Fang Zhou, I'm just a farmer, not Shennong!

After saying that, he walked directly towards the outskirts of the slums without caring what An Suo was saying. Seeing this, An Suo could only follow behind him.

Soon, the two arrived at Anso's residence on the outskirts of the slums.

The moment he pushed open the door, the scene inside made An Suo stunned.

The house where she had lived for many years was quite simple. There was not even a bed. It was just a layer of discarded newspapers stacked together as a mattress. The quilt was also made of discarded paper. There was no furniture and no lights.

Today, however, the interior is completely different.

A thick and fluffy Simmons mattress was placed on the ground.

It was covered with a soft blanket, and on top of the blanket was a goose down quilt. There was a light bulb on the ceiling connected to an Originium generator, emitting a bright light that illuminated the entire house.

In addition, there are some simple new furniture and some home appliances, such as rice cookers and microwave ovens, and even a laptop is placed on the brand new table.

Everything looked brand new, making An Suo wonder if he had taken the wrong path.

"I did some setup this afternoon, come in."

Lu Yuan said calmly.

Ansuo's eyes widened.

She cautiously stepped into the 'home' where she had lived for many years.

For some reason, she actually developed some feelings of inferiority, as if this place no longer belonged to her and the environment here was incompatible with her humble self.

Lu Yuan didn't say anything else, but just took out another spare mat from the cabinet next to him and spread it on the other side of the room.

"You sleep here."

After saying that, Lu Yuan placed all the furniture in the room in the middle to act as a partition, then went back to his bed and lay down, leaving An Suo standing in front of his bed in a daze.

I...I actually have my own bed...

Although it was just a mattress and a quilt, this was something An Suo had never dared to imagine before.

She slowly squatted down and poked her fingers on the soft new mattress.

"Thanks...."

Ansuo's lips moved slightly and he murmured.

Then, he took off his coat and lay down in the new quilt, feeling its warmth and softness. Ansuo's eyes became slightly moist.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had felt such kindness.

The slums are cannibalistic, especially for a girl like her, life is so difficult.

In fact, given Ansuo's alertness, she would never stay under the same roof with an adult male.

However, Lu Yuan's kindness really made him not feel wary.

Besides, with Lu Yuan's strength, if he really wanted to harm her, there would be no need for him to cheat or deceive her.

"So warm..."

An Suo grasped the quilt tightly and wrapped his thin body, as if he was a kitten that had been wandering for many years and finally had a nest where he could sleep peacefully.

...........

The next day.

The sun is shining brightly, and the scorching sunlight falls on the earth. A light breeze passes through the distant horizon and reaches Longmen, blowing through the golden rice fields, causing the rice bearing abundant fruits to sway back and forth.

In the rice fields.

An Suo held a sharp sickle and worked hard in the golden sea of rice. She picked up a handful of rice that had just been cut, smelled the fragrance of rice mixed with the sunlight, and a happy expression appeared on her face.

"Mr. Lu Yuan, I've already cut it off...huh??!!"

An Suo raised a handful of rice in his hand and shouted excitedly.

However, Lu Yuan's fingers condensed into a compressed water knife, like a kilometer-long blade, madly cutting down an acre of rice, focusing on speed.

"what happened?"

Lu Yuan turned his head and looked at An Suo who was preparing to show off next to him.

An Suo immediately turned his head and bent down.

"Nothing... nothing..."

He continued to work hard, fearing that he would cut too slowly and offend Lu Yuan.

Harvesting rice is quite fast.

It only took a while to harvest the ten acres of rice.

Although 90 percent of it depends on Lu Yuan's compressed water jet, the rest is transportation.

The rice that Lu Yuan had cut with a compressed water jet was moved to one side and piled together.

Then, the two of them used the machine that Lu Yuan had bought specially during the day to knock down the rice ears one by one from the mountain of rice.

The rice ears harvested from one mu of land weigh 600 kilograms, and ten mu of land yield 6,000 kilograms. These ripe rice ears piled together look like a small hill.

An Suo looked at the mountain of rice ears and asked Lu Yuan in confusion.

"Mr. Lu Yuan, what are you going to do with all these rice ears? Are you going to keep them for yourself? Or are you going to sell them to those gentlemen in Upper Town?"

In Ansuo's memory, these plump grains of high-quality food were sold to rich masters. Refugees like her had no right to eat them. Even just smelling them was enough to satisfy Ansuo.

"Do not..."

Lu Yuan shook his head.

"I plan to sell it to people in the slums who have no food to eat, so that they can have enough to eat."

An Suo was startled and immediately turned her head, somewhat suspecting that she had heard it wrongly.

"!!!!!!"

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Volume 1: Chapter 16 Someone is selling rice there!!

An Suo suspected that there was something wrong with his ears and that he had heard it wrong.

Her well-proportioned face was filled with shock, and her mouth was subconsciously open, as if she was too frightened to close it.

"You mean?"

"I'm going to sell it to the slums, what's wrong?"

Lu Yuan said as he spread out a large plastic sheet used to dry rice ears.

“But! But!!”

After making sure that she had not heard wrong, Ansuo's shock not only did not decrease, but increased. She spoke haltingly.

"Mr. Lu Yuan, even if you sell so much high-quality food to the slums, not many people can afford it. I've heard from people who have lived in the main city that the bigwigs in the upper city eat high-quality food like this. At the price of just one pound, people in the slums can't even afford it in their lifetime."

Lu Yuan snorted disdainfully.

"Who says that grain must be sold at a high price? I grow it, so I get to decide the price."

In fact, last night, after Lu Yuan lay down, he did not go to sleep and rest immediately, but was quietly thinking about how to deal with the subsequent food.

Free gifts are definitely not an option.

This kind of free lunch only makes people lazy.

Although Lu Yuan wants everyone in the world to have enough food to eat, he doesn't want to rely solely on his own efforts to raise a group of lazy people.

If giving it away for free is not appropriate, then the only option is to sell it.

As for how high the selling price should be, Lu Yuan needs to set a reasonable price based on the per capita income level of the slums.

It cannot be too low, nor too high, but should be a price that everyone can afford.

same.

Lu Yuan also thought that he would face a lot of trouble after selling it.

The most typical example is that it has shaken the interests of some capitals.

The extremely high-quality rice should have been provided to the rich at a high price, but Lu Yuan sold it to the slums at a very low price.

This behavior itself has already touched upon the core interests of these capitals.

After all, if the bigwigs in the upper city knew that the staple food they usually eat is similar to that of the refugees in the slums, or even worse in quality, but the price is many times higher.

What would they think?

They just have money and pursue a sense of superiority, not just a complainer.

Lu Yuan himself could imagine what would happen next.

If they use softer means, they might spread rumors and make Lu Yuan unable to sell his crops. If they use harder means, they might even join forces with the gangs to secretly kill Lu Yuan.

But it doesn’t matter, Lu Yuan is really not afraid of these things.

of course.

In addition, there are some other problems that need to be prevented.

For example, Lu Yuan's selling price is low, which will attract rush and hoarding, similar to scalpers, where a small number of people spend a lot of money to monopolize a large amount of goods, and then sell them at a higher price.

Moreover, since the goal is to ensure that everyone in the world has enough food to eat, it is obviously impossible to rely on Lu Yuan alone.

No matter how strong a person is, he can only do everything by himself. Lu Yuan needs companions and help.

These are the problems that Lu Yuan needs to solve later.

"Mr. Lu Yuan..."

An Suo felt excited and moved in his heart.

She didn't understand how great a person had to be to have such determination.

Looking at Lu Yuan's profile as he worked hard, An Suo pursed his lips and worked even harder.

An hour and a half later, more than 6,000 kilograms of rice ears were neatly spread out on a large plastic sheet to dry.

This process probably takes two to three days.

During the three days of drying, Lu Yuan and An Suo inspected the slums and made plans for pricing and the future.

After three days of drying, Lu Yuan bought a small rice huller and rice mill from the main urban area. The two of them worked together to process the 6,000 kilograms of rice ears in the two machines.

evening.

Outside the slums.

"Eat."

Lu Yuan picked up a large bowl and scooped a large bowl of rice from the rice cooker. He pressed the rice with a spoon, pressing it into an exquisite mountain of rice, and brought it to An Suo.

An Suo sat obediently in front of the dining table that Lu Yuan had just bought, with his little hands on his legs and his little legs hanging in the air, shaking back and forth.

After Lu Yuan brought the rice.

An Suo was flattered and immediately stood up and took it with both hands.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu Yuan!"

Then he sat there, waiting for Lu Yuan to serve him a bowl and bring him the dishes before he started eating.

"Wow..."

Looking at the soft, white, steaming white rice in front of her, Ansuo's amber eyes sparkled.

The fragrant aroma of rice rushed into Ansuo's nostrils.

This caused her mouth to secrete a lot of saliva involuntarily.

Since he was born, Anso has never eaten such perfect rice. Usually, what he eats most is the unpalatable and hard black bread. Sometimes he can't even eat black bread and has to go hungry.

As for the white rice?

I can't even imagine it, it's too extravagant.

"Eat."