Chapter 155: Chapter 152: Pan: Someone Kneels Before Me—Am I Dead?

“I suggest cutting them down.”

Yan Jinzhi watched as Jiang Mingyue’s face grew increasingly unpleasant, glaring at him with angry eyes.

It was as if he had done something he shouldn’t have to her.

“Yan Jinzhi, you dare suggest I cut them down? What are your intentions? You… I fed all those fruits to the dogs, Xiao Yanzi, you’re truly heartless. They’ve only borne fruit once, and just because they can’t fruit for you this time, you madly want to cut them down? You’re, you’re too opportunistic! I won’t give you any more fruits in the future.”

Yan Jinzhi: “…Calm down, I’m just suggesting, the decision is still yours.”

“That’s not okay either. You’ve hurt my soul.”

Yan Jinzhi: “…Have you calculated the loss from not bearing fruit this time? If you replace them with plum trees and grapevines, they can earn you a lot of money next season. But if you keep them, and they still don’t bear fruit next season, how much will you lose?”

Jiang Mingyue just looked at him quietly with reddened eyes, making Yan Jinzhi feel like a heartless man.

“But I want to wait until the next season to decide; everything is your speculation. Xiao Yanzi, I didn’t expect you to be so opportunistic.”

Opportunistic Xiao Yanzi: “…” Well, he upset the moon, so he might as well be a quiet pretty boy.

Even though Jiang Mingyue was furious, she had listened to Yan Jinzhi’s words. After spending so much time together, he wasn’t like that unreliable Qiao Mingtang. What he said generally had a basis, but letting her cut down so many fruit trees just like that, she really couldn’t bear it. Fifteen kinds of fruits, and now only five bore fruit: grapes, apples, plums, strawberries, and yellow peaches. Cutting down ten kinds at once, totaling nearly eleven acres of fruit forest, lush and full of life, she really couldn’t bear to cut them. Moreover, having more varieties, she could also eat them herself. But if she cut them, she could only eat a few kinds of fruits for many years until the reforms and opening up for fruit freedom.

However, on the flip side, these fruit trees seemed to have a spirit, only choosing the five most profitable ones for her: grapes and plums for wine, strawberries and apples for jam, and yellow peaches for canned goods—all her current top earners.

If, if she processed the remaining bananas in the warehouse into dried fruits for sale, would the banana trees bear fruit again?

She wasn’t someone who wouldn’t stop until reaching the Yellow River, but she was very willing to make a small attempt.

So, she processed the remaining bananas in the warehouse into dried fruits. Without packaging bags, she used canning jars, fitting only two ounces in each jar, making over a hundred jars in total. She was elated inside, waiting for the sale, hoping the bananas would bear fruit upon her return.

So, in the middle of the night, Jiang Mingyue entered the city again.

Arriving at 66 Taohua Lane, Jiang Mingyue looked Yan Jinzhi up and down, finally saying decisively: “Don’t go anywhere, and don’t leave the house. There are some books in the room, you can pass the time until I return.”

Yan Jinzhi: “…” Now he felt like a kept man watching his wife go to work.

Jiang Mingyue took out the corn liquor and dried fruits, exerted her spiritual power, opened the door, and left, as usual, locking the door behind her.

Yan Jinzhi: “…”

Once confirming safety, Jiang Mingyue went straight to Pan Zhoucong’s yard.

“Awooo…”

Awoo saw her and immediately dashed over, rubbing against her.

Jiang Mingyue rubbed its furry head: “Alright, alright, just like Lightning. Wait, I’ll get a roast chicken for you to eat.”

Once Awoo was appeased, she was about to step into the main hall, but Uncle Mute noticed her first.

Uncle Mute beamed: “Mr. Jiang, you’re here, come in and sit. I’ll brew a good pot of tea for you to drink.”

Uncle Mute: Did you realize it? Little fairy, I can speak now, thanks to you!

Jiang Mingyue’s mind was completely preoccupied with her dried fruits, and it did take a half-second delay for her to react, but her face didn’t show much surprise, as though she had expected it.

Upon hearing voices, Pan Zhoucong and Du Shouqiang came out to witness this scene: Indeed, Mr. Jiang is someone special!

After some congratulations, Jiang Mingyue noticed a girl new to the house, who stood closely next to Du Shouqiang, her face bashfully pink.

Once she settled in, Du Shouqiang introduced the person.

“Mr. Jiang, this is my fiancée, Xiao Fen.” Turning back, he also introduced Mr. Jiang to his fiancée.

Jiang Mingyue, with grace, smiled and greeted, but during the greeting, she attacked Xiao Fen with spiritual power.

Henceforth, her words grew less polite.

“Brother Pan, I was just passing by to see you all; I’ll head back shortly. However, I have a few words for Da Qiang, that is, to this female comrade…”

Her intention to send someone away couldn’t be more apparent.

Pan Zhoucong immediately caught on, tilting his head: “Da Qiang, let Xiao Fen step out for a moment, we need to discuss something.”

Du Shouqiang felt a bit embarrassed at making Xiao Fen leave, but since these were both people he respected, he was willing to listen. Besides, he believed Xiao Fen, being the best person, could surely understand.

The decision to speak took a process, and during this time, generally, anyone would understand what to do. But Xiao Fen, rather than leaving on her own, stole a glance at Jiang Mingyue when no one was watching, a look filled with resentment and jealousy…

Jiang Mingyue didn’t expose her; she didn’t need to argue with such a person.

It was just out of concern for Da Qiang.

“Xiao Fen, you see…”

Finally, he spoke up.

Pan gave Da Qiang face and didn’t urge him.

But Xiao Fen suddenly began crying, pitifully looking at Jiang Mingyue: “Is it because this sister doesn’t like me? I’ll change anything about me that’s wrong. I just arrived and only know you guys; I’m afraid to go elsewhere.”

Wow! What a tea act! Mature mountain tea.

Before anyone could react, Uncle Mute stepped up first.

“Young lady, did Mr. Jiang scold you?”

…

“Did she hit you?”

…

“Did she give you attitude?”

…

“Since she didn’t, why are you crying? If I hadn’t seen it all, I’d have thought you’d been bullied by someone!”

…

Pan Zhoucong also realized it, not entirely his fault for the slow response, straight men interacting daily with a bunch of guys, hardly encountering such situations. But once Uncle Mute made it clear, what more could there be not to understand?

At this moment, he snorted disdainfully, all prior politeness instantly gone, replaced by a cold, stern face: “Li Xiaofen, is it? What did we say? Just needed you to step out for a bit, yet here you are making all sorts of wild connections. Your skill at sowing discord is impressive! I’m beginning to suspect your background; did you really grow up in the countryside?”

“I, I…” Li Xiaofen panicked; she could afford to offend the girl opposite, but not Pan Zhoucong.

“Thud! …I’m sorry, it’s my fault, Brother Pan, please don’t drive Qiangzi away; it’s all my fault. I’ll, I’ll leave…”

In a short amount of time, Pan Zhoucong felt a wave of nausea as if swallowing a fly. Once the door closed, he looked at Da Qiang: “Mr. Jiang isn’t an outsider; I’ll say it plainly. This wife of yours won’t do. Kneeling at the drop of a hat, twisting my words to loop in you, outwardly defending you, yet in truth threatening me, dragging you with her—her intentions are malicious. You’d best check up on things when you get home.”

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