Chapter 160: Sky Screen Live Streaming System (35)

"Aunt Jilin, I wouldn't dare say Jilin's writing ability crushes his peers, but it is one in ten thousand. You must cultivate him well; don't let this talent of his go to waste!"

Xie Yang had already finished reading the weekend practice pieces her nephew had shown her, discovering that he truly possessed a great talent for writing. The vocabulary could not be called flowery, but the precisely appropriate embellishments were what made it stunning.

Especially at the end of each essay, regarding his own insights and reflections, some of his phrasing was nearly catching up to her, an adult. Thus, she deeply agreed with the language teacher's words: "Okay, Teacher Miao! I will certainly cultivate him well!"

Of course, she would first seek her nephew's opinion.

Consequently, after hanging up the phone, she asked her nephew with soft features: "Linbao, you heard Teacher Miao's words too. As long as you like it, Auntie will certainly support you. So, would you like to sign up for a writing interest class?"

Unexpectedly, the little one shook his head: "Auntie, I don't want to spend more time on writing. I want to become a scientist more."

The reason he wrote an essay every week to practice was more for the sake of recording—recording what he saw and heard after coming to this world.

He hoped that one day, upon returning to Daliang, he would have the chance to tell his father, mother, and Emperor Uncle about them. If he could bring them back, that would be even better.

He hadn't expected that unintentional actions would lead to success; persistent recording had improved his writing level, making his already superior thoughts and prose even more mature. It not only attracted the teacher to select him as the speaker under the national flag but also crushed a crowd of his peers.

Xie Yang: "..."

Fine then, the child has his own ideas; this is a good thing.

She rubbed his head: "Alright, then shall we keep doing it as before?"

"Okay!"

Thus, every weekend thereafter, as long as the weather was good, Xie Yang still took her nephew and niece out to plant vegetables and play.

Once they had played through everything local in Beijing, they would go on two-day trips to surrounding towns.

The school homework that wasn't finished on Friday was packed in his schoolbag to go on the trip with him.

Her nephew also still insisted on the habit of writing essays every week.

With much practice, plus the nephew's own efforts—he often used a dictionary to read literary works consisting entirely of text, unlike other students in the class who were still stuck at the stage of picture-filled comic books or children's books with pinyin.

In this way, his writing naturally improved.

So much so that the language teacher thought he had signed up for a writing training class—the progress was so rapid that she praised Xie Jilin in class more than once and encouraged other children to learn from him. Only the aunt and nephew knew the truth.

On weekends when the weather was bad, the three of them would stay home to watch movies and pet the cat.

That's right, Xie Yang couldn't withstand her little niece's pleading eyes and adopted a ragdoll cat.

In the shops on the perimeter of the residential complex, a pet store had opened last month, mainly for grooming and healthcare for cats and dogs, and incidentally selling some pet-specific food, toys, and supplies.

This ragdoll cat, just a month old, was said to have been abandoned by its owner in a cardboard box at the pet store's entrance.

The location of the abandonment happened to be a blind spot for the surveillance camera, so it didn't capture the owner who abandoned it. The pet store manager had no choice but to keep it in the store temporarily.

Every time her little niece passed by the pet store, she would press against the floor-to-ceiling window to look at this ragdoll cat, mimic the cat's meowing a few times, and look back three times for every step she took when leaving.

Seeing that she liked it so much, Xie Yang took the ragdoll cat home and became a "poop-scooper."

With a cute little member added to the family, the nephew's practice content became richer, and the niece had an extra playmate.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the semester. As the end of the year approached, her eldest aunt and uncles called one after another, inviting her to bring the two children back for the New Year.

Eldest Aunt: "In previous years, I didn't call you back for the New Year because I was afraid you wouldn't be used to the old house in the village. These past two years, your cousin has been earning well and bought a house in the city. It's been renovated and ventilated for nearly half a year; you'll have a place to stay when you come!"

Eldest Uncle: "The rooms at home have all been fitted with heating pipes; the house is warmer than spring, so you won't be afraid of freezing... The farm's greenhouse is open to the public this New Year; I'll take you to pick strawberries to eat..."

Youngest Uncle: "In the second half of the year, we moved into the small western-style houses built uniformly in the village. It's very convenient to take a bath in winter, and there are plenty of rooms. It's not convenient for you to take the two little ones out to play alone for the New Year. Come to your uncle's house, let your aunt help you take care of the kids for a few days, and you can relax properly..."

Xie Yang couldn't resist the elders' enthusiasm, so she decided that once her nephew finished his final exams, she would take the two children and the cat back to the Wen family for the New Year.

However, before setting off, there was one very important thing that had to be completed.

That was—"The Two Babies' Little Immortal Field" had entered the harvest period!

The potatoes that the children had planted with their own hands for the first time—from being clumsy and unable to do anything at the start, to skillfully loosening the soil, watering, top-dressing, and weeding out pests—were ripe!

The harvest period happened to be around the final exams. She had originally planned to wait until her nephew finished his final exams before taking them to harvest the potatoes.

But seeing that her nephew seemed a bit nervous as the exams approached, on the last weekend of the semester, Xie Yang simply took the two children and drove to the small vegetable garden to harvest the potatoes.

Entering December, the vegetable plots in the small garden had been covered with a thin layer of plastic film by the staff to prevent the crops from being frozen.

Fortunately, winter came late this year. Beijing hadn't seen heavy snow yet. There had been a little bit of sleet during the New Year's days, which accumulated a thin layer on the ground, but it melted as soon as it cleared up the next day. It shouldn't have frozen the potatoes.

"Wow! Auntie, is this the potato we planted?"

Seeing Xie Yang remove the plastic film and dig out a string of large potatoes covered in soil and mud from the soft earth, Xiao Jinchu widened her eyes in surprise:

"So many, many big potatoes!"

"They are indeed big!"

Xie Yang shook the mud off the potatoes and weighed them in her hand.

A single potato was nearly a pound.

This batch of potato seeds was recommended by the old version of "Gongxiangcaiyuan," saying it was a variety newly cultivated by the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. Not only was the yield high, but the size was also large. Now it seemed they hadn't exaggerated.

"It looks like the weather has been favorable this year; it's a bumper harvest year!"

"Come on, children! Let's keep digging! Let's dig out all the potato babies and take them home!"

"Okay!"

The three of them buried their heads and started digging potatoes.

Thirty square meters, not even half a *fen* of land, yet the dug-up potatoes filled four large baskets.

The staff brought over a floor scale on a cart to help weigh them.

"You've had quite a harvest! Adding the four baskets together, you've harvested 205 pounds."

What kind of concept is this?

A thirty-square-meter small vegetable garden, not even half a *fen* of land, yielded 205 pounds.

Converted to yield per *mu*, that's at least over 4,000 pounds.

"Wow!"

The two children jumped up happily.

Although they didn't understand what a yield of 4,000 pounds per *mu* meant, they only knew that the number 4,000 was very large, which meant a bumper harvest.

Xie Jilin even used a combination of mental and manual calculation to figure out how long the two hundred catties of Potato he brought home would last the three of them, aunt and niece and nephew—

If they calculated that the three of them ate three catties a day, it would last for over two months.

And by that time, spring would have arrived with its warmth and blooming flowers, and the small vegetable garden could continue to be planted and planted again.

He thought: the pressure on his aunt to raise him and his younger sister would surely be less, right?