Her Cultivation Diary

Isn’t it because they’re angry!

They just have good self-control, not showing it!

As soon as these words were spoken, the villagers fell silent.

But the silence lasted only for a moment, and then they started clamoring even louder:

"What’s your worry? Your family’s ten-some-acre garden is about to sell several thousand kilos, isn’t it? What’s there to be anxious about? You’re definitely making money!"

"What about us? We haven’t even recovered our costs yet!"

Goodness, Liang Er got even angrier:

"When we signed the contract at first, didn’t you all say it was expensive? Back then, independent farmers like you weren’t even invited!"

Chatter and laughter filled the air, mocking those who have money and those who don’t.

In conversations around the village before, they often said—

[I told you they’ve gone crazy wanting money, planting grapes like this! Now look, everything’s rotting in the ground, losing money for sure]

[Exactly! They even put on a show inviting experts, holding agricultural consultations? We’ve been growing grapes for so many years, haven’t they been doing great without all that? Look at the big fruit from my family this year!]

[They too! Planting so much, making it hard for us independent sellers at the market today. But fortunately, it’s just a few hundred kilos, and they were sold out by the roadside, making some money at least]

What secrets can there be in the village? People don’t hold back in their conversations, speaking loudly.

Every time he passed by and heard it, he felt aggrieved.

They say it’s following the trend to grow grapes, but who started planting first? He and Tao Zhuangzhuang’s family joined in the first year!

These people? Seeing the high price of grapes last year, they jumped on the bandwagon this year.

They followed in droves without scientific management and didn’t bother with quality control. They even engaged in malicious price competition at roadside stalls.

When the grapes first came on the market, wasn’t it only 3 yuan per kilo because of their competitive shouting?

Thinking of this, his words were filled with anger:

"You haven’t recovered your costs? Didn’t you rush to buy those saplings at the end of last year, and apart from spraying some pesticides, what else did you do?"

"How much capital? Those grapes aren’t even up to standard; they didn’t even want yours in the inspections, so how could you mix them with ours for sale?"

"Speaking of biological agents, when I was spraying with Da Liang, did you laugh at us?"

"Such a small bottle costing dozens, don’t you know how much it costs to cover several acres of garden? That’s our investment!"

The words weren’t spoken like this—someone muttered outside:

"Who has money like you guys?"

"You’ve been growing grapes early, finding a clear path with more wealth than us, with your big family business!"

"We’re just small households, barely saving a few thousand a year, how could we afford to invest like that? Don’t we still have to use your pathway to sell outside?"

The words were soft, but their meaning made people feel even worse.

Whose big family business? Whose small household?

Isn’t everyone’s money earned through hard work?

If they really didn’t like them earning so much money, why did they laugh behind their backs when experts were invited for guidance, rejecting even the tiniest bit of non-compliance?

They also said it was crazy to want to sell grapes for dozens of yuan per kilo.

And said their own crops, which they didn’t care for, grew big, round, and sweet.

Thinking again of the influencers, finishing their broadcast before the garden was all sold, he felt even more sullen.

But he wasn’t good at retorting, so he just sat back in his chair:

"If you have something to say, do it by yourselves. I’m busy with packing and can’t bother!"

Hearing Old Tao planning to reduce production next year, he thought to do the same—

This year sold successfully, and next year, there might still be people seeing only the good, not the bad, following the trend again.

By then, with a chaotic market, even the best quality won’t be recognized.

Influencers are amazing, but with their abilities, what don’t they sell well?

Might not even come again next year!

He was thinking all of this, with a hint of anger, his face turning gloomy.

Oh, fine!

The villagers looked at him: "Selling so many grapes yourself, who knows how much you earned, and now ignoring the other villagers?"

They weren’t interested either!

There’s only one village canteen, so they could find someone in charge!

The grapes were what the previous leader promoted, so why ignore it now that they’re growing them?

People came and went, and with the bustling gone, only the sound of packaging remained in the orchard.

Liang Er sighed, looking at the garden again—few workers here and there.

And looked at the packaging boxes piled by express delivery, feeling worried, he turned to call Da Liang: