I got rich picking up trash

"Tong'er, I want to grow fruits and vegetables next, do you think there is any suitable place in our village?"

Xia Youqian knew that the system was still very powerful, and it wasn't just about picking up trash, the other party could give excellent answers to many things.

The system turned around in the space, feeling very happy, yes, the host finally knew he was thinking of him.

"Here is a better place, not only close to the water source, but also close to the road, which is convenient for your transportation."

The system directly released a map, marking the places suitable for planting with blue marks.

Xia Youqian saw that that place was the area from Dashan to their home.

There is a lot of land in front of them, from their home to the head of the village, it happens to belong to the village.

"Mom and Dad, can you come here?"

Xia Youqian wrote and drew on the paper, and said to the two people outside.

The two people working outside heard Xia Youqian's words and went in directly.

"Xiao Qian, what's the matter?"

Father Xia took a sip, looked at his son, and smiled naively.

Xia Youqian grinned: "Mom and Dad, is there any human race in this piece of land?"

"This piece of land belongs to our village, and no one has cultivated it yet. What's the matter?"

Xia's mother glanced at him suspiciously, looked at Fu Zhiyu sitting aside, and said enthusiastically: "Little Fu, there are fruits on the table, so please don't be polite at Auntie's house."

"Thank you auntie, I just ate."

Fu Zhiyu thanked him politely, he did eat a banana just now.

Xia Youqian looked at her parents and said, "I want to own this land."

"A land parcel? Xiaoqian, do you want to farm?"

Papa Xia was taken aback for a moment, and said subconsciously.

Xia Youqian pretended to be mysterious: "Mom and Dad, Fu Zhiyu and I plan to grow fruits and vegetables. Our fruits and vegetables have secret weapons."

With Fu Zhiyu's Spirit Gathering Formation, plus he also found some good things from the cultivation world, he can definitely make a lot of money.

In addition, the land he rented is not small, and some people in the village who are at home can also do labor and earn some living expenses.

"...If you decide, your parents won't object."

Xia's mother pondered for a moment, then went upstairs and got a card, "There are about one hundred thousand in it, you use it first, if there is not enough, your father and I are trying to find a way."

"Oh, Mom, how can I ask for your money."

How could Xia Youqian not know that this money is his parents' pension money, absolutely not, "Parents, you forgot, Fu Zhiyu is my boss, he is rich."

"Yes, uncle and aunt, I will pay the money this time."

Fu Zhiyu followed Xia Youqian's words and said directly.

On the surface, he is Xia Youqian's boss, but in fact, he is Xia Youqian's person.

Just as Mother Xia was about to say something, Father Xia patted each other's shoulders reassuringly, and looked at Fu Zhiyu and Xia Youqian: "You all know what's in your mind, and if you need help, just tell us."

"Mom and Dad, I won't be polite."

Xia Youqian giggled, and then he and Fu Zhiyu made a plan on how to grow vegetables and fruits better.

Xia Youqian, who was working hard to plan, didn't know that his circle of friends was almost overturned.

"Hey, boss, why do you have time to call me?"

Xia Youqian looked at the caller ID and asked with raised eyebrows.

The person on the other end of the phone was his roommate's head, and he took good care of other people on weekdays, so he became the boss of their dormitory.

Zhang Tian on the other end rolled his eyes helplessly: "Xiao Xia, don't you even look at your circle of friends? It's almost turned upside down."

He also saw that Xia Youqian hadn't responded for so long, so he made a call.

Worry about the other party missing the opportunity to make a fortune.

Xia Youqian froze for a moment: "I really haven't watched it, then boss, I'll go and have a look, I'm dead."

"go Go."

Zhang Tian originally wanted to remind the other party of this matter, so he immediately hung up the phone.

Seeing Xia Youqian looking down at the phone, Fu Zhiyu asked curiously: "What's the matter, did something happen?"

"No, Fu Zhiyu, there are actually people who want to buy your Ningshuihua, and there are quite a few people."

Xia Youqian looked at the messages in her circle of friends, dumbfounded, and handed the phone to Fu Zhiyu.

Fu Zhiyu took a rough look. Although the simplified characters are a bit awkward, he is used to it now.