Chapter 17

Unlike the rough man Cai Quanwu, who wolfed down his food and even licked the juices off his hands after finishing, he was different.

Xu Huirong’s eyes lit up.

Chen Xueru’s eyes were also sparkling.

“This tomato tastes incredible, even better than an apple. Ping’an, where did you get these?”

Xu Huirong stared at Wan Ping’an, trying to see right through him.

“This kind of tomato has never appeared on the market. Could it be high-end special supply?”

Chen Xueru felt the same.

Two beauties, four beautiful eyes, all fixed on Wan Ping’an. ===== CHAPTER 35 =====

“I grew them myself. Surprised?”

Wan Ping’an answered with a smile.

“You really grew them yourself?”

Chen Xueru was a bit skeptical.

The quality of these tomatoes was so high she had never seen anything like them before.

In her mind, tomatoes of this quality weren't for ordinary people to eat; in the old society, they would be tribute, and in the new society, they would be special supply.

“Of course I grew them. Why would I lie to you?”

“If they were ordinary crops, do you think I would spend five yuan a month to have Cai Quanwu watch over them?”

Wan Ping’an countered.

Xu Huirong nodded.

“Incredible.”

“Ping’an, with just this skill of growing tomatoes, you could live a life of luxury.”

“If tomatoes of this quality were put on the market, no matter how many you had, they would be in short supply. Why, why didn't you say you had this ability?”

Chen Xueru looked Wan Ping’an up and down as if seeing him for the first time.

Wan Ping’an smiled; this was only the beginning.

Tomatoes were just the first crop he had grown; there would be more varieties and higher quality in the future. Then he would see how shocked they would be.

When he returned to the Sihe Academy, he happened to run into Jia Dongxu coming back.

Wan Ping’an was very surprised. Why was Jia Dongxu in such a sorry state?

He hadn't lost his shoes this time.

But his body was covered in thick mud.

He looked like he had been rolling in a mud pit.

“I’ve seen pigs rolling in mud pits, but I’ve never seen a person do it. You’ve really broadened my horizons. Keep it up!”

Wan Ping’an gave a thumbs up.

Jia Dongxu was trembling with rage, unable to even speak. He was rolling in the mud—no, rubbing mud on himself—wasn't it all because of Wan Ping’an?

If Wan Ping’an didn't bring wild ducks home every day, would Jia Zhang force him to go catch them?

Wan Ping’an laughed and strode forward, leaving Jia Dongxu behind.

At the entrance of the Sihe Academy, he was stopped by Yan Fugui, who was smiling broadly.

“Ping’an, why didn't you catch any wild ducks today?”

Yan Fugui was a bit surprised.

Then he took a deep breath. What was that smell?

In an instant.

He discovered the source of the scent.

The bag in Wan Ping’an’s hand!

Judging by the bulging shape, they were round, plump objects.

“Are those apples in the bag?”

“No, that’s not the smell of apples. It’s a bit like a tomato, but that’s not right either. Tomatoes have this smell, but the scent is usually very faint.”

Yan Fugui was also confused.

“Haha, they are tomatoes.”

Wan Ping’an opened the bag and took one out.

The tomatoes he grew were round, fiery red, and crystal clear. If they weren't opaque, people would have mistaken them for rubies.

Gulp!

Yan Fugui swallowed hard.

These tomatoes were so fragrant.

So tempting!

He had the urge to take a bite right then and there.

Gulp!

A sound of swallowing came from behind him.

Jia Dongxu had caught up.

When Wan Ping’an passed by earlier, he had also smelled the tomatoes, but he had been too angry at Wan Ping’an to ask.

Seeing the tomato in Wan Ping’an’s hand, Jia Dongxu’s mouth watered uncontrollably.

“Ping’an, where did you buy your tomatoes?”

Yan Fugui gritted his teeth.

“I grew them.”

Wan Ping’an put the tomato back in the bag.

“You grew them?”

“In those six mu of land you have?”

Yan Fugui found it hard to accept.

If Wan Ping’an could grow such high-quality tomatoes and sell them, he would surely fetch a high price. Wouldn't his income surpass everyone else in the compound?

Wan Ping’an nodded and stepped through the gate.

By the time Yan Fugui came to his senses, Wan Ping’an had already walked to the middle courtyard.

“Dongxu, Wan Ping’an said he grew them, right? I didn't hear that wrong?”

Yan Fugui still found it hard to accept.

“If you heard it wrong, then I must have heard it wrong too!”

Jia Dongxu’s eyes were bloodshot.

Why could Wan Ping’an catch wild ducks?

Why could Wan Ping’an grow high-quality tomatoes?

Jia Dongxu gritted his teeth, staring at Wan Ping’an’s back as he stepped through the door.

Thud!

Too focused on watching Wan Ping’an, he kicked the threshold and fell flat on his face in front of Yan Fugui. Many neighbors saw it.

Jia Dongxu’s face turned red, and he wished he could find a mouse hole to crawl into.

How embarrassing!

At the front gate of the Sihe Academy, even a child wouldn't trip.

He was a grown man, yet he had tripped!

He scrambled up and ran home in a sorry state!

Wan Ping’an passed through the front courtyard, the middle courtyard, and returned to the back courtyard.

Many people smelled the special tomato fragrance.

Less than half an hour later.

Through the mouths of Yan Fugui and Jia Dongxu, everyone knew.

Wan Ping’an had grown a type of tomato that was large, fragrant, and sweet—it wasn't just a tomato, it was a high-end fruit. Everyone’s eyes turned red with envy.

As Wan Ping’an was drinking tea and thinking about what to have for dinner, someone knocked on the door.

He opened the door. ===== CHAPTER 36 =====

Outside the door was a large crowd.

Leading them was Yi Zhonghai, followed by Jia Dongxu, Sha Zhu, Jia Zhang, and further back, Xu Damao and others.

It had been so many days.

This was the first time Wan Ping’an had seen Xu Damao.

The Xu Damao of 1950 was still a young man, without his signature handlebar mustache, only a light, fuzzy growth.

“Something up?”

Wan Ping’an stared at Yi Zhonghai.

“Ping’an, I heard you grew tomatoes?”

Yi Zhonghai asked with a smile, a flash of displeasure in his eyes.

Wan Ping’an didn't respect him at all; this wouldn't do!

He had to teach Wan Ping’an a lesson!

“Yes!”

Wan Ping’an nodded.

“Ping’an, this is where you’re wrong. You grew tomatoes, why not share some with the neighbors in the compound?”

“I must sternly criticize you. Eating alone is not acceptable. You need to understand unity and sharing!”

“...”

Yi Zhonghai began a long-winded lecture.

“Stop!”

“Spare me that.”

“They’re my tomatoes. Why should I share them with you?”

Wan Ping’an interrupted Yi Zhonghai.

“Wan Ping’an, you’re being unreasonable. You won't even listen to the First Master?”

Sha Zhu, as Yi Zhonghai’s lackey and his number one—and only—thug, loudly accused Wan Ping’an.

“Wan Ping’an has no love in his heart, only knows how to eat alone.”

“First Master, I think we should tie him up, put a tall hat on him, hang a sign, and denounce him!”

Jia Zhang was even more ruthless.

Ping’an ate meat every day and poisoned the air during meal times; she had been eyeing him for a long time. He had to be taught an unforgettable lesson.

Yi Zhonghai looked at Wan Ping’an and sneered.

He didn't speak or take a stance, letting the others accuse Wan Ping’an.

“Shut your mouths, all of you!”

“They’re my things. Why should I listen to Yi Zhonghai and share them with you?”

“Because Yi Zhonghai has a big face?”

“Or because you’re all shameless?”

“If you want me to share, that’s fine. Yi Zhonghai, you lead by example. As the First Master, why don’t you share all your family’s assets with the people in the compound?”

“As long as you dare to share, I’ll follow suit!”

“Yi Zhonghai, do you dare?”

Wan Ping’an sneered.

So what if he was enemies with all the beasts?

As a man with a system and a transmigrator, what was there to fear from a bunch of beasts? ===== CHAPTER 37 =====