Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 23: Fate of Three Pears

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(Poor Fu Zi is about to be swept away by the typhoon. For safety's sake, all his saved manuscripts have been set up, to avoid losing them if the power cuts off~ Recently nothing is working well. Although always a flop, flopping three times in a row really is disheartening.)

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In Bai Family Ancient Town, what happened to the three pears Xiao Xian casually gave away?

After the pedicab driver received the pears, he tossed them into a cloth pocket hanging on the bike's front, and after a busy day delivering goods to the market and tourists, it was not until past five in the evening that he remembered he still had a pear left. He chewed it like chewing peony, and soon the pear was gone.

The driver wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and remarked, "This pear is really sweet," then casually threw it next to a lush banana tree. We can predict that in about six months, a pear tree will grow there. Let's pause the story of the first pear here; the focus is on the second and third pears given to the foreign guests.

In 1996, there were very few foreign nationals who thought of traveling to China, especially to the yet-to-be-developed Southwest, as rare as the few hairs on a bald man's head.

The foreign tourist, who was helped by the elderly Zhu Shijun and Xiao Xian is not just any tourist; he is a true foodie and not just any foodie, but the deputy editor of the British Royal food magazine "Global Food," Locke.

Occasionally, Locke had a meal at a Chinese restaurant in London where the sour soup dish was modified, and that sparked his desire to seek gourmet food in the ancient East. He started preparing last year and managed to get a Chinese visa from the embassy smoothly this year. From entering Guizhou at the end of September to early October when he heard about a flavorful old sour soup restaurant in Bai Family Ancient Town, it took Locke over ten days to find this ancient town.

With a local guide, Locke quickly located the Miao Family Restaurant by the river, where fish are freshly caught and cooked. That night, Locke stayed in Bai Family Ancient Town, savoring the spicy and delicious sour soup while remembering the warm-hearted grandfather and granddaughter duo he met earlier that day.

"The quality of Chinese people has indeed improved in recent years; it wasn't like this in the earlier years," like most foreigners, foreigners have ingrained prejudices toward Chinese, especially in recent years as China's economy has rapidly grown, this tendency hasn't weakened but grown stronger. If it were not for Locke's experience today, he might have lived with such misunderstandings forever.

"That old man must be an intellectual, he seems very wise. And that little girl looked so innocent and lively, plus she gave me two pears!" Locke, accustomed to the mild English climate, had been eating Guizhou delicacies for several days and his throat was uncomfortable. He took out the two pears Xiao Xian gave him.

Just as he was picking a pear, Locke was stunned after biting into it. As someone who has traveled far and wide seeing pears as varied as beauties, from fragrant pears to water pears to avocados, he had tried every pear imaginable.

But he had never tasted a pear like this. Locke bit ferociously into it again, and inadvertently, rich pear juice sprayed all over his face. This bite reached the core of the pear, revealing seeds like black rice grains.

"Ah, I forgot to ask where the old man and the little girl live. Such good pears should be taken to the international agricultural product expo." Locke was utterly dazzled by this bite of pear flesh; compared to authentic tasting sour soup fish, this new variety of pear is much more precious.

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Zhu Shijun and Xiao Xian did not look like tourists. Locke, harboring the beautiful hope that he would find them the next day, spent his first night in Bai Family Ancient Town.

Until October 15th, on the streets of Bai Family Ancient Town, one could still often see a tall Caucasian asking around, with elaborate gestures, about the appearances of a grandparent and grandchild pair, with every passerby shaking their head in response.

Locke's visa had expired, and with no other options, he had to return to his home country. However, he was fortunate that another pear given by the little girl, even after ten days, was still very fresh. Locke even suspected that the Chinese pears, like those from abroad, underwent first-class preservative treatments; an apple could stay tender for six months and still be potent enough to play the role of Snow White's poisoned apple anywhere.

The Chinese pear thus drifted across the Indian Ocean, from the eastern side of the world all the way to the west, and was finally delivered to the Royal Research Institute. The results of the examination came out, and the institute secretly wrote an investigation report: China had made groundbreaking advancements in the field of genetic modification, and the pear Locke brought back was the best proof.

The pear seeds were preserved as an important crop for experimental cultivation; however, what shocked the British experts even more was that after providing an ample growing environment with appropriate temperature and humidity, the seeds immediately sprouted. However, according to Locke, who had tasted the pears, the ones grown in the UK differed significantly in taste from those he had at Bai Family Ancient Town.

Therefore, the institute issued another report: China had begun to alter its own soil and likely mastered the fruit genetic enhancement technology, and it was crucial not to fall behind the Chinese in this aspect.

On the same day of October 15th, Xiao Xian also did something very significant; with her relentless efforts, the village chief of Ge Village agreed to leave the deserted land at the entrance of the village for Xiao Xian to use as an experimental field. Coincidentally, this deserted land was very familiar to Xiao Xian, exactly where the hay pile she had traversed through was located.

Although it was said to be one acre, the actual usable land was much more than one acre; counting the cleared land after removing the wild grass, there was a total of three acres.

"Xiao Xian, how come you and the old man both took a liking to farming? There aren't many households farming in the village anymore," sighed Sister-in-law Lian whose son had taken his girlfriend back to the city. Xiao Xian's self-sufficiency had improved substantially recently, giving Sister-in-law Lian more leisure time.

She received three hundred yuan a month from Zhu Shijun, and felt it wasn't right to rest; hearing the old man asked her to help Xiao Xian with farming, she rolled up her sleeves, tucked her ragged apron, and went off to the field to cut wild grass and chop messy branches.

Sister-in-law Lian hadn't done farm work for some years, and was quite clumsy at the start. Noticing Xiao Xian's more adept movements, a competitive spirit was ignited in her.

As they competed secretly, the autumn sun was still fierce. Concerned that Xiao Xian might suffer a heatstroke, Sister-in-law Lian hurried her to drink some light saltwater placed by the field ridge.

Xiao Xian had also put away the fancy clothes she brought from town; they were good-looking but not dirt-resistant. Besides, every time she wore new clothes, the village children looked at her strangely. Feeling thirsty herself, she took the advice and tilted her neck to gulp down the water.

"Sister-in-law Lian, don't chop down those Wenzhou mandarin trees," Xiao Xian said after putting down the water bottle, observing Sister-in-law Lian cutting down a few frail mandarin trees. This plot of land used to be a small mandarin orchard before it fell into disuse. Unfortunately, because of the poor soil quality, the produced mandarins were too sour, leading to the abandonment of the orchard.