Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 2017 - 1765: Hehe, Hehe_2

"Oh, I see." Tao Zhuangzhuang somewhat understood, thinking that maybe it was these wide-ranging, wealthy city folks, curious about rural life, who were bringing in this traffic out of their passionate fantasies about the countryside.

He thought he might try to do the same someday. After all, he’s reducing production next year, so he might as well study it well.

If nothing else, accumulating a hundred thousand or eighty thousand followers and selling a thousand or eight hundred orders would already be a success.

Tao Zhuangzhuang, who knew nothing about the competition in the online blue ocean, was filled with fantasies. He glanced at his phone again and then at Qiaoqiao—

He was holding his phone up, showing everyone the vineyard.

"Kids, this is Brother Zhuangzhuang’s vineyard. It’s a hundred acres!"

"Brother Zhuangzhuang is so meticulous. He cleans up the sunburnt leaves and spoiled fruits every single day."

"And these trees are planted exactly the same way, even better than the ones at our home."

There were plenty of orders today, and everyone subconsciously snatched them up like crazy. When they found that there were still some left after the rush, they couldn’t help but relax.

Following Qiaoqiao’s perspective, they saw the endless expanse of the vineyard before them, resembling a model built with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

[Who fixes even the growth direction of the grapevines to such a standard on the trellis?]

[OCD delight! Brother Zhuangzhuang must have retired from the army.]

[Ah, I just thought it was too expensive and didn’t order. But seeing such a neat vineyard, I must try the taste no matter what.]

[How do they manage this? You see, even the position of each grapevine’s basal branch seems almost identical.]

[I love it too much. It’s so pleasing to look at.]

[With even the grapevines managed so well, the boss must be extremely meticulous.]

[Indeed! These grapes probably are as perfect as Qiaoqiao described.]

[Buy, buy, buy!]

[Heh, if I can’t grab a peach for four hundred ninety-nine, can I not afford grapes for a hundred fifty?]

[This price is very expensive for me, but... well, I just have to find out why it’s so expensive, especially since even Qiao Family can’t grab any.]

The bullet comments were lively and dazzling.

Tao Zhuangzhuang glanced at his own screen-glitched phone, his smile spreading wide again.

Then he sighed, "People on the internet speak so nicely."

A person like him always felt a bit out of place in the village.

Especially when everyone started planting grapes, experts had to teach them hand-in-hand, adjusting little by little, before everyone settled on a scientific management model.

But the villagers loved to follow the crowd. Whenever they weeded or sprayed pesticides, they all had to do it together.

He was different. After learning diligently, he had his own plan book.

With nothing to do, he’d stroll through the vineyard, plucking leaves, twisting vines, and tidying up rotten grapes.

In short, anyone from the village who came to see his vineyard would click their tongue in wonder, then go back and murmur:

"Old Tao is so rigid. You say, let the grapevines grow how they want. Isn’t it fine if we prune according to the rules?"

"Not him. He insists on twisting them to that direction to feel comfortable. Isn’t that nothing but idle fuss?"

"Exactly, buyers won’t pay ten more bucks seeing a vineyard like this, will they?"

Tao Zhuangzhuang had heard plenty of such jumbled words, and some even joked about it publicly with him.

Tao Zhuangzhuang seemed unconcerned outwardly, saying he was just keeping busy, but deep down, he cared immensely—

Can’t he just enjoy having everything neat and tidy?

Now looking at the young Boss Song before him—

Hey, maybe that’s what made his vineyard ten bucks more expensive than others!

And these online commentators, look, they initially didn’t plan to buy, but now they’ve ordered.

His neat vineyard, all that effort didn’t go to waste!

This realization filled him with delightful bubbles of joy.

Just then, as Tao Zhuangzhuang was refreshing his order count, his hand paused, and he tapped a few more times in a hurry:

"Why did the page turn gray?"

He looked nervously at Song Tan, who glanced over and said, "It’s been taken down, those gray words below say ’taken down,’ pay attention."

"Oh, taken down."

Tao Zhuangzhuang snapped back to his senses, suddenly overjoyed, "Boss Song, what was that you said about the number of orders just now? Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine orders, right? Oh my! Oh my!"

He was so delighted he didn’t know what to do, but then saw Song Tan pulling out his phone:

"Hmm, your best grape yield this year, I estimate, is about eighty thousand pounds. So for this A-level fruit, I’ll only list twenty-five thousand orders for you."