The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead - Chapter 278

Chapter 278: Chapter 276 Harvest 2

When Fu Yunhe woke up, the small wooden house was surrounded by silence.

He had slept so deeply that he hadn’t noticed the bustle outside at all.

When he sat up, the blanket slid off his body, and that was when he realized he was not wearing any clothes.

He moved his arm, expecting pain, but it was absent; instead, he felt relaxed.

In the past few times, although he had felt somewhat better, his body was still weak, and he would get tired from doing simple tasks.

But today, he felt better than usual.

After Fu Yunhe dressed, waves of hunger hit him, making it hard for him to bear.

He dressed and stepped out of the small wooden house, and everywhere he looked there were people.

Across in the fields, machines and busy, diligent people painted a scene of a great harvest.

Clutching his stomach, he headed to the kitchen, where Mr. Fan was not present today.

Fu Yunhe thought about making something to eat, but when he entered the kitchen, he saw his name on a pot lid.

Had someone saved him some food?

Fu Yunhe approached and lifted the lid, revealing a bowl of porridge and a plate of dumplings.

The aroma was overwhelming and seemed to be of meat filling.

Fu Yunhe felt the joy of being cared for, grabbed the dumplings, hastily took one with his hand, and threw it into his mouth.

“Mmm—-”

Indeed, they were meat-filled, delicious, and they comforted his hungry insides.

Fu Yunhe stood there, not even bothering with chopsticks, and ate half a plate of dumplings by hand until he finally felt a bit more comfortable. Then he took the bowl of porridge and took a big gulp.

The porridge was warm and not hot at all.

He sat at the table with the remaining dumplings and porridge, grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and slowly began to eat.

When he had finished, Mr. Fan had returned.

“You’re up. The Boss said you don’t need to go work.”

Not only had Mr. Fan come back, but he also brought a message.

Fu Yunhe nodded and said, “I’ll stay behind and give you a hand.”

“That’s great.”

The two of them began to prepare lunch. Gradually, people from the fields also started returning, each to tend to their meals.

Nian Shutong, out in the fields, worked tirelessly without any breaks.

System Xiao Ba recorded another video, this time of the harvest.

Nian Shutong took a glance, found no issues, and posted it to the Gaia Video channel.

After the video was released, neither Xiao Ba nor Nian Shutong paid much attention to its performance.

Whether it gained popularity was entirely up to luck.

Their previous videos were just so-so, probably because they were made too roughly and lacked any editing or music.

But the second banquet video, having benefited from the Little River Live platform, had hundreds of thousands of likes and over twenty thousand followers.

However, this Gaia Video channel operator updated too slowly, only releasing the third video today.

………

He Dao’s family specialized in rice farming, so they were naturally wealthy.

He consistently followed Little River Live, loved the food there, had even managed to snag a taste test of roasted suckling pig at a previous feast, and had since been devotedly watching Little River’s broadcasts every day.

He also grew curious about the source of ingredients in Little River Live’s broadcasts, especially the steamed rice at that banquet, the fragrance of which he had never encountered before.

So, whenever he had time, he would open that video of the feast, study the scenes, and try to guess the exact location.

But, of course, he never succeeded.

Today, when He Dao opened Gaia Video, he found to his surprise a new video had been uploaded.

Shaking his head, he commented, “You are the laziest video operator I’ve seen.”

When He Dao clicked on the video, he didn’t even put his phone down.

Why is this rice spike so plump?

Why is this rice spike so big?

Why can this rice paddy be planted so fully?

Does such a rice paddy really exist?

Can such a rice paddy really grow?

Numerous questions clamored in He Dao’s mind, finally forming one sentence: “This rice is unscientific.”

He Dao repeatedly watched, paused, and zoomed in on a video that lasted several seconds.

He even wanted to go inside himself and study it closely.

Numerous doubts filled He Dao’s brain as he frantically left comments and sent private messages below the video, hoping the video owner would reply to him.

After watching it countless times, He Dao got up to find his grandfather.

This crazy thing was not just for him to worry about alone.

No one could answer He Dao’s questions for the time being, as Nian Shutong simply had no time.

Right now, for her, nothing was as important as harvesting the crops.

At noon, Mr. Fan made noodles with sauce.

Everyone ate quickly, slurping down two bowls of noodles each; Nian Shutong then quickly dove back into the great undertaking of harvesting the crops.

The afternoon passed without any rest.

For dinner, they ate buns, which were convenient to eat, as per Nian Shutong’s instructions.

Buns, this kind of thing, Nian Shutong didn’t even get off the machinery; she finished eating them in the vehicle.

All those around her did the same.

Several floodlights illuminated the night as they continued to harvest.

In today’s live stream, Fu Yunhe felt especially lonely since even Mr. Fan had gone down to the fields to work; truly, he was left all alone.

Even Dou Dou and the others had gone down to the fields.

The kids picked up potatoes and fallen beans in the back, doing whatever little they could.

Even school was canceled for tomorrow so they could focus on harvesting.

Tonight, Fu Yunhe’s live stream was very brief; he quickly taught everyone how to make a simple pickled vegetable dish before he had to go offline.

[I always feel like today’s stream was very rushed.]

[It did seem a bit perfunctory.]

[I’m more curious, what does he need to do?]

Fu Yunhe didn’t conceal it and said, “Our planet is currently harvesting crops, the task is heavy, so…”

“Little River Live will pause for three days, and then we will have a good live session again.”

[What’s this?]

[So sudden!]

[What’s going on?]

It indeed was sudden, which Fu Yunhe had just thought of; he too wanted to go work in the fields, even if only a little, but he wanted to participate.

“Alright, everyone remember, Little River Live will pause for three days.”

“May you have a wonderful day, goodbye.”

The screen went black, and he went offline.

He Dao and his grandfather, who had been watching the live stream the whole time, had wanted to ask about the Little River rice, but who could have imagined today’s live stream would end so quickly.

However, they did gather one piece of information–the Little River’s planet was harvesting.

They guessed that the content in the Gaia Video was probably from the Little River’s planet.

Both grandfather and grandson thought of that fragrant white rice, making them even more eager.

He Dao looked at his grandfather and asked, “Grandpa, should we notify the Chi Family?”

Their He Family’s rice was all supplied to the Chi Family, as the seeds were controlled by the Chi Family; the He Family merely had the tradition of cultivating rice, so they were tasked with planting it.

“Let’s wait and see.”