Switched Marriage: The Coddled Little Wife-Chapter 395: Planting Fruit Trees

Sun Lanlan hugged her arm emotionally, "Xiaxia, why are you so good to me?"

"I only have you as a good sister, who else should I be good to if not you?"

Lin Chuxia gave her many more dishes, "Eat up, don’t starve the baby in your belly."

As Sun Lanlan ate, she glanced at her flat stomach and asked softly, "Are you and Mr. Qin not planning to have children yet? I was thinking if both our children are boys, they can be brothers, if both are girls, they can be sisters, and if one’s a boy and one’s a girl, we could even arrange a future match."

"Arranged marriages are an old feudal custom, we shouldn’t practice that anymore."

However, Lin Chuxia was also somewhat looking forward to it; it seemed that she and Qin Yang should consider having a child too.

After dinner, Lin Chuxia called Sun Bingwen and Sun Bingshan aside again. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

She could tell they were a bit uncomfortable at the gathering today.

Some things might be better said to them in private.

"Big brother, second brother, did you both eat well just now?"

During the meal, she saw others toasting to the two of them, and they did not decline, drinking quite earnestly.

"Yep, we ate well, everyone was good."

Lin Chuxia smiled, "Big brother, second brother, we are all colleagues here, you don’t have to be so formal. Also, as I mentioned earlier, the scale of the chicken farm will expand next year. You two will be in charge of personnel by then. When the chicken farm was just built, we had nothing, and I was also running workshop production. Now that Xiyang Food Factory is on the right track, and the chicken farm is a supply industry for Xiyang Food Factory, we need to formalize step by step. Big brother and second brother, as the leaders of the chicken farm, it’s time you had a title too, that would make things easier for you no matter what."

Lin Chuxia said this, and Sun Bingwen and Sun Bingshan exchanged glances.

They were clear about Lin Chuxia’s intentions; in a room full of factory directors and store managers, directors, and managers, only they had no title.

But Sun Bingwen still scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "What do we need a title for? Does raising chickens need a title?"

"Of course, you and second brother are the ones in charge of the chicken farm. As more people get hired, having a title makes it easier to manage them."

"Then we’ll do as you say," Sun Bingwen smiled naively.

Lin Chuxia then called Sun Bingnan over, and as he came over, so did Sun Lanlan. When Sun Lanlan came, Su Wensong also came.

Looking at the whole family in front of her, Lin Chuxia couldn’t help laughing, but there were still matters at hand that needed to be discussed.

"Here’s the thing, starting next year, the two chicken farms will be managed separately. Big brother and second brother, you’ll both be farm managers. Also, I plan to plant fruit trees on the hilltops of the chicken farm. Third brother, you’ll be in charge of this. After the new year, hand over what you’re doing to someone capable and get ready for this. Do you have any issue with that?"

"No problem!"

Sun Bingnan agreed without hesitation.

Sun Lanlan asked curiously, "What kind of fruit trees are you planning to plant?"

"Yellow peaches."

Lin Chuxia had been reading about planting recently, including fruit tree cultivation.

Yellow peach trees are very suitable for their region; if managed well, they can bear fruit in 2 to 3 years.

The others exchanged glances without prior agreement.

Sun Bingwen and Sun Bingshan had always lived in the village, and Daqing Mountain Village had several mountains; fruit tree planting had been done since the production team’s time.

There were pear, peach, apricot, and plum trees, but no yellow peach trees.

"Sis... I mean, Mr. Lin, are you sure about yellow peaches? We don’t have any around here."

Sun Bingshan also spoke up, "That’s right, Mr. Lin, folks around here only know about hairy peaches. To say something uncultured, I’ve grown up here and I don’t even know what a yellow peach looks like."

If we end up cultivating them with great effort and no one buys them, unsold, wouldn’t that just be a complete waste.

Lin Chuxia was aware that there were no yellow peaches in their local area, but her intention to grow yellow peaches wasn’t to sell them as fruit.

"No worries, I have my own reasons for planting yellow peaches. The biggest difficulty isn’t whether people recognize them or not, but rather the issue of obtaining quality saplings and mastering the cultivation techniques."

She looked towards Sun Bingnan with a slight smile, "Third Brother, I’ve prepared quite a few books for you."

Sun Bingnan didn’t mind at all, "Don’t worry, sis. Just chart the path for Third Brother. Even if it’s through fire and knives, I’ll forge ahead."

Sun Bingnan had worked with Lin Chuxia for a long time and knew her well.

Whenever she set out to do something, she never just talked big—she made it happen.

In the afternoon, with nothing much to do, Lin Chuxia encouraged everyone to disperse early.

After a year of busyness, they all looked forward to going home, resting well, and having a relaxed New Year.

After the others left, Sun Bingnan approached her, "Mr. Lin, about those books you mentioned, can I have them now?"

He chuckled, "After all, it’s idle time during the New Year, I might as well start reading the books first."

Lin Chuxia wanted him to have a steady New Year and had planned to talk about this matter after the holiday. But since he was keen, she was happy to comply.

"Sure, get in the car. Come home with me to get them," the books were still at the Qin Family’s place.

Sun Bingnan turned to push his bicycle, "You go ahead by car; I’ll follow shortly."

Lin Chuxia arrived home first and found all the books related to yellow peach tree cultivation, handing them directly to Sun Bingnan when he arrived.

"I have a friend in the Northwest, and Qin Yang also has some connections there. There are quite a few yellow peach plantations in that region. You’ll go there to learn for a while when the time comes. And as for the saplings, we’ve already made contact with the suppliers."

Jia Yuanliang called before New Year to discuss the bun shop and to wish her a happy New Year incidentally. Lin Chuxia took the opportunity to mention yellow peach cultivation.

During her visit to the Northwest to see Qin Yang, she had seen quite a few yellow peach plantations.

When Jia Yuanliang heard that Lin Chuxia wanted to plant yellow peaches, he generously offered to take care of it.

He said it was enough to just talk to his older brother, Jia Yuanliang.

With limited time before the holiday, she wasn’t entirely sure how much pull Jia Yuanliang could have, but it didn’t matter. When the time came, she would send Sun Bingnan over. If the Jia brothers couldn’t handle it, Qin Yang indeed still had some connections.

Hearing that Lin Chuxia had everything planned out, Sun Bingnan knew their Mr. Lin was reliable.

"Alright, I’ll go after the fifth day of the New Year."

It was better to act sooner rather than later. The earlier the preparations, the better the chance to get the trees planted by spring.

Before Sun Bingnan left with the books, something suddenly occurred to him.

"I heard the vegetable station is not doing well, and they haven’t paid wages for several months this winter, even resorting to layoffs. A few days ago, I saw Wang Cheng repairing bikes by the roadside. I don’t know if he was laid off or just trying to earn a bit extra to support his family. I was driving by and only caught a glimpse."

Sun Bingnan felt somewhat sentimental about this.

Thinking back to the days when these enterprises were so prosperous, with the planned economy controlling all supplies and sales, farmers had to look up to them for everything.

And look at the state they’re in now.

Thinking about the fates of those laid-off workers, Lin Chuxia felt that being able to find some livelihood was already quite good.

"Okay, I’ve got it."