The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 35: Chapter 35 The Desire to Make Money

Nian Shutong first checked on the progress of the two robots, which was indeed impressive, much faster than if she were working alone.

And truly, the two robots did not require any rest.

Having finished clearing the wild land, Nian Shutong turned the soil over, ready to plant the potatoes.

In this flurry of activity, the moon had already climbed high into the sky, and it was now past nine o’clock at night.

Nian Shutong instructed the robots, still working under the dim light, to continue their tasks while she herself brushed off her hands, preparing to head back first.

Still carrying her iron shovel, Nian Shutong wobbled back to the small wooden house.

As soon as she emerged from the forest, Nian Shutong’s excellent vision spotted Rubble working tirelessly.

Look at that—such drive, all for a bite to eat!

Nian Shutong crossed the river and approached Rubble. @@novelbin@@

“Rubble, not resting yet?”

Rubble, who had been bending down, got such a fright that his body clashed with the scrap metal, making a clattering noise.

“Ms. Nian Shutong, scaring Rubble is not right. Rubble’s precious brain is different from that of your laborers. It’s very valuable and needs to be well cared for and rested,” said Rubble.

After speaking, Rubble stood up and, in a very human-like manner, stretched lazily and tilted his head to ask,

“Ms. Nian Shutong, where does Rubble live?”

Ignoring Rubble’s words completely, Nian Shutong walked ahead, saying simply, “Keep up,” and they headed to the small wooden house, one after the other.

“You’ll stay in the middle room.”

She pointed casually and then returned to her bedroom to continue her cultivation, getting ready to head out.

Outside, the tall Rubble tried several times to sit down on a small sofa in the middle of the living room, then stood up again.

Too small.

Eventually, Rubble took the cushion off the sofa, laid it on the floor, half-lay on it, stretched out, and happily fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Fu Yunhe in another room had already fallen asleep but was awakened by Rubble’s commotion.

He lay in bed, trying to get back to sleep, but his poor health made breathing difficult, so in the end, he had no choice but to sit up, open Star Network, and earn money.

With a pair of delicate, pale, tender hands, he silently wrote line after line of text.

A miserable life of making money.

Fu Yunhe also distractedly wondered whether he would still be able to eat food that could improve his constitution or not.

Was it an accident last time, or something else?

He didn’t know the answer, but no matter what, he needed to stay here for now.

On the other side, Nian Shutong was also pondering about her money-making, realizing that besides farming, she indeed needed another way to earn money.

“Master! Master! Can Daodao play on Star Network?”

Daodao’s question interrupted Nian Shutong’s line of thought, to which she replied, “Of course you can, do whatever you want.”

Daodao was her most trusted partner, the kind they depend on in life and death, sharing a connection of spiritual power. Daodao could freely use Nian Shutong’s account to go on Star Network.

“Alright! Alright!” Daodao spun around excitedly, its master loved money, so Daodao wanted to earn money too.

Having absorbed the planet’s heart, Daodao had a heritage of thousands of years of culture, and it found some websites on Star Network where it could write stories to earn money.

After a series of operations, Daodao chose the name “Literary Porter”, chose to keep its identity secret, and began its “transportation” work.

The first story was titled “Immortal Slaying”.

At the same time, on Star Network, Liu Cheng, Nian Shutong’s first and only customer, was discovered stealing a snack.

Liu Family residence, the main hall.

Liu Cheng stood guiltily to one side, hanging their head, fiddling with their hands.

“Liu Cheng! Can’t you concentrate and properly cultivate? It’s only a year and a half until the military academy starts recruiting. Don’t you feel the urgency?”

“I was so happy! You open the barrier so vigorously every day! Who knew it wasn’t for cultivation!”

“Who opens a barrier just to eat something!”

A man, looking to be in his thirties or forties and bearing some resemblance to Liu Cheng, sat in a chair, huffing and puffing with anger, his head almost steaming.

Next to the man was a woman dressed in a smart uniform, her demeanour striking.

She first comforted the man by patting the back of his hand and then said, “Don’t get so angry. You’ll blow a gasket.”

The woman’s comment nearly made Liu Cheng burst into laughter, but they had to hold it in, their entire body shaking with the effort.

The woman’s gaze swept over lightly, her tone rising as she said, “Bring it out, will you?”