God-Tier Get Rich System – CH89

Chapter 89: Sudden Wedding News

After his bath, Mu Lantu lay on the kang as Xu Huazhang gave him a thorough massage.

Mu Lantu quickly fell asleep in comfort and woke up refreshed for another busy day.

After finishing work for his own brigade, Mu Lantu went to help other brigades with their harvests.

The brigade leaders were somewhat embarrassed. While driving a combine harvester wasn’t physically taxing and the cab provided shade, being out under the sun all day was certainly unpleasant.

But harvesting grain was top priority. Besides, the busiest times were just now and during the rice harvest, and Mu Lantu had no complaints.

What mattered most was that working for other brigades gave him extra chances at the system’s lottery—why not make the most of it?

At noon, the brigades would provide him with a meal. The food wasn’t fancy, but usually included an egg or fish dish. The wealthier brigades even slaughtered a chicken for him.

In one of the lotteries, he won a set of high-tech sun-protective gear. Life remained quite pleasant for Mu Lantu.

Because wheat ripens at different times, he stayed busy for nearly half a month. When the job was done, Mu Lantu had earned a significant amount of grain and ration coupons for the Dongfanghong Brigade. The brigade leader, accountant, and Party secretary couldn’t stop smiling.

He drove the harvester back to the machinery plant for Xu Huazhang to do maintenance, then parked it back at the brigade’s shed.

It wouldn’t be needed again until late September or early October for the rice harvest.

In short, Dongfanghong’s busy farming season lasted quite a while.

After wheat was harvested, the fields needed deep tilling, airing, and pressing. Then came the planting of peanuts, soybeans, and other crops.

The rice harvest also took nearly half a month.

After that, Mu Lantu was free.

He rested at home for three days, recovered fully, and resumed stockpiling food and firewood. His tanned face would take time to return to normal, but thanks to his spiritual spring, he wasn’t worried.

In the vegetable garden, the crops had already matured several times over. Eggplants, cucumbers, chili peppers—all were bountiful and delicious.

Even without meat, he and Xu Huazhang could eat two or three bowls of rice with just vegetables.

The surplus vegetables were picked fresh and dried like wild greens.

Unknowingly, their storage room had accumulated several large jars of dried vegetables—dried beans, eggplant, mushrooms, potatoes, corn, yam, cucumber, chili, radish… over a dozen varieties. The dried veggies were sealed in bags and stored in the jars with wooden lids.

The woodshed was also packed—mostly firewood, along with pine needles and over a hundred coal briquettes.

Pine needles weren’t good for burning but useful for kindling. The coal briquettes would be great for hotpot in winter.

Xu Huazhang had finished making a coal stove last month using an old iron barrel from the plant. True to his style, it was ugly but functional. He could’ve made it more attractive but preferred to keep it low-key.

Both the woodshed and storage room were locked—no one was allowed to enter freely.

Before winter, Mu Lantu tried not to touch the firewood stored indoors.

Then one day, the village children noticed something unusual—Comrade Mu no longer disappeared into the back hills every day. Instead, he went to and from work with Comrade Xu.

In fact, Mu Lantu had been sneaking off to the city’s black market.

He took Xu Huazhang’s bicycle to the county seat, then a bus into the city, where he sold large quantities of supplies for cash.

By the time villagers started harvesting corn, he had over 10,000 yuan in cash.

These goods came from his previous-world stockpile.

His Labor Honor Points had totaled 1.58 million, with a purchasing power equivalent to 15,800 yuan, which he had used entirely in the system’s store to buy vintage supplies and store them in his system space.

He figured he might travel back to this era again, so he was hoarding as much as possible—hot water bottles, toothpaste, clam oil, military canteens, enamel mugs, cotton fabric, Dacron, corduroy, malted milk powder, Beibingyang soda, Moutai, Wuliangye, Daqu liquor, bicycles, watches, sewing machines, radios, flashlights, cigarettes (Peony, Daqianmen, Double Happiness), tractors, TVs, coal stoves, soap, kerosene, coal briquettes, White Rabbit candy, shrimp crackers, soybean paste, animal-shaped cookies, number-shaped cookies, peach crisps, plain biscuits, banana crisps, stove cakes…

If he thought of it, he bought some.

Xu Huazhang saw the shopping list on the kang table and turned in his entire month’s salary.

This month’s wages: 28 yuan 6 jiao, plus 8 coupons—two national grain coupons, one cigarette coupon, one 200-gram meat coupon, one five-foot cloth coupon, and three industrial coupons.

It wasn’t as much as other technicians at the plant, but considering how recently Xu had started working, it was already a good amount—better than many workers after years on the job.

That little bit of money wasn’t even a rounding error for Mu Lantu, but he was still delighted, counted it all with interest, and gave Xu Huazhang five yuan as his pocket money for the month.

“Tomorrow I’m not going to the county with you,” Mu Lantu said as he tidied up the kang table. “I’m going to plant cabbage, spinach, and radish at home…”

“Need help?”

Mu Lantu waved him off. “No need. You just focus on work.”

With the spiritual spring water, growing vegetables was no challenge.

But he was out of seeds…

After dinner, guessing the neighboring educated youth had also finished eating, Mu Lantu and Xu Huazhang paid them a visit. Xu carried a little bundle wrapped in lotus leaf.

They knocked on the courtyard door. Zhang Guodong answered.

Everyone was sitting in the dining room, seemingly discussing something. The atmosphere felt strange.

Mu Lantu paused—Did we come at the wrong time?

Miao Jiaze was the first to spot them. “Brother Xu, Brother Mu, you’re here—come in!”

The others also invited them to sit.

“We won’t stay long,” said Mu Lantu. “I’m just hoping to trade some seeds—cabbage, spinach, and radish. I’ll swap wild eggs for them.”

Lu Manman, who managed the communal supplies, said, “We have some—I’ll go get them.”

Du Xuewen pulled over two stools. “Sit.”

Mu Lantu and Du Xuewen had a good relationship now. Knowing his household had plenty of wild game, Du would often trade with Mu Lantu for something nice to eat. Over time, they got along well.

Xu Jincheng glanced at Su Qianqian. “We were just talking about her upcoming wedding.”

Mu Lantu’s brows twitched. Su Qianqian had only come down to the countryside with them six months ago. Getting married already?

Su Qianqian’s pretty face was pink like a peach, and her voice was shy: “Comrades Mu and Xu, I’m getting married on the eighth of next month. You’re both welcome to attend the wedding.”

Miao Jiaze nudged Mu Lantu with his elbow. “Kinda sudden, huh?” he whispered.

Lu Manman handed over the seeds, looking worried. “Her fiancé is from Lushan County, far away from here!”

Xie Xiaojun frowned. “Qianqian, marriage is a lifelong matter! Do you even know his character? What about his family situation? What if it’s not like he says—if something happens after you’re married, you’ll have no one to turn to!”

“So many good men here at our educated youth spot, and none caught your eye?” Zhao Chengxin said with a smile, but his eyes burned with jealousy and anger.

Miao Jiaze quickly looked at Yue Xiaoying. “Speak for yourself—don’t drag others into it.”

Yue Xiaoying’s gaze kept drifting toward Zhang Guodong.

Mu Lantu winked at Xu Huazhang: Did you catch that?

Xu Huazhang gave him a light pat on the back.

Xu Jincheng clearly didn’t approve either. “They’ve only met three times.”

Mu Lantu was surprised. Getting married after just three meetings? That’s hasty.

Xu Huazhang remained expressionless. It had nothing to do with him.

Su Qianqian blushed deeply and said softly but stubbornly, “My parents only met three times before deciding to marry.”

Xu Jincheng sighed. As an outsider, he really shouldn’t meddle in others’ private affairs. But they were all far from home, educated youths with no one to rely on—it made sense to look out for each other. Still, only if people were willing to listen.

“Exactly! Love at first sight is so romantic!” Bai Ningning rested her chin on her hands, eyes glowing in a dreamy haze.

“So envious of her—no more farm work after marriage!” Lin Shuzhen muttered, staring at Su Qianqian’s pretty face. She rubbed her own face and accidentally scraped herself on a hangnail, wincing.

Xie Xiaojun suddenly blurted out, “Wait… Qianqian, are you rushing to get married just to avoid farm work?”

Du Xuewen, in a low voice to Mu Lantu, explained, “Her fiancé is a procurement agent for a food factory.”

Su Qianqian’s face fell. “Xie Xiaojun! My reasons for marriage are none of your business! And I’ve told you many times, call me Comrade Su! We’re not close, and calling me ‘Qianqian’ damages my reputation!”

Yue Xiaoying nodded subtly beside her, casting a contemptuous glance at Xie Xiaojun.

“Ungrateful!” Xie’s face turned green. “You’ll be crying later!” he snapped and stormed out.

After a moment of silence, Su Qianqian forced a smile. “I know you’re all worried and I truly thank you. But don’t worry, I’m not stupid. I saw him go into the city’s food factory and talk familiarly with people there—that’s when I confirmed his identity. I don’t have much family left… I plan to settle down here. It’s fine.”

“You don’t have family?” Yue Xiaoying straightened up and looked around. “This is sounding more and more sketchy. Did you tell your fiancé all that?”

Su Qianqian said shyly, “He told me all about his family, so of course I was honest in return.”

Zhang Jingxian suddenly spoke. “There used to be an orphan girl near my house. Her family’s house and assets were taken by relatives. Her own uncle tricked her into marrying a blind man.”

Everyone gasped.