Chapter 262: Practice together for the 260th time

Fu Yunhe’s head slowly turned towards Nian Shutong, meeting her smiling eyes with amusement.

“What do you want to do?”

Nian Shutong’s blunt smile spread at Fu Yunhe’s cautious and suspicious question.

“Ah… Beauty, look at you, your body is in pretty bad shape. I think you should exercise more.”

“Starting tomorrow, you should also come for the boxing, along with the children.”

Fu Yunhe struggled to raise a finger, pointing at himself, mouthing ‘me, me, me’ without producing any sound.

“Don’t worry, you’re so smart, you’ll definitely learn faster than them.”

As if assigning a crucial task, Nian Shutong pressed down on Fu Yunhe’s finger and said, “Go for it!”

Her mood improved even further. Indeed, tricking others seemed more fun.

Looking at the children persistently boxing ahead, Fu Yunhe, an adult among them, thought although he could remember the moves, his body just couldn’t keep up.

But Nian Shutong, despite seemingly setting him up, meant well; a bit of exercise would indeed do him good.

What else to do but to train!

Fu Yunhe decided that after returning home tonight, he would not only restore his spiritual power but add another activity.

He would secretly practice this boxing so that even if he couldn’t keep up the next day, he’d at least be the best one, which might save him a bit of face.

Nian Shutong was unaware of Fu Yunhe’s plans; she thought it was about time and told the children to wrap up their boxing, stretch their legs and arms, and go home to eat.

They had not eaten breakfast before their morning reading.

After the reading session, the children went home for their meals.

Today, the parents noticed something–their children were hungrier.

Many had seen the children boxing outside and unanimously agreed on one thing: this was real skill, and it should be taken seriously.

The children earnestly agreed. They thought simply–Boss is so amazing! They wanted to be as cool as the Boss!

After breakfast, Fu Yunhe stopped Nian Shutong who was about to leave to clear new fields.

“What is it?”

“About the testing, when will it start?”

Fu Yunhe had bought the testing equipment a while ago, but had been waiting for Nian Shutong to say when to begin.

Nian Shutong, who had walked a few steps away, returned and sat down, asking Fu Yunhe, “After testing and knowing one’s talents, can one start cultivating?”

Her body was previously seen as a waste, and knowing she had no talent, everyone ignored her; she genuinely didn’t know.

Fu Yunhe knew this too and explained, “No, one needs to train to a certain level first. Schools have such training courses. Only when a child’s body reaches a certain level can they start using Physical Liquid or Crystal Stones.”

“Oh, in that case, there’s no hurry. Let them focus on boxing for a while.”

Nian Shutong didn’t want to prematurely label the children with what they could or couldn’t do, what talents they had or didn’t have–just take it slow, who knows what the future holds?

“Okay.”

Nian Shutong stood up and left to continue clearing fields.

By now, the rice fields had turned golden and the corn cobs had become plump.

Almost a month since planting was about to pass, and she estimated that just after the poetry competition ended, they could start harvesting the crops in succession.

This time, her food supply had increased.

At least the food for these people wasn’t something she had to worry about running out of anytime soon.

“Host, those soybeans can be eaten now too.”

Soybeans?

“Now? But they’re still green, not yellow yet?”

“I know, I know, master!” Daodao interjected eagerly.

“Now you call them edamame, which are soybeans when they are young and particularly tender. Just add some salt and boil them to eat.”

“They say they taste fantastic!”

If they taste fantastic, let’s pick some to try.

Nian Shutong walked over to the soybean patch. The soybeans were planted later, so now they were just lush and green.

She uprooted about two bundles, tied them with two soybean vines, and carried the bundles back to the small wooden house.

At this time in the small wooden house, the children continued with their lessons, and Mr. Fan was researching food and various seasonings.

It seemed that only Fu Yunhe was idle.

“Xiao He.”

With a call of “Xiao He,” Fu Yunhe knew it was a cue to start working. He quickly came over and looked at the soybean vines on the ground.

“Pick the pods off these and wash them clean. Have Mr. Fan cook them with salt, and add more salt so the flavor seeps inside.”

Fu Yunhe had already squatted down and picked a pod, saying, “This is edible.”

“Yes.” Nian Shutong picked up a stool nearby and handed it to Fu Yunhe, saying, “Take your time picking them, no rush. Remember to use an umbrella to cover yourself, don’t get a heatstroke.”

“I know.”

Nian Shutong just gave a customary reminder, who could blame her given Fu Yunhe’s frailty?

After setting things up, she went back to work in the field.

Fu Yunhe obediently took out a large umbrella, planted it on the ground, sat on a small stool, and began picking the edamame.

When he had picked about a small bundle, his Light Computer buzzed; it was a voice communication from Yu Zeming.

He opened the Light Computer and connected the call.

“Hello, Mr. Xiao He, are you busy?”

Busy? Fu Yunhe looked at the edamame in his hand, “Not busy, go ahead.”

Yu Zeming didn’t waste any time and directly said, “In three days, the Poetry Club is hosting a poetry competition livestream on Star Network. You know, my dad is the president of the Poetry Club, and as his son, I really should help him promote it.”

“I’m wondering if it’s possible to mention the live poetry event times during your livestream too.”

A poetry competition? Isn’t Nian Shutong also identified as a poet?

Fu Yunhe just helped Earth Bar keep her identity hidden, but he didn’t know what she did afterward.

“President Yu, will Earth Bar be there?”

Fu Yunhe asked directly.

“Yes! I actually know about that; my dad has been bragging about it for days, saying Earth Bar hasn’t abandoned poetry. He’s just worried that Earth Bar might leave to write songs and not come back to poetry.”

“Rest assured, President Yu, I will promote it.”

“That’s great, thank you. I will send the details about the poetry livestream to your email soon.”

“Okay.”

The two hung up the call.

Fu Yunhe’s hands didn’t stop moving; under the coverage of the large umbrella, he continued picking edamame.

It looked like Nian Shutong was short on money again.

Don’t ask him how he knew that, he could tell by his understanding of Nian Shutong–if she had money, she wouldn’t bother with this poetry stuff.

Fu Yunhe even felt a bit guilty, surely it was because he hadn’t done well enough in his money-making job.

Today seemed right to invite Nian Shutong onto Star Network to test some game bugs.

Having decided, Fu Yunhe continued to pick edamame.

At this time, the students had just finished their class.

Dou Dou walked over to Fu Yunhe with Elder Hua. The young and the old, both frowning, looked dissatisfied with Fu Yunhe.

Dou Dou: Uncle Xiao He, you shouldn’t pick unripe crops.

Elder Hua: You’re wasting property! What a shame!