Chapter 46 - Chapter 46: Chapter 41 Changes of the Treasured Sword i (1/2)

Chapter 46: Chapter 41 Changes of the Treasured Sword i

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Qin Niu came to Wang Haikun’s fields with a basket of humus on his back, noticing that the sorghum and wheat were not growing well.

Even though it was a B-grade fertile field, the sorghum seedlings had yellowing leaves and thin stalks.

In some places, there were just bare patches, where only weeds could be seen.

This man was lazy and gluttonous, never putting much effort into farming or fertilizing, so it was no wonder the crops were poor.

Last year, Qin Niu didn’t farm well either, and a lack of fertilization was a big part of the reason.

At five coins a basket, the cow dung wasn’t expensive, but back then he was intent on becoming an Insect Master to change his fate, spending all his money on low-grade Contract Charms.

He simply had no money for fertilizer.

There was an old man working in the fields, but just by looking at his lazy manner of resting twice as long after working for just fifteen minutes, one could tell he was even more ‘outstanding’ than Wang Haikun.

This old man was Wang Yuzhu, a farmer from the village. It was said that when he was born, the rain had just stopped, so his illiterate father named him

Yuzhu.

Because of a lack of education, the character for ’stop,’ as in stopping rain, was mistaken for ‘pillar.’

When someone later tried to correct him, Wang Yuzhu’s father, concerned about saving face, insisted it was indeed ‘pillar.’

And so, Wang Yuzhu lived his whole life with the wrong character in his name.

Speaking of Wang Yuzhu, he was not a bachelor; he was related to Wang Haikun within three generations.

Wang Haikun called him uncle.

Wang Yuzhu wasn’t always lazy—quite the contrary, he was known in the village as a skilled planter. It was said he even passed the intermediate farmer’s assessment and evaluation at the official residence in Black Tiger City. But whenever someone asked why his plaque wasn’t updated, he would fall silent.

Many thought he was just bragging, but no one ever exposed him to his face.

That said, Wang Yuzhu did indeed lease land from the Yan Family and had bumper harvests year after year. Back then, Xu Zhenchang was still young, and the most famous tenant in the village was Wang Yuzhu.

He later married a rather attractive wife, first having a daughter, and two years later, a son.

By all accounts, this should have been a very happy and fulfilling family.

However, Wang Yuzhu had a strong preference for sons over daughters, giving all the good food to his boy. When his son grew a bit older and argued with his sister, he would, without any questions, mercilessly beat his daughter.

As the children grew up, people heard that Wang Yuzhu married off his daughter when she was only thirteen to quickly secure a dowry for his son.

He didn’t hesitate in collecting the bride price from the groom’s family.

Plainly put, it was almost like selling his daughter.

Perhaps it’s true that as one sows, so shall one reap; not two years after marrying off his daughter, Wang Yuzhu’s son reportedly contracted a sexually transmitted disease.

This kind of disgraceful matter, Wang Yuzhu certainly tried to cover up.

But not long after, his son died.

Less than six months after the death of his son, his wife passed away in sorrow. After enduring the pain of losing his son and wife, Wang Yuzhu’s whole attitude changed.

Approaching fifty, he began to think of his daughter.

Because he needed someone to take care of him in his old age, right!

It was said that when he went to see his daughter, he wasn’t even allowed past the door.

In fact, after his wife died, his daughter never had any contact with him again.

Nowadays, he lived even more miserably than a bachelor.

Wang Haikun probably couldn’t find anyone else to work, so he hired this uncle. It wasn’t clear how much he paid him, but he did provide meals.

When it came to planting skills, Wang Yuzhu should have been competent.

After multiple setbacks and being in his late forties, with the only daughter he was still alive to him having cut off contact, he probably felt he had no purpose left in life. He had adopted a defeatist attitude, living each day as it came, working lazily as now, working for a second, resting for three.

“Uncle Yuzhu, this is the fertilizer Mr. Kun wanted; I’ve dumped it here!”

Qin Niu emptied a basket of humus from the mountains onto an empty spot in the field.

“Why dump it there? Just apply it directly under the crops!”