The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 117: Chapter 117 Wheat Field
 

Leave some tofu for me!

Mr. Liu had already rushed over, snatching the last half piece of tofu from Mrs. Liu’s plate.

“Mmm… this flavor!” Mr. Liu finished it in just two bites, still savoring the lingering taste, reluctant to drink any water.

“Wife… at least call me over! We’ll forget about Liu Cheng for now.”

Liu Cheng, who didn’t get a bite, looked pitifully at his meal box with a bit of soup left inside.

“Dad… you’re being too much, I’m here guarding it every day for you!”

The family of three, mocking each other, all felt dejected.

Those who didn’t get what they wanted felt unsatisfied, and those who did wanted more.

The three of them sat in a row, staring eagerly at the box in front of them.

The box was empty, clean as if it had been washed eight hundred times.

Mrs. Liu clutched her chest and sighed, “It feels like not just the plate is empty, but my heart as well.”

“Mom, at least your stomach isn’t empty!”

Scenes like this were playing out in countless homes.

Even if you bought something from a small shop, it didn’t mean you could eat it yourself.

Countless people had their treats “confiscated” by their elders, wanted to resist, but lacked the strength.

It was enough to bring tears to their eyes.

Their only option was to set several alarms, waiting for tomorrow’s livestream. Plus, they had to help promote the big livestream.

On Star Network, post after post, comments sprouted like bamboo shoots after rain.

Gradually, many people got to know about this livestream room, and many were preparing to check it out tomorrow.

Fu Yunhe knew some of this was happening, he was quite influential on Star Network and even helped stoke the fires a bit.

After the livestream ended, he returned to the small wooden house, first made a bit of money, then continued to design games.

He was preparing to make big money, an endlessly profitable game.

Meanwhile, Shutong had long since left the small wooden house, she had gone out to find a place rich in toxins for cultivation.

Everyone else was sound asleep.

The next day, early in the morning.

Shutong finished her cultivation before dawn and managed to build the house planned for malting and making tofu in the early hours.

She moved the malt and the millstone in, providing a temporary home for them.

Once she made some money, she planned to expand the area and build another facility, currently, the workforce was sufficient.

After finishing her tasks, Shutong went straight to the fields to break new ground, ready to plant wheat.

The benefits of wheat were well known.

Not long after she started, Ha Ha came over, didn’t say a word, and just started working.

The two worked until Fu Yunhe called them back from the other side of the river for a meal.

For breakfast, stewed tofu with rice, tofu also filled with plenty of meat slices, luckily interstellar space was never short of thermal boxes, keeping the meat fresh.

And the tofu had been made with the help of Wang Xiaolu and his brothers.

After breakfast, Shutong took Wang Fu’s eldest son, Wang Xiaolu, to the prepared smoking room to teach him how to smoke meat.

“Hang the meat up there, there are some gaps above for ventilation and for the smoke to escape.”

“This pine branch, once lit, should only emit smoke with no flames; we need the smoke it produces to continue the smoking process.”

Wang Xiaolu listened very attentively.

Seeing that he was doing well, Shutong left him to it and went back to breaking new ground.

Fu Yunhe, along with Zhang Hui and her daughter, were busy picking beans, watering the malt, and weeding the vegetable garden in front of the house.

Meanwhile, Wang Fu and his second son, Wang Xiaochuan, were operating a Flying Device, going to the other side of the mountain to continue salt drying.

It was a busy and fulfilling day, and Shutong finally finished breaking all the wheat fields, ready for the next step, sowing.