Chapter 938: The Seclusion Business

This unmanaged state, after foreigners found out.

Many foreigners then came over.

They never imagined there could be such a free and fun place.

Many people started playing construction games.

Today they dig a pond here; tomorrow the pond is filled and they build a windmill.

Don't even mention, the economic value created by these people is also not small.

Of course, where there is bustle, there is also quiet.

They really got into it, picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan.

Chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle, sheep are free-range.

Eat and kill as they like; when idle, they mend fences, sing songs, play instruments, read books.

Life has infinite possibilities.

There is no conflict here.

Someone started streaming specifically in these places.

Either streaming their own construction, or streaming their farming life, or streaming their laid-back lifestyle.

Yang Qing saw it and felt angry.

Free and easy.

No rules at all, only the most primitive communication between people.

Chen Feng set up these free territories, merely wanting to give many unsettled souls a home.

Remove all frameworks, give people the most primitive freedom.

Never expected to gain such success.

These places actually had a huge impact worldwide.

Making its fame grow ever larger.

One of these places.

Yang Nuomi sat quietly by the charcoal fire roasting mutton skewers.

She had just come out.

Upon seeing the outside world again, she felt a mix of emotions.

The Yang family's cruelty made her shudder.

She previously relied on her Yang family status to do wrongdoing.

She never imagined that the very thing she relied on for her wrongdoing would suddenly become a dagger aimed at her.

Others have forgiven her, but the Yang family does not.

They were about to throw her in.

Since she entered, aside from the psychiatrist, the Yang family's visits to her have been limited.

And her own grandfather never came to see her even once.

Back home, besides her parents and siblings, everyone else looked at her with strange eyes.

After she saw Yang Panpan's livestream.

She just wanted to come over and take a look.

Then, without realizing it, she ended up here.

Here, nobody cares what you used to do, nor will they ask.

Everyone seems to have formed an unspoken agreement: only look at the present, not the past.

Here, you must build your own house, and together build your homeland.

Raise chickens and ducks, raise pigs, and also reclaim land to plant vegetables.

Living together eating and residing, everyone lives excitedly.

People often come and go.

There are also various interest groups here.

Some like music, some like studying various bugs; everyone's hobbies are diverse.

Anyone who comes here will gradually find their own interest.

She likes carpentry.

Only when doing woodwork can she forget everything.

Many things here are made by her.

Including the stool she is now sitting on.

The mutton skewers slowly give off a rich aroma.

The sheep are raised and slaughtered by themselves; here nobody interferes, as long as they like it.

"Nuomi, it's almost done, hurry over to eat."

Around a huge long table, seated full of people, Yang Nuomi knew there were 67 people.

All came from all over the country.

Among them were 9 foreigners.

Foreigners, due to visa reasons, many can only stay a few days.

But here there has never been a break in foreigners.

Here people constantly come and go, go and come.

The acknowledged head here is Cheng Dage.

Information unknown.

But his way of dealing with people always puts others at ease.

Seeing everyone seated, Cheng raised his wine cup.

"Today is our 57th big dinner."

"I hope everyone enjoys good food and drink while daring to express themselves."

"I'll start with a special skill: Blowing Smoke Rings."

He said so, took a deep drag, then exhaled, and a huge smoke ring burst out.

He was truly proficient at Blowing Smoke Rings.

The foreigner was excited.

"Good, impressive…"

Everyone raised their thumbs.

After Brother Cheng finished his performance.

Someone performed the Face Changing technique.

Someone told a stand‑up comedy routine.

Someone performed a sketch.

Someone sang a song.

Someone wielded a brush and ink, writing an article on the spot.

Everyone was versatile and talented.

Regardless of quality, applause followed.

The big dinner continued until late night.

Yang Nuomi partied all night.

Days like this are truly wonderful.

There were no worries.

During another live broadcast by Yang Qing, everyone gathered at home again, watching the stream through a huge screen.

They saw their own grandfather once more.

Yang Nuomi didn't know what she felt inside.

Her mind was complicated.

The old man on the screen was already covered in wrinkles.

He sent another red envelope, then started a connection again.

The person connected was a middle‑aged man.

When the voice connected, the other side sounded somewhat pleading.

"Yang Lao, my son is only seventeen and has a heart disease."

"My son is so well‑behaved, his studies are excellent."

"I hope to receive everyone's help."

Yang Qing heard this and his complexion darkened.

His words also grew cold.

"I'm sorry, sir, you should go to a hospital to find a solution."

"I'm not a doctor, and there is no doctor here."

"Moreover, I personally do not support organ transplantation."

"So I won't watch you obtain another person's heart."

"Artificial hearts are now mature, so I don't think you truly need a heart."

The middle‑aged man grew impatient.

"Yang Lao, you can't be so ruthless; my child is still young, he needs a heart, I can't let him live with a machine forever."

"How will he find a partner and get married then?"

Yang Qing hummed.

"Your son needs someone else's heart to find a partner and marry?"

"How many people each year lose their lives because of organs?"

"Your life is life, but others' lives aren't life?"

"I support cloning technology, but I firmly oppose organ transplantation."

"Please leave; I can't help you here."

Grandfather was still that cold.

A young life couldn't even stir a hint of his compassion.

The middle‑aged man thought the same and gave up.

"Yang Qing, what are you pretending? You rich people are the hotbed of organ transplantation."

"I don't believe that when your family members need organ transplants, you wouldn't do what I did."

"You are hypocritical, one thing on the surface, another behind it."

Yang Qing's expression changed little.

"I said, the Yang Family does not support organ transplantation."

"Even I would not be an exception."

"I entrust my life to fate; when it's time to go, I will go."

You don't need to say too much; I won't help you with this matter.

So you don't need to waste your time here either.

The middle-aged person was not convinced.

If it's Yang Panpan, what if it's your wife?

Yang Qing said lightly.

I have long been ready psychologically to say goodbye.

One's life should not be placed above another's life.

This is my answer.