Ranch Story: Start Over

Thus, in an atmosphere of laughter and joy, everyone happily ended this unforgettable food tasting event and gladly accepted the precious gift of premium onions.

Before leaving, Feng Ling led everyone to the door of the small warehouse, and then gave each person ten special onions in turn.

You know, according to the initial market estimate, the price of this kind of premium onion is as high as one thousand to five thousand magic crystal coins! So, Feng Ling's gift tonight is really a considerable gift!

Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed a wise move not to let Senior Sister set the price according to the market price. After all, now as long as people go to Dart Restaurant, they can taste the delicious dishes cooked with these premium ingredients. If the situation continues to develop in this way, it can be predicted that even if I don’t often go to Dart Restaurant in the next period of time, the business there should be extremely prosperous.

Just then, someone asked, "Feng Ling, will you come to the Ocean House to participate in the Summer Ocean Festival tomorrow?"

Feng Ling smiled and shook his head and replied, "I'm afraid that's not possible! Time is too tight now. I have to race against time to plant the next batch of onions.

You know, Zhuokak and his team have successfully reclaimed 13,000 acres of arable land! So I want to harvest one more crop of onions before the end of this summer as a backup stock. Otherwise, in the fall and winter, we may face the dilemma of food shortage. "

Hearing this, Uncle Gotz, who was standing nearby, could no longer contain his admiration and gave Feng Ling a big thumbs up to express his appreciation and support for him.

Feng Ling saw the expectant look on Uncle Gotz's face and responded enthusiastically:

"Uncle Gotz, if you want to eat this dish, you can go directly to Dart Restaurant to order it. I have already informed my senior sister in advance that we will not sell it at the top market price."

When Goetz heard this, he immediately smiled and nodded to show his satisfaction. He thought:

In this way, you can enjoy delicious dishes without worrying about the high price. Moreover, Feng Ling generously gave him ten onions, which was enough for the whole family to enjoy.

So, he decided to send eight of them back to his hometown for his family to enjoy, and keep two for himself to savor slowly. As for the future, if he wanted to eat, he could go directly to Dart Restaurant. Dart Restaurant was also the favorite place for the residents of Mineral Town. However, with the recent introduction of new dishes by Dart Restaurant, more and more residents from the nearby brother towns also came. It seems that he should go earlier next time.

"Then I will definitely try the dishes made with this ingredient. I'll be waiting for your good news."

After seeing everyone off one after another, Feng Ling stretched himself and turned his gaze to Hua Xiaoling beside him, muttering to himself: Why hasn't this little girl gone home yet?

"Huahua, it's getting late, aren't you planning to go back?" Feng Ling asked kindly.

"I've told you not to call me Huahua! Call me sister!" Hua Xiaoling punched Feng Ling's arm angrily, and then used a trick that girls often use - the magic of pinching.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts!" Feng Ling couldn't help but gasp.

"Hmph! Glad you know it hurts! I'm being polite to you by not asking you to call me 'My Queen'!" Hua Xiaoling raised her chin with a proud look on her face.

Feng Ling smiled bitterly and quickly changed the topic: "Okay, okay, little sister, little sister, it's okay, right? I promise not to call you Huahua anymore, okay?"

After hearing the satisfactory answer, Hua Xiaoling pouted her lips, turned her head contentedly, and walked towards Feng Qingyang.

"Grandpa, I'm going back first. I'll bring my people here to settle down tomorrow."

"Okay, Xiaohua, be careful on the road. Although your cultivation has greatly improved now, you still can't take it lightly." Feng Qingyang stroked Hua Xiaoling's hair lovingly, his eyes full of concern.

Hua Xiaoling smiled sweetly, waved goodbye to Feng Qingyang, and walked straight to the open space next to her. She leaped up like a light bird and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Looking at the pair of crystal clear wings, Hua Xiaoling flew away quickly like a light butterfly, and her clear and pleasant voice echoed in the air:

"Brother! Build me a big house!"

"Okay, got it!"

Feng Ling responded gently, his eyes following Hua Xiaoling until she disappeared into the sky.

Feng Ling stood there quietly, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart. At this time, Feng Qingyang slowly walked to his side and asked softly:

"Feng'er, are you surprised?"

Feng Ling turned his head and looked at Feng Qingyang, his face full of surprise and confusion:

"It's more than an accident, Grandpa. I never thought Hua Xiaoling is actually my nominal sister. Who would believe it if I tell others about it?"

Feng Qingyang smiled slightly, a trace of memories flashed in his eyes. He raised his head, looked at the vast sky, and said slowly:

"Her life story was quite rough, so maybe we were destined to be together when we were young. I saved her by chance that time, and she has been following me closely ever since."

Feng Qingyang's words seemed to pull time back to the past, and that legendary past made people curious. Feng Ling listened quietly, feeling the special feelings that his grandfather had for Hua Xiaoling.

After a moment of silence, Feng Ling frowned worriedly:

"So what should we do, Grandpa? With Hua Xiaoling's important identity, is it true that those evil-minded people won't covet her?"

Feng Qingyang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an intriguing smile, and said in a firm tone:

"Don't worry, Feng'er. Since Hua Xiaoling has chosen to trust us, we must protect her. Moreover, no one dares to provoke her easily. However..."

Having said this, Feng Qingyang paused and his expression became serious.

Feng Ling saw this and quickly asked, "But what, Grandpa?"

Feng Qingyang took a deep breath and continued, "However, we still can't let our guard down. After all, people's minds are unpredictable and things are unpredictable. We must always remain vigilant to ensure Hua Xiaoling's safety."

Feng Ling nodded, indicating that he understood what his grandfather meant. He knew that he had a heavy responsibility, but he was also determined not to disappoint his grandfather and Hua Xiaoling.

From now on, he not only has to work hard on farming, but also has to work hard to improve his own strength, protect his loved ones around him, and provide them with a peaceful sky.

"Of course, with me here, no one will dare to do that."

The tiny voice seemed to be a whisper, as if Feng Qingyang was speaking to him again. Feng Ling barely understood the general idea.

There was an irrefutable tone in his voice. Feng Ling didn't know where his grandfather's confidence came from. Perhaps it was his grandfather's back-up plan.

"As for those premium onions, Feng'er, have you figured out what to do with them?"

"Grandpa, I have a friend who will come to buy the ranch. In the future, I will sell all the ranch to him except for the normal material needs of the Mineral Town."

"Official?"

"Yes, Grandpa. There are two ways to recycle: magic crystal coins and merit points."

"In that case."

Feng Qingyang lowered his head and thought for a moment, then gave his suggestion:

"Although I don't know if your friend is reliable, but since he can eat so many premium ingredients, I guess the power behind him must be unfathomable. So get along well with him and don't offend him."

"No grandpa, I have some doubts about this."

"Oh?"

"Grandpa, why are you all so weird, or so surprised by the result? Are premium ingredients really that difficult to grow?"

Feng Qingyang just stared at Feng Ling like this, and kept staring until Feng Ling felt a little embarrassed, then he said solemnly:

"If it weren't for the fact that every resident of Mineral Town is somewhat special, I wouldn't have allowed you to hire so many people to pick these premium onions today."

"Ah? Is it that serious?"

Never before had his grandfather spoken these words so seriously. Feng Ling suddenly felt a chill coming from behind, like being pricked by a thorn.

"Normally, the probability of producing top-grade ingredients from top-quality soil is 5%, especially when this 5% is of a certain grade. No matter what, it's impossible to achieve your level of success. You've already achieved 100%. If this result is known to domestic spies, do you know what the consequences will be?"

What else can he do in this situation? He should just give in. Feng Ling felt a bone-chilling chill enveloping him for a moment.