383: Chapter 407: Why Not Go Rob a Bank?
383: Chapter 407: Why Not Go Rob a Bank?
Xu He’s expression changed; nestled in the entertainnt industry for so long, she might not have been like the other stars, but she certainly knew that money and power were the most significant forces.
Besides money, there was power.
Seeing the changes in Xu He’s pretty face, Fang Yi said, “But don’t worry too much.
Now that I’m here, I won’t let you be wronged.”
A warmth spread mysteriously in Xu He’s heart.
At the ti she learned about the news, Xu He was undoubtedly in despair, which is why she retreated to her family ho to clear her mind.
At that ti, Xu He felt dizzy, as if her world was spinning, without anything to hold on to.
She naturally couldn’t discuss the matter with her parents, nor with her grandfather, and certainly not with the villagers.
Xu He had no choice but to swallow the bitterness on her own.
But now, Fang Yi was here, telling her not to worry, like a lifesaver to soone who was about to drown.
Looking at Fang Yi, who was serious, Xu He avoided his gaze slightly and said, “Then let ask you sothing.”
Fang Yi nodded.
“Hmm.”
Xu He, sowhat hesitant, lowered her head coyly, her cheeks blushing, and said, “You care about so much, do you…
like ?”
Fang Yi was stunned, then said, “That question is too profound.
I’ll give you an answer another day.”
…
The next day, Fang Yi woke up early; he had slept on a bamboo bed the night before but hadn’t been bothered by mosquitoes, thanks to the mosquito coil that had been lit.
Leaving his room for the yard, Fang Yi saw people up earlier than him.
Xu He’s father was preparing pig feed, Xu He’s mother was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, and in the yard, Xu He’s grandfather was reclining in a wicker chair, listening to music, with a radio beside him that added vitality to the morning with its sounds.
Elsewhere, Xu He had moved a long bench to sit on, with a taller stool in front holding a mirror.
She sat on the small bench, combing her hair with a wooden comb.
Her black hair flowed like a waterfall.
Xu He tilted her head to let all her hair fall down, then combed it with the wooden comb.
Once she had finished combing it, Xu He twisted her hair into a bun, securing it with a hairpin into a beautiful hairdo.
Xu He stood up, turned around, and saw Fang Yi.
Bare-faced, her beauty clear as consommé, she smiled slightly and said, “You’re awake.”
Fang Yi nodded.
“Then hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face, and then have breakfast,” Xu He said with a smile.
“Hmm, okay.”
For so reason, Fang Yi felt an illusion: the Xu He who was with him now wasn’t the pop diva under the spotlight, but an ordinary, yet beautiful woman.
After breakfast, Fang Yi suggested taking a walk around, and Xu He naturally followed, playing guide for him.
From Xu He, Fang Yi learned that this place was called Qingyun Village, and one could tell whether it was rich or poor by the muddy road leading out.
The village lay in a basin, surrounded by mountains.
Fang Yi wanted to hike the mountain, so he told Xu He to go back.
However, Xu He was stubborn and insisted on accompanying Fang Yi up the mountain, fearing he’d get lost.
The mountain path wasn’t too difficult, and Fang Yi slowed his pace.
Halfway up the slope, they stopped to rest together.
Fang Yi lit a cigarette and said, “I heard from Wu Han that you donate money to the village every year?”
Xu He replied, “This place is where I was born and raised.
It’s fine for to donate money every year, but it’s done privately; the dia doesn’t know about it.”
So that was the case; no wonder Kong Mingkai’s father could use this as material.
After resting enough, they continued to climb.
Reaching the peak, they saw farmland planted with corn and other typical crops.
“Alright, let’s go down,” Fang Yi said after a glance, ready to descend.
Xu He found Fang Yi’s behavior a bit odd; had he really co up the mountain just to look at the corn?
Descending the mountain proved to be easier.
Suddenly, Fang Yi stopped and said, “Xu He, wait here for a mont.”
Xu He was taken aback, but before she could say anything, Fang Yi had already darted into the woods.
He didn’t go far before stopping; he had spotted a Gray Grass.
It was just a simple Gray Grass, yet not withered, its na in dical texts was Grey Bone Grass.
This herb could be used in dicine.
Its vitality wasn’t very strong, and it wasn’t easy to cultivate, but once it took root, it would grow rapidly, reaching maturity in just half a month.
However, Fang Yi had a thod for cultivation.
He pulled out the Grey Bone Grass and returned to where Xu He was waiting.
“What did you do?” Xu He couldn’t help but ask.
Fang Yi brought out the Grey Bone Grass.
“This is…”
“This is called Grey Bone Grass; it can be used as dicine and has the effect of stimulating blood circulation and relieving discomfort,” Fang Yi explained.
“But what’s the use?” Xu He asked again.
Fang Yi said with a smile, “Didn’t the news say that you are ungrateful?
And despite donating money to your hotown every year, you can’t fill the stomachs of these villagers.
Rather than that, it’s better to have them beco self-reliant.
If they plant Grey Bone Grass on a large scale, even selling one at the market will bring in at least thirty to forty yuan.
Do the math—if they plant it extensively, wouldn’t they earn more than by growing crops?”
Xu He was taken by surprise, then asked, “Was this the purpose of your trip to the mountain?”
Fang Yi nodded with a smile.
In fact, this was just an unexpected gain.
Fang Yi had genuinely wanted to co up the mountain to look around and see if there was a way to get rich.
That way, he could shut those dia mouths, and Xu He’s ‘scandal’ would naturally be resolved.
Back at ho, Fang Yi discussed the matter with Xu He’s father, but her father furrowed his brows.
“This will be difficult to manage.
Although I am the village chief, I can’t persuade all the villagers to do this,” Xu He’s father said.
“Don’t worry, uncle, just summon all the villagers for .
I have my way,” Fang Yi said with a smile.
Xu He’s father didn’t know Fang Yi well, but with Xu He speaking up too, he agreed.
Thus, a group of villagers was quickly gathered in the yard.
Xu He’s grandfather was still lying in his wicker chair, smoking.
There were only a few dozen people, their voices creating a din.
Xu He’s father asked everyone to calm down, and Fang Yi stepped forward.
“Hello, folks,” Fang Yi greeted, waving his hand.
The several dozen villagers all looked at him blankly, without a sound.
Damn it, give so applause!
Fang Yi was embarrassed, but his skin was thick, and he carried on, “I’ve called everyone here today to pass on an excellent thod of poverty alleviation and wealth creation.
Listen carefully.”
The villagers suddenly stared at him as if they had seen a ghost.
Suddenly, soone spoke up, “Young man, where the hell did you spring from, teaching us how to get rich?
Why not hand out so money instead?
That will make us rich faster.”
Fang Yi was embarrassed.
Damn it, why don’t you ask to lead you in robbing a bank?
Fang Yi held back his frustration and casually looked up to see Xu He sticking her head out from the second floor, looking down.
It seed she had heard the villager’s words too.
A gentle and beautiful smile appeared on her pretty face as she watched Fang Yi sowhat amused.
I must not lose face!
Fang Yi refused to believe that with his own intelligence, he couldn’t outsmart these villagers.
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