I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse

Chapter 823 - 913: This Soil Must Be Worth Hundreds of Points per Ton, Right?

Jing Shu gulped down what was in her mouth, using the Hulk as a fan, waving it back and forth to disperse the smell, took a breath, alright, the taste was much milder, and then went to open the door.

Who could it be? Boss Jing, who had been busy all night, was planning to grab a bite and catch some sleep, but unexpectedly, someone arrived.

Jing Shu opened the door, only to see a familiar large MAN RV in front of her, behind it were familiar dozens of Hulk bodyguards, carrying bulging supplies.

The Jing family stood at the door, staring in amazement at the high, thick city-like walls that resembled prison gates, and the colorful castle-like mansion that seemed right out of a fairy tale’s Mandorla Forest.

Mr. Jing, wearing his big quilted jacket, was sweating from the heat, smoking a pipe, and patting Fatty Liu beside him: "You say this is where our Miss Jing said the house would be? For real? If there were such a big house, wouldn’t it be for naught that I argued with that director over territory division earlier?"

Mr. Jing also suspiciously nodded: "Yes, yes, didn’t Miss Jing say it was a simple mobile villa? Why does it look like a castle, so grandiose?"

Fatty Liu was on the verge of tears; it was indeed just an empty plot before, but overnight it became like this. He had no idea! Just then,

everyone saw Jing Shu coming out with her bedhead.

Fatty Liu wiped his sweat, jogged over, and smilingly piled on the flattery:

"President Jing, I was discussing matters with your secretary from the Cigarette Factory, and coincidentally, your family was having a dispute with others, seemingly running into big trouble..."

"Hmm??" Jing Shu frowned. Her family running into big trouble?? Is there still a quarrel that her family can’t win?

Fatty Liu coughed and continued: "Your family nearly beat someone to death; if they did, wouldn’t that be big trouble?"

Oh... oh, it makes sense indeed.

Fatty Liu continued: "Just happened that Secretary Wang mentioned they were President Jing’s family, and since I knew the way to your home, I took the liberty of bringing them... while Secretary Wang handled the aftermath."

Jing Shu patted Fatty Liu: "Well done, thank you for your hard work."

"Then that’s it, won’t delay your family reunion. Many citizens will soon arrive in batches from the port; we have a lot of preparation work, so we’ll get going first."

Grandma Jing took out a handful of lumpy candies from her pocket and handed it over: "Young man, thank you, much appreciated."

"No trouble, no trouble." Fatty Liu accepted the treats and left joyfully.

Thank heaven, worked all night, and it wasn’t in vain! Didn’t expose anything! Otherwise, it would be like having yellow mud in one’s trousers, impossible to explain.

Jing Shu gave Grandma Jing a thumbs-up: "Grandma, the gifts you give out are getting classier; it used to be soybeans. But, speaking of which, weren’t you supposed to arrive tomorrow? Why come a day early?"

Mr. Jing chuckled and said: "To give you a surprise, of course. We came along with the Township Government resource distribution fleet earlier, actually just wanted to see where we’d be assigned."

Thanks, really gave me a fright.

Grandma Jing rubbed her granddaughter’s bed hair, hugged Jing Shu and said: "Oh my dear granddaughter, let Grandma have a look, you must’ve suffered terribly coming to the South Sea all by yourself, not had enough to eat or keep warm, missing Grandma terribly!"

"Burp~" Jing Shu burped, and the atmosphere got a bit awkward.

Mrs. Jing from afar was mumbling: "Why do I smell durian? Must be my illusion, illusion!"

Jing Shu coughed and asked: "By the way, why did you end up in a fight almost beating someone to death?"

Mrs. Jing then said: "That young man exaggerated a bit, your dad only pushed that Director Wang a little, but the fat one acted theatrically, flew and hit his head on a rock, causing it to bleed, I tell you that was a scam."

The family nodded in agreement.

Oh my, dad, do you realize how strong you are now?

"That Director Wang, wasn’t he the one we crossed in Wu City, who said he would not allocate us a house once we got to the South Sea?" Jing Shu asked.

Mr. Jing nodded: "That’s him! Originally, based on our family size and work, we were supposed to get two houses in the old town area. We thought maybe if the villa here got crowded, your aunt working overtime or your elder aunt visiting could stay there, after all, we weren’t asking for nothing.

Who knew he wouldn’t allocate us anything, which we didn’t mind, but the key was that he allocated our livestock farm and your mother’s Ministry of Agriculture to the area closest to the port where there’s a terrible number of rotten corpse insects..."

Mrs. Jing waved her hand: "Alright, telling Jing Shu about such a small matter, haven’t we thought of a solution? Just wait and see, we’ll make sure that fat guy cannot end well, if we don’t get him off his position this time, I wouldn’t have done my job as a minister for nothing!"

"Right, let’s not ruin everyone’s mood, Third Aunt and Youai have already gone to coordinate tomorrow’s arrival of the main forces, let’s settle in first."

Jing Shu nodded in relief, Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing have grown quite capable over these years, no worries, you do what you need upfront, I’ve got your back here.

And Grandma Jing and Mr. Jing were already impatient, looking at the castle-like new house, the confusion of being away for over three months, that unease of being far from home, seemed like it was coming back?

"Granddaughter, is this our new home?"

"It’s a bit too grand! It’s just like a castle."

"Alright, I’ll open the door, as I said, to give you a surprise, let’s go, have a look at our new home!"

Jing Shu led her family, happily entering the new villa.

Looking at the lush green vegetable garden in the front yard, Grandma Jing and Mr. Jing each petted the lush crops, continuously saying: "These things are quite good, but we’ll have to redo them all, need to pave a path too, and they aren’t professional."

"However, this soil is good, in these times, this kind of soil isn’t cheap, is it?"

Grandma Jing nodded and pinched a bit: "Used to be dozens of yuan per ton, now it must be hundreds of points per ton, right?"

Whether it’s expensive or not, don’t know, but anyway, a villa only cost a few million in soil money.

"Something like that." Jing Shu smiled and nodded, just a bit off, countless billions.

Mr. Jing was about to speak when Jing Shu interjected: "Grandpa, stop, I grabbed this soil on double eleven, it’s not that price anymore, don’t make your friends ask me to buy it for them."

Otherwise, if Mr. Jing boasted about it and wanted to buy for friends, Jing Shu would really faint from crying.

Mr. Jing clicked his tongue, a bit regretful.

Then, it was the moment that left the Jing Family dumbfounded!