Chapter 129. Fame, Scheming (Recommended 5500+)
Although she still couldn’t tolerate this son who had a high chance of becoming an ingrate again, Mrs. Yan maintained a composed attitude. However, the wholehearted support from her husband, with his warm and touching words, deeply moved Shuzhen.
Almost unconsciously, this wholly workaholic posture was reined in quite a bit.
Though she still woke up early and went to bed late, at least she maintained a solid seven hours of sleep.
Whenever the members came to seek her help, she still responded to every request. However, she no longer followed through the entire process. Instead, she carefully explained the specific requirements for building the worm beds first, letting the members build them on their own. Once done, she would then come to do the final inspection. Her workload was notably reduced, naturally increasing her efficiency, but the outcomes remained as good as ever.
Originally, people thought they’d have to prepare hefty gifts and thick skin to learn even a tiny bit of her secrets. Now, Shuzhen was wholeheartedly imparting her knowledge without reservation.
The members, besides being stunned, were filled with gratitude. Watching the worm beds successfully constructed at their homes, with the earthworms growing day by day. Imagining the future where flocks of chickens, ducks, and geese could be sold for money, eaten for meat, and there’d be an abundance of eggs from chickens and ducks they couldn’t even finish, filled them with infinite motivation.
If previously the requirements Shuzhen and Lianshan shared with everyone for collecting and purchasing various herbs turned around all of Shuzhen’s negative reputation, then her earthworm farming project propelled her good reputation to its peak.
Previously, if anyone mentioned the name Liu Shuzhen, eight out of ten people sighed: a strong woman with a weak fate, a good girl who unfortunately married a heartless man. There were even those with maligned intentions who had to spit and add comments like how a crow remains a crow even if it flies to the top of a tree—a jab at her presumed misfortune.
Now?