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The next morning, Yang Fan hadn't even finished his breakfast before Yang San Mao and a bunch of his fellow villagers arrived at his house and asked him when he would start working.

Yang Fan was very happy to see his fellow villagers so enthusiastic. His original intention was to help them get out of poverty. As long as he, Yang Fan, did a good job, he would make everyone's wishes come true in the future. But if he wanted to be a parasite and lie on his body to suck blood, then I'm sorry, no matter who it is, Yang Fan wouldn't give him face.

There were only two to three hundred people in total at Yang Tree Gully, and dozens of young people had all gone out to work. Those who stayed at Yang Tree Gully were either old or small, or were in bad health, and a few young people were like Yang Sanmao, who couldn't leave their families without special circumstances.

Yang Sanmao suddenly brought over fifty to sixty people, and those who were able to work in the village heard that Yang Fan had paid them 100 yuan a day. Most of them had come, and some of them were still waiting on the sidelines.

Almost all of the village helpers brought their own farm tools, hoes, shovels, and sickles. Walking on the road, it was quite a spectacular sight, and there were even villagers sighing about how long it had been since they had seen such a large-scale scene. The last time a large-scale operation like this happened was ten years ago, when they were fighting with people from the Chen family's mountain range.

When they passed by Flowerflower Brook and arrived at Pear Ridge, almost all of them were dumbfounded by what they saw.

In the morning sunlight, it reflected a sparkling and translucent cold light. Almost everyone was wondering in their hearts, when did Yang Fan plant these thorny vines? Why did they appear in the blink of an eye, without even seeing them a few days ago?

Yang Fan didn't explain. The more he lied, the harder it was for them to come to a conclusion. It was better to let everyone guess, the human brain had no limit, the masses had no limit, maybe with everyone's intelligence, they could come up with a much better reason than the lies they made up.

Yang Fan purposely left a path for everyone to walk into. Yang San Mao divided everyone into ten groups: the ones that cut grass, the ones that cut shrubbery, and the ones that cut shrubbery. Yang Fan also sent two groups of people to transform the flow of spring water on the mountaintop according to his own ideas.

Don't look at how many of them are old, but when it comes to farming, they are all experts. Almost any one of them is better than the university student Yang Fan.

Yang Fan could not just stand and not work. The people who came to help were all from the village, and he did not look good with his hands on his hips, so he decided to help a group of people cut down the trees on the Pear Ridge. Yang Fan did not want to move those wild fruit trees, but those useless trees, Yang Fan would not stay.

According to the methods of the seniors, it was not easy to clear the wasteland. Once the fire was burned, the barren mountain would immediately become fertile land. Not only did it save a lot of effort in cutting down grass and trees, but it could also be used as fertilizer.

But Yang Fan didn't want to do that. He still wanted to keep the wild fruit trees in the Pear Ridge, and burning a few square kilometers of the top of a mountain was no joke. A single mishap could cause a massive mountain fire, and once a mountain fire broke out, no matter how much money Yang Fan had, he would still be imprisoned.

Besides, with the space in the jade pendant, how much money would he not be able to earn? Instead of risking his life to burn the mountain, he might as well give his fellow villagers a chance to earn a living.

He definitely couldn't be lazy if he wanted to take a hundred dollars a day to make himself comfortable. Yang Fan originally wanted to take care of the food, but with so many people, his mother, Zhong Runjuan, had invited two chefs to help him prepare the food. Seeing that everyone didn't want to go back to eat, she directly asked them to pick up the dishes.

The stewed vegetables from the pot of earth and the steamed buns that had just been steamed out shone brightly. Everyone was sweating profusely as they praised Zhong Run Juan's cooking skills. The steamed buns were the best in the Yangshu Valley!

Yang Fan thought to himself, How can it not be tasty? I ate a pig leg for a meal, then specially made a trip back to the village. I put two spoonfuls of watermelon sauce into the stew. If this still doesn't taste good, I'll wrench my head out and kick it like a ball.

After this period of time, the watermelon sauce in the jade pendant space could already be eaten. Yang Fan was worried that there was no sunlight in the space, so the watermelon sauce couldn't even be dried. Who knew that the watermelon sauce would not only have a ruddy color, but also a rich fragrance.

After lunch, they did not even have a chance to rest before they began to work enthusiastically again. The stew with the Spatial Watermelon Jam had not been eaten in vain, and their physical strength was fully recovered after a single meal this morning. Even the older people were amazed by how strong they were today, how amazing it felt to have so much strength and vigor, and how amazing it felt to be like they were still young boys!

It was late at night in the summer, and by the time Yang Fan returned home, it was already almost eight o'clock. The moment he entered the door, he received a nagging from Zhong Run, saying that he was too black-hearted and had let his fellow villagers work until now before stopping.

He started to let the villagers go home before six o'clock, but no one listened to him. Everyone was worried that he would not do well today, so if Yang Fan became unhappy and didn't let him come again tomorrow, he might as well go on a rampage. If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't see at night, who knew how long he would have to go on for.

Yang Fan really couldn't do anything about these old peasants, and decided to keep his words to himself the next day. Not only would they have to rest for two hours at noon, but they would also have to stop at six in the afternoon. Whoever didn't agree would not be allowed to go, and they couldn't continue to work like they were today.

The next morning, just as Yang Fan was about to eat his meal, he heard a large group of footsteps approaching from afar. Yang Fan slapped his forehead, good heavens, he arrived earlier than yesterday, and even he, his employer, could not take it anymore. How could a bunch of old farmers who were so much older than him stand it?

"Come, come, come. Everyone, don't be in such a hurry to get to work. Let's first settle the payment for yesterday's work. It's not too late to deal with today's matters after that." Saying this, Yang Fan went back to his room and took out a stack of 100 yuan red, colorful bills. He was preparing to make a contract with his fellow villagers when giving out money!