The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 398 - Poor Teacher John

Shen Dan and her group had departed.

Su Ming took a brief rest on the lounge chair before getting back to his tasks.

He surveyed the land, noting that the pumpkins would likely be ripe by tomorrow.

Tonight, he anticipated harvesting rabbits.

He hoped not to collect any more stinky tofu; its odor was overwhelming.

As Su Ming tidied up the field, his phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, he chuckled—it was Su Qiu calling.

He answered with a smile.

“Brother!”

Su Qiu's voice rang out cheerfully.

Her life had improved significantly thanks to Su Ming's assistance.

She now resided in a studio apartment, free from others' harassment and roommate conflicts.

The support and care from the school administration had positively impacted her mindset, restoring her youthful vivacity and charm.

“What's up?” Su Ming asked, setting the bucket aside and wiping his hands on his clothes before sitting down amidst the crops.

He removed his sun hat, shading his eyes as he spoke.

“Brother, I have some time off in a few days. Can I come over to visit?”

Su Qiu inquired with a hint of caution.

”Absolutely,” Su Ming replied with a warm smile.

“Brother, then please open the door now.”

Su Ming was taken aback.

Su Qiu was right outside his house when she made the call.

True to the Su family's signature style, their approach to things was remarkably similar.

Su Ming approached the door and swung it open.

As expected, Su Qiu stood there waiting.

“Brother!”

She had received his address from him previously, with an open invitation to visit if she ever needed anything.

This was Su Qiu's first visit to his home.

Her eyes widened in awe at the sight of the wheat field and the villa nestled in the center of Su Ming's yard.

“Brother! You're incredible, farming right in the heart of the city!”

She strolled along the path, taking in the surroundings with curiosity.

“Are these sheep?” Su Qiu asked as she reached the herding area, tilting her head to examine the animals.

The sheep were robust, their wool gleaming white.

The upgraded pasture was a vibrant green, a stark contrast to what it once was.

“And these—are they loaches? Brother, can I catch a couple and fry them up?”

Su Ming found himself at a loss for words.

It was as if he had been transported back to their childhood—Su Qiu hadn't changed a bit.

She was a bundle of energy, always curious and frequently getting into mischief.

Due to Su Qiu, the persimmons on Aunt Liu's tree at the village entrance seldom ripened.

As a child, she was quite the little troublemaker.

But during her high school and college years, her family's poverty and the surrounding controversy led her to become more reserved.

Thankfully, with Su Ming's support, she regained her spirited nature.

“What a cute rabbit! Brother, why do you keep these rabbits? Are they for eating? Brother, that's so cruel. Can we have spicy fried rabbit heads for dinner tonight?”

Su Ming thought Su Qiu's thoughts shifted rapidly.

He was at his wit's end.

He grabbed Su Qiu's wrist and said, “It's sweltering outside. Come inside and cool off with the air conditioning.”

“The rabbits and loaches are still too young. We'll talk about it once they're grown!”

“Just make sure to let me know when that happens.”

“Get inside!”

They entered the villa.

Su Qiu sat on the couch, taking in her surroundings.

Her attention was suddenly drawn to a pile of lanterns in the corner.

“Brother, what are these?”

She inquired with curiosity.

Su Ming replied, “These are wishing lanterns, just a little prop I found online. You write your wish on a piece of paper, toss it into the lantern, and it's supposed to come true.”

He said it with a playful tone.

He couldn't divulge the real story.

His exaggerated manner was a way to mask the truth.

“Really?”

As expected, Su Qiu was skeptical.

She picked up a lantern with interest.

To Su Ming, the candle inside the lantern was an eternal flame that would never extinguish.

Most importantly, no matter how the candle was positioned, it would never ignite the surrounding lanterns.

It was completely safe, free from any risk.

But to Su Qiu, it appeared to be just a regular lantern with a snuffed-out candle.

After some thought, Su Qiu grabbed a pen and paper from the table and wrote down a sentence.

“I hope Mr. John sprains his ankle and cancels class tomorrow.”

She then lit the candle with a lighter and tossed the note inside.

With a burst of light, the slip of paper was reduced to ashes.

“Your wish has been made. There is a 99% chance of it coming true!”

Su Ming was in the kitchen preparing fruit for Su Qiu when a sudden alert echoed in his mind, leaving him momentarily frozen.

“Yuvyuv, what wish did she make?” Su Ming urgently inquired within his thoughts.

”Master, your sister wishes for her teacher to sprain an ankle and cancel tomorrow's class,” Yuvyuv informed him.

Su Ming was at a loss for words. A 99% success rate might as well be 100%.

At that very moment, poor Teacher John was lying in bed, taking a nap. Feeling parched, he sat up to reach for his water glass. He had been sleeping on the edge of the bed, and now he tumbled to the floor.

Initially groggy, Teacher John was jolted awake by a sharp pain in his ankle. Seconds later, a scream tore through the silence of the staff dormitory.

The nearby teachers, startled from their rest, rushed to his aid. Seeing Teacher John's swollen ankle, they immediately grasped the situation.

Two teachers with some medical knowledge quickly fetched red flower oil and ice from the refrigerator in the next room.