Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1183 - 1157. Parting is imminent

Successfully grasping Li Fuqiang’s newly rich and giddy mindset, and managing to get twenty thousand out of him, everyone instantly held Zhao Fangyuan in high esteem.

Watching her busy with her assistant, calculating data and capturing photos and videos, Zhang Yanping couldn’t help but exclaim, "Impressive..."

Xin Jun nodded, suddenly saying, "I’ve found that since I started working here, all the girls I’ve met are really remarkable."

Zhang Yanping instantly recalled the wealthy Qianqian and burst into hearty laughter, "So why did you date your ex-girlfriend?"

With a cold laugh, Xin Jun replied, "You jealous single dog? Should I tell Aunt during New Year?"

Zhang Yanping instantly swallowed his words.

Meanwhile, Zhao Fangyuan fiddled around, and the drone buzzed into the sky. Zhang Yanping forgot his earlier setback and exclaimed in surprise, "WOW, upgraded from shotguns to cannons!"

"Of course!" Zhao Fangyuan became proud, "Previously, when I renovated homes, people were reluctant to spend money and didn’t dare let me have free reign, which was quite limiting, and there felt like no standout designs."

"But after completing Song Tan’s villa, several big businesses came knocking... all thanks to you!"

She cheerfully said, "Relax, I’ll give you discounts on the design fees!"

"Do you have time coming up? There’s some color schemes and material choices that you’ll have to pick yourselves. For the main materials, I’ll try to coordinate with Xu Gong during the New Year..."

Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun naturally had no issues, while Lun Chuan thought about it:

"I’ll visit again during the New Year, but other than that, I’ll not be around. If decisions need to be made on-site, let Song Tan handle it."

Zhao Fangyuan glanced at him again, scrutinized his outfit, and couldn’t help but ask:

"Are you seriously listening to Song Tan?"

The aesthetics between the two of you don’t seem aligned.

Lun Chuan was speechless.

However...

"No problem, if hers doesn’t work, you could even listen to Qiaoqiao."

...

"Really, I can?"

Regarding house-building, Qiaoqiao was probably the happiest of all!

At this moment, as the group gathered around a stove, discussing the returned data, Qiaoqiao listened to Lun Chuan’s instructions, feeling a great sense of responsibility!

"Yes!" Lun Chuan nodded earnestly, not deceiving him:

"Your tricycle design is great, let’s make the guesthouse a cute round castle, kids might find it childish, but for the adults, it should be perfect."

Zhao Fangyuan couldn’t help but laugh, "I was actually going to talk to you about not building a castle. The Di O’Ney Castle-style effect won’t come cheap, and in the countryside, it might seem out of place. But if you say a round and cute-style castle..."

She pondered, "I’ve never seen such a design online, it should be quite interesting."

Qiaoqiao understood half of it, and quickly said, "Don’t worry, brother, I’ll study hard and make the house beautiful!"

"Good!" Lun Chuan solemnly said, "It’s all yours!"

And just then, Qiaoqiao remembered something and ran upstairs, soon returning with a big fluffy, golden Datian:

"Handsome brother, Datian can gnaw letters now! Let him gnaw doorplates for you when the time comes!"

Huh?

The direction this took was unexpected for everyone.

Even Song Tan was puzzled, "How does it gnaw letters? Did you teach it to read?"

Qiaoqiao, displeased, said:

"Sister, your expectations are too high! Datian is just a little field mouse; it’s not wrong for it not to read...

"But it can gnaw according to the patterns on the cardboard!"

"The shoebox it lives in has a printed product logo and brand, which it gnawed to hollow perfection, evenly and precisely!"

Zhao Fangyuan widened her eyes, looked at the fearless little field mouse in Qiaoqiao’s palm, and couldn’t help but gently push its lips with her finger, inspecting its sturdy incisors...

After a moment of silence, she clapped her hands in praise:

"Wonderful, wonderful! Qiaoqiao, you’re naturally a great marketer! If we record a video and post it, our guesthouse would be famous!"

"I tell you, set a VIP spot for Datian, pet him, take photos, charge fees whatever..."

Tsk!

Who can resist this temptation once they’re here?

Doesn’t matter who likes mice, Datian now doesn’t look like a mouse at all!

So fluffy, so chubby, and that golden gleam of prosperity...

She solemnly said, "Remember to promote, our Datian brings wealth!"

Clearly absurd, but Datian’s fur color looked so much like gold, she couldn’t help but stroke it ahead of time.

Song Tan couldn’t help being speechless.

"What wealth, are you doing false advertising here?"

"What do you know?" Zhao Fangyuan justified vigorously, "I’m just catering to young people’s mindset..."

The group chattered enthusiastically, discussing till dark, and only then did Zhao Fangyuan drive her car back to the urban area at night.

And as she left, Lun Jing was left with lingering melancholy.

Ah, they also needed to prepare to return to the Imperial City tomorrow morning... truly reluctant!

Not just them, Lao Zhu and his team also stayed quite a while, and taking advantage of Lun Chuan’s departure, were urged by Secretary Xiaozu to pack up and head back together.

Only Song Sancheng thought and thought, and indeed found it hard to let go.

The elderly men wandered around the village every day, sharing old tales, actually quite interesting.

The young men darted around the hills and fields, not shirking work! At the entrance, they even wove a whole row of neat bamboo fences around the flower bed!

The fence was so orderly, as if machine-made, with precisely crossed angles, and the pointed ends inserted into the soil all cut at the same angle!

Which old farmer would give up such strong laborers?

But ultimately, people still have to leave.

He had no choice but to bring along Wu Lan, helping pack up and load the truck for everyone—

"These rice stalks were planned to be saved for you by Tantan, come, each of you take a bag!"

This isn’t just a few yuan’s worth from the street; it’s a large plastic bag filled tightly, occupying half the trunk.

When preparing, it seemed bulky yet consumable, not costing much.

But now handing them over, it’s filled with heartfelt sentiment.

"Take these dried sweet potatoes back for porridge, they’re delicious!"

"Leave some space in the trunk to put a barrel tomorrow; I’ll set some ground baskets early to get some fish and shrimp for you..."

"Have you taken the radish and cabbage? I’ve packed two hemp bags for you..."

They moved things vigorously here, for the elderly men, and some young men, sorted neatly.

Watching them, Lao Zhu and others were utterly delighted! Polite refusals dared not be uttered, fearing Song Sancheng would believe them.

And for Song Tan here?

She looked at her brand-new boyfriend, gesturing towards the several large bags by the wall:

"The fermentation fertilizer you wanted, and my specially-made nutrient fluid—still considering not packing up and bringing the flowers along?"

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