience than us?" Feng Santian said disdainfully, curling his lip.

"Village chief, this is no child's play. Our family won't be trying it. A whole family's grain supply isn't a small matter," Feng Eryu had no faith in this new rice variety. He knew all too well what Feng Xi was like—a lad who couldn't knock a fart out of himself with a stick.

Some villagers, seeing that Feng Xi's second uncle and third uncle didn't believe their nephew and niece could come up with anything, were even more skeptical themselves. They unanimously refused to plant the new rice variety.