C50 Adjusting Ability

The reward came out of the blue, but Zhao Yuegu remained unfazed.

Going forward, he could still offer medical help where appropriate.

Hmm.

But upon further reflection, he realized he still couldn't bring himself to do it.

The system was reliable, sure.

But if he were to misdiagnose a person, that would spell real trouble.

Conversely, there were no such concerns with the big yellow dog, Towser.

And treating the little Crested Horse posed no issue at all.

"Heh, looks like the medical guidance from the system has turned me into a veterinarian," he mused.

"But in a mountain village like this, livestock like cows and horses are treasured even more than people."

"Cows and horses are the backbone of labor here. Losing one would bring days of mourning to a family."

"The sickness of livestock is even more distressing than that of humans."

Zhao Yuegu felt he might just embrace the life of a veterinarian and never look back.

Yet, the system's reward also served as a wake-up call.

"It's high time to improve the village's medical facilities."

"And we need to establish a veterinary clinic."

With these thoughts, Zhao Yuegu felt a sense of ease.

Following yesterday's incident, Old Mr. Ma left in a huff.

Ma Yabei, however, chose to stay once more.

Old Mr. Hu, on the other hand, was content spending his days with Village Chief Yang, playing the occasional game of chess, contemplating the ecology surrounding the small village, and overseeing the school's acquisition of equipment for the experimental fields.

Life was blissful and carefree, far from the image of an active professor.

It was more akin to the leisure of retirement, which Zhao Yuegu found quite enviable.

Sun's father had become utterly absorbed in his house-building project, with no sign of turning back.

But the pace of his work...

It seemed that even if he worked until his dying day, he might never finish repairing Zhao Yuegu's Central Courtyard.

Seizing a moment when no one was looking, Zhao Yuegu retrieved the key to the backyard.

This space was meant for relaxation.

But it had fallen into disrepair and had become a storage area for odds and ends.

"This place hasn't been cleaned in ages; there's dust everywhere."

"The ginkgo biloba tree can stay right here."

After considering the spot, Zhao Yuegu proceeded with his plan.

The ancient ginkgo biloba tree, with a thousand years of history, was now planted in the backyard, exactly where Zhao Yuegu wanted it.

The season wasn't right for the iconic golden leaves I had in mind; instead, the tree was adorned with green leaves, heavy with fruit.

I, Zhao Yuegu, couldn't resist plucking one, only to immediately regret it after a taste.

"Too tart!"

"Far too tart!"

"Not ripe yet, but it's medicinal," I thought to myself.

Thankfully, the system kept the ginkgo biloba's growth in check, ensuring it didn't tower over the courtyard walls.

Even the locals wouldn't find its presence out of the ordinary.

"With this tree, the microclimate in the yard seems much improved."

"The air feels slightly more humid, the winds gentler."

"It's become a more comfortable place to live."

I may not know much about feng shui, but I'm keenly attuned to the climate.

The arrival of the ginkgo biloba tree transformed our home's environment, much to my delight.

This tree far outperforms any city's array of air conditioners, humidifiers, and air purifiers.

Plants have a natural knack for climate control.

And this ancient ginkgo biloba, with its robust regulatory powers, has made my entire courtyard a haven of comfort.

"Living in such an environment is nourishing; it feels like it could add years to one's life."

I couldn't be more pleased.

The ginkgo biloba tree was a serendipitous blessing.

In the days that followed, my routine fell into a simple rhythm: work with the sunrise, rest with the sunset.

Country life has its own steady cadence.

The crops weren't ready for harvest yet, each ripening in its own time.

I made a few trips to the county, contributing to the road funds.

"The impassable mountain for cars is finally getting a tunnel."

"Once it's through, I'll be able to drive to the village, paved road or not."

The thought kept me in high spirits.

That mountain, which had claimed the lives of many young villagers, was about to be conquered by the might of heavy machinery.

The power of machinery at work.

"I definitely need to get a tractor!"

"Too bad the village is crisscrossed with mountain paths unsuitable for large farm equipment."

"If only, I could fully embrace large-scale farming operations."

"If that's the case, it's like I'm just picking up cash off the ground!"

Zhao Yuegu harbored a tinge of regret in his heart.

Luckily, most small agricultural tractors were still up to the task.

All he needed was to purchase one with a bit more horsepower.

As for the fuel consumption, that wasn't something Zhao Yuegu worried about.

Ordinary farmers wouldn't dare operate machines that guzzle fuel.

Farming, after all, isn't known to be a lucrative endeavor.

But Zhao Yuegu was in a league of his own.

For him, farming was literally like picking up money!

The cost of fuel was a mere trifle to him.

"Just one more month, and the road will be completely open."

"The thought alone is exhilarating."

Days filled with anticipation were profoundly satisfying.

And having the company of two beauties, Sun Ying and Ma Yabei, made life even sweeter.

Zhao Yuegu was taken aback that Ma Yabei, a well-known journalist, wasn't at work.

"Don't you need to return to your job?"

"I've taken sick leave; I can return anytime I want."

Zhao Yuegu couldn't help but marvel at the perks of having connections; one could afford such whims.

Unlike himself, who had to toil in the fields daily.

Of course, the happiness derived from hard work was something they probably couldn't grasp.

In just this short time, Zhao Yuegu's assets had nearly hit the 200 million mark.

Naturally.

On paper, these assets were transferred by the second master of the overseas farms.

But Zhao Yuegu could see clearly through the system that it was actively trading on the international futures market!

And all the transactions were highly profitable.

The earnings from the system were also legally converted into rewards for Zhao Yuegu.

He could only exclaim in awe at the sheer brilliance of it all!

Unlike himself.

He was just a farmer.

In recent days, including mission rewards, he had made only a billion yuan.

He still needed to press on.

Aiming to become the nation's wealthiest man.

If those selling bottled water could become the richest in the country, why couldn't he, a farmer, do the same?

Eight hundred acres could net him a few billion yuan in rewards per harvest.

Earning a cool hundred billion a year with two harvests didn't seem too far-fetched.

"As long as I have enough land, I can farm until the system goes bankrupt!"

Zhao Yuegu had a strong sense of confidence about his endeavors.

He spent his days tending to the fields and delving into the study of agriculture with Old Mr. Hu, all while holding the man in high esteem.

He also took the time to impart knowledge to Zhao Xueman.

It's worth noting that Zhao Xueman's education was the least of his concerns.

Her roster of teachers was impressively strong.

Old Mr. Hu, a doctorate holder, worked alongside Zhao Yuegu daily.

Moreover, he occasionally shared his wisdom with Zhao Xueman, whose progress was remarkably swift.

But there was a catch...

Much like Ma Yabei, Zhao Xueman's intelligence was mostly directed towards culinary delights!

Unlike Ma Yabei, who was all about eating and not cooking, Zhao Xueman excelled at both.

Life might have been simple, but it was filled with joy.

Ten days later, Zhao Yuegu found himself on the cusp of even happier times.

The crops in the field were finally ripe.

At last, the long-awaited harvest day had arrived.