Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1256 - 622: Exam Preparation for the Yellow Cattle Festival

"Boss Yan, the exams are here!"

"Mhm, yeah!"

"Boss Yan, another exam huh? How are you preparing?"

"Not sure, just going to try, just try!"

"Boss Yan, do you have time for exams now?"

"A knife unmaintained will rust, a person not eating meat will lose weight, only studying without testing will surely fall behind. Let me also experience the exam atmosphere..."

"..."

In the campus of No.2 High School, groups of students emerged with their hard book folders and brought stools to take the exams. Among these students, Yan Fei was particularly noticeable; nearly every teacher who passed by would greet him politely.

Other students, regardless of their academic performance, were always nervous about exams. After all, these were not just mid-term or final exams of the first or second years but were mock tests of the college entrance exam now that they were in their third year.

Only Boss Yan was relaxed, still in the mood to crack playful jokes. Other students, watching his carefree attitude, felt a mix of envy and jealousy, leaving the greeting teachers somewhat bemused.

The teachers had no choice; they had never encountered a student like this before!

You might say it’s easier if a student’s parents were influential, but this student was a big boss himself. Not greeting him would be unthinkable!

And to talk about any other boss is one thing, but this boss was special; he was currently the local Wealth God—this was no exaggeration. Take Guan Village, for instance. They had initially planted several dozens of acres of alfalfa; now, during the slack farming season, harvesting that alfalfa brought more money than raising chickens for eggs.

Boss Yan delegated the work and didn’t interfere, and the villagers of Guan Village conscientiously kept enough seeds last year. Now, inside and outside the village, in front of houses and in vacant lots, nothing but alfalfa was planted. Along the edges of farmland and ditches, even barren lands on sloping riverbanks that used to foster weeds were now fully utilized—this was all money, and the locals were happy to care for it during the slack farming seasons!

And let’s not forget, once they started planting it, initially for money, they soon realized that doing so made the entire village look especially attractive, almost like a scenic spot on TV.

How could it not look attractive? When the Medicago sativa that was meant for seeding bloomed, everyone in the village was stunned—who knew that grass fed to cows could blossom so beautifully!

Pretty and profitable, now the villagers looked at the alfalfa grass with genuine delight.

Besides, in the township, most villages typically had some dung pits or muddy ponds, but now, these places had changed drastically—not disappeared, but transformed into neatly squared plots. At first glance, they looked just the same, but upon digging, mysteries would be revealed. freēnovelkiss.com

The squirming earthworms might seem disgusting to some, but if these could be turned into colorful money, for the locals who were terrified by poverty and had no way to earn money, who would still be disgusted?

Moreover, the remainder of the worm manure and waste did not interfere with its use as a base fertilizer in the fields, saving them a sum of money on stinky fertilizers.

Some even took the opportunity to convert empty rooms in their homes to try growing Agaricus bisporus. Although the quantity wasn’t huge, growing these mushrooms allowed them to utilize their time outside of the agriculture peak seasons and use waste materials, similar to how they used worm composting, attracting many to try.

Previously, during slack farming periods, rural areas would often see a surge in petty crimes because people would be idle and more likely to stir up trouble. Household disputes, husbands fighting wives, were common; in reality, people weren’t inclined to be idle, but because they had nothing else to do to earn money.

Now, with a way to make money and something to look forward to, who would want to idle away their time—even if there were indeed a few lazy households, that was very rare, and no one could do anything about those determined to be lazy, as the saying goes, "It will rain if it’s meant to, and people will do what they must"; you just had to let them be.

All in all, everything was progressing in a positive direction. Now in town, people were even selling Agaricus bisporus—those of lesser quality that couldn’t fetch higher prices were sold locally. Families tried cooking them themselves and if they had excess, they sold those as well.

More enterprising individuals even took these substandard Agaricus bisporus to the county or other towns, or even to the city market, capitalizing on their novelty. While they might not fetch prices as high as meat, they could still sell at the price of eggs, and there always were people curious to try.

Moreover, those white and plump mushrooms were visually appealing, especially captivating to children who sang the "Little Girl Picking Mushrooms", holding tremendous appeal. When children persistently asked for them, most families with similar financial conditions would generally make a purchase...

All this prosperity was brought by Wealth God Boss Yan.

There’s a saying now circulating in the township: whatever village God of Wealth Yan wants to have meat, that village will surely have meat.

Many schoolteachers were locals, and who wouldn’t show some extra warmth towards Boss Yan, fearing that if he was in a bad mood, it might affect their home villages—Boss Yan’s temper was notorious, extremely good when good, but frighteningly bad when bad.

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