Chapter 2138: Chapter 1827: Rain Approaches

Why is it said that technology is the primary productive force?

In the end, a whole truckload of forage was sent to the Riverside Beach warehouse for that small machinery, and brothers Chen Xi and Chen Chi had to toil over it for a whole day.

But at Dafeng Feed Factory, it took just one hour to get everything ready, including crushing and packing.

The driver couldn’t stand the mosquitoes and found peace only after sitting near the mosquito coil in the warehouse, watching Song Tan move like a strongman, easily lifting the round, heavy compressed bags onto the cart and rolling them forward—

He opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.

He had agreed not to be responsible for the handling.

At his age, lifting and moving things could risk injuring his old back!

But, but...

Oh dear!

The driver stood up: "Let me give you a hand."

Song Tan shook her head: "No need, no need, there aren’t many bags left. You take a rest, and have dinner at our factory tonight before heading back."

"Alright!" The driver was quite happy to agree!

But at this moment, it would really be impolite to continue sitting.

He had just started to step forward when a hot, slight breeze blew in, making him suddenly sniff:

"What’s that smell..." It was quite fragrant.

Looking at Song Tan, even the feed factory employees who were busy helping stopped in their tracks: "My Fourth Uncle must have eaten first..."

Tears and drool welled up in him simultaneously, feeling both greedy and anxious—if it had spread from the backyard to the front yard, someone must have eaten for sure!

Hmph! Young people naturally have their pride:

If Fourth Uncle was unwilling to share, then he wouldn’t ask. He had his salary and wasn’t unable to buy it.

At this moment, he asked: "Boss Song, do you sell beef retail? Is there any cheaper meat?"

Though he was proud, at 200 per pound, his Fourth Uncle only paid him a monthly salary of 4000, which he really couldn’t afford, sob sob...

After a pause, he asked again: "How much is beef bone per pound?"

If he bought beef bones, surely they would be cheaper than the meat.

Buying a few pounds to stew well would yield a gelatinous broth, and he could have beef bone noodle soup for several meals.

The young man had his calculations.

But what could Song Tan say?

"I’m sorry," she said truthfully, "our beef is sold whole, and we don’t sell parts."

Even if we did, with Secretary Xiaozu’s grandfathers, Professor Song and Professor Tang, and the top provincial officials, plus our own dozens of family members, it’s not necessarily enough to go around.

The young man understood that with such high quality beef, it couldn’t be casually available like at his Fourth Uncle’s place.

But logic aside, greed is greed.

The young man glanced at the forage on the ground—

Without corn stalks, he couldn’t just pick up the grass like his Fourth Uncle and chew it, right?

But...

"Will the beef grow to this quality if fed this kind of forage?"

If it could, he might persuade Fourth Uncle to raise one or two, and as family, he should be able to buy a few spare parts, right?

Song Tan didn’t know he was planning to save the nation by indirect means. But the answer was unequivocal:

"Probably not."

To have good beef, scientific feeding, quality forage, and living environment are indispensable.

Just feed alone won’t produce this quality.

Jinhe’s flowing Spiritual Energy reaches the River Bay of Yunqiao Village, and the river water carries a faint aura, enveloping the moist air with the winds from all over the world, staying and wandering on the Riverside Beach.

Then extending to the surrounding valleys.

From forage to the edges with shoots of reeds, even the wild chrysanthemums on the barren land on the other side of Shitou Slope where goats can leap...

With each breath and photosynthesis of the plants, the connecting lotus leaves in the pond, as Big White leads the ducks to swim and quack...

Spiritual Energy is interwoven and exchanged.

This is a unique small ecology of Riverside Beach, where even pigs are much better raised here than last year’s simple raising in the back hills.

For this reason, Yan Ran and the others’ paper carefully analyzed the good breeding environment of Riverside Beach, with various samples and instruments.

Each theoretical data demonstrated what good material this place had.

Thus, such high-quality beef could be derived, supplementing Song Tan’s various bugs with the most reasonable operational logic.

The shortcoming? It can’t be replicated.

The young man felt dejected in his heart, and at this moment, as he smelled the faint beef aroma in the wind, a sense of melancholy rose in him.

The driver, who knew nothing, sniffed alongside him and praised as well:

"Your factory chef’s cooking skills are really good, the beef smells fantastic. Do you take private reservations?"

Seeing the young man, who had missed out on this culinary delight, secretly aspired in hatred: His uncle and aunt’s culinary skills were just average! Definitely couldn’t handle a grand banquet.

If he’s ever fortunate enough to eat this two-hundred-a-pound beef, he’d specifically hire the chef to cook!

Not a bit wasted!

...

After a busy day, Song Tan returned home, and it was already ten in the evening.

In the living room, Lun Chuan was seriously jotting down notes on his laptop, with the TV softly playing a documentary—clearly preparing for more notes.

Song Tan came back with bits of grass all over, and under the warm lighting, he looked up: "Back? I made some hand-pulled noodles tonight. I asked Seventh Uncle to save some sauce, let me mix up a portion for you."

Song Tan nodded: "Sure, I’ll go upstairs for a shower first—later I’ll eat upstairs."

Being away from home, she couldn’t be too special, so after working hard all evening, her body was covered in grass bits and sticky sweat.

And when Song Tan held up that big bowl of noodles mixed with garlic sauce, chili oil, cucumber shreds, green bean sprouts, and fragrant sesame, Lun Chuan asked:

"Will this rain last long?"

Song Tan glanced at him, then nodded: "Yes, quite a while, but it’s manageable."

Lun Chuan didn’t ask further, just added: "Both the upstairs and downstairs washing machines have a drying function, remember to use it if clothes can’t dry."

"Also, don’t forget to add fabric softener, otherwise no matter how clean they are washed, there’ll be a smell."

In life, whatever Lun Chuan said, the entire Lao Song’s family would listen. Wu Lan, who had never used fabric softener, now uses the boxes that Lun Chuan bought.

After using it for a while, she even picks a fragrance when washing clothes now!

Song Tan was no exception and nodded repeatedly.

Then she thought of something else: "The sunflowers on the mountain are flourishing, didn’t they say they were coming to shoot some scenes? If they don’t come soon, the rain will make it impossible to tread the field."

Lun Chuan remained calm: "An actor had a scandal, so they are busy reshooting previous scenes, cutting this part. We’ll review the budget later to consider using a green screen."

What?

Song Tan was speechless.

After a while, she asked: "Wasn’t the entire project supposed to be really detailed?" The director previously said all the right words to be able to shoot in the sunflower jungle as tall as a forest!

Now they’re just using green screen?

Lun Chuan laughed: "No matter how meticulous, they can’t do background checks on every actor. It’s usually a two-water problem."

Sleeping wrong

Tax wrong.

With the green screen—"If we rush the schedule, bringing all equipment over will be too costly and time-consuming."

Song Tan slowly chewed the crispy cucumber shreds and bean sprouts, curiously: "I remember you invested too. If this drama doesn’t become popular, will you lose money? But losing money isn’t a concern, I’m quite wealthy now."

Lun Chuan’s expression softened.

The light enveloped him, even his hair had a sheen like black sandalwood. He pretended to be touched:

"Alright, the burden of supporting the family falls on you then."

Actually, his investment in the entertainment circle couldn’t even make a splash, it was merely opening another avenue.

What he could truly grasp was his main profession.

He even had the leisure to advise Song Tan: "After acquiring the land in town, develop the first building. Sell it once it’s built, then gather funds for the second, third..."

"The villa area you want to preserve can be built last."

This way, the economic pressure isn’t as great, there’s no rush for deadlines, and quality checks can be more thorough.

Though surprised by the quick topic shift, 600 acres of land, the current family savings were indeed insufficient.

Thus, she gladly adopted: "Should we hire a designer for the community?"

"Definitely." Lun Chuan advised: "Designer, Feng Shui master, both necessary." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Garden design and interior design, both needed too."

Song Tan nodded: "I know, I know, asking Secretary Xiaozu to help find cost-effective connections, right? And for the house layout, Seventh Uncle insisted on a large kitchen, not cramped with a hundred-square meter house only providing a few square meters, two people can’t even turn around..."

Her house-building plans spread, every employee she met felt bold enough to offer some opinions, seemingly prepared to buy.

Song Tan didn’t know where their confidence came from.

But if employees had to say something, they could give a very precise answer—

"Ah! Just not much money!"

With some savings, there’s no need to buy a house in this eighteenth-tier small city of Yun City, far from the village with no advantage.

Without savings, even though Yun City is an eighteenth-tier small city, housing prices aren’t low!

Calculating repeatedly, if wanting a long-term workstay with convenient transportation or a stable abode, buying a house in town had value.

The air conditioning operated silently, the room was cool.

And as they discussed the general plans, outside the tightly closed windows, faint rumbling thunder could be heard.

The window gave a thud as a little bat clumsily bumped into it, soon calling soft squeaks while flying away.

Song Tan knew that such small creatures in Yunqiao Village were becoming more numerous!

She put down the empty bowl, thought of tomorrow’s schedule, and couldn’t help but happily say:

"Tomorrow, fetch Boss Chang’s last fishload, after that, can’t do much in the rain—let’s play that game you mentioned last time!"

Her voice was filled with an unnoticed cheerfulness.

And Lun Chuan quietly looked down at her, recalling her recovery and return to the village after the car accident, the series of plans and life paths, couldn’t resist patting her hair:

"Hmm."

Rarely resting, it was time to properly relax.