She Only Cares About Cultivation

The land at An Yi’s home, the crops are fertilized with manure from the toilet, while vegetables and fruits are fertilized with animal manure processed from space grass, along with organic compost made from daily fruit peels and household waste. These can breed maggots in the summer, perfect for feeding chickens, which even lay eggs more frequently.

These feeding techniques are experiences that An Yi has summarized over the years, which is why their crops grow so well, all thanks to her meticulous care.

Whether from the outside or within the space, being able to recycle and use everything without waste is already quite a remarkable achievement.

As the weather gradually warmed, wearing less clothing and taking the children out for a stroll, everyone was surprised to discover that this child adopted by the An family was being raised so well?

Clothes neat and clean, chubby and fair-skinned, obviously well cared for, in contrast, other people’s own children looked filthy and unkempt.

In comparison, a sense of imbalance emerged, and various sour remarks soon followed, saying things like their own children can’t even get enough to eat, how come this adopted child is raised so well without working? The family must be rich, did they make some deal in secret? That’s why they have a source of income? Food to eat? Maybe this child is actually her own?

An Yi heard these remarks and noted down the people who said them, even finding out who their children were. Call it petty if you will, but with parents who spread such rumors, their kids wouldn’t fare much better. Hence, in future class assignments, they absolutely won’t be accepted, as she doesn’t want to interact with such people, which would affect her good mood for the day.

The land in front and behind their two homes combined was only a few pieces. Taking advantage of the children’s nap times in the morning and afternoon to work more, within about a week, it was mostly organized and planted.

Later, she would take the children to the fields daily to weed, water, then go home and make them extra milk custard, steamed egg custard, shrimp dumplings, and various toddler foods. As long as the child could eat it, she would find ways to make it. Under her care, Little Anran was truly becoming more beautiful and more adorable.

Even if people gossiped every day, it couldn’t prevent more people from liking her. Anyone passing by would stop to play with her, and the many little toys she made for her became the envy of others. Thankfully, the child couldn’t walk yet, and she wasn’t interested in joining others to rear their children. Otherwise, they might have snatched them, because right in front of her, people directly asked for them, but she refused outright, without a hint of politeness.

"These are toys I made for my Little An, if you take them, what will my Niuniu play with?"

"Little girl, what do you need such nice things for? It would be better to give them to my Hu Zi, rest assured, let him play for two days, and when he’s done, I’ll bring them back to you."

Saying this, she snatched the toy from her hand and gave it straight to her son. An Yi was furious, leaving no room for courtesy, and snatched it back from the child’s hand, coldly staring at her.

"What’s wrong with you? This belongs to my family, how could you take it so easily? Who gave you the right? What kind of person are you, please stay away from us in the future, our home certainly doesn’t welcome you."

The woman left cursing, and An Yi felt that she had been too lenient. No, she needed to be more forceful, showing them that her Anran is not someone to bully!

Who says she was adopted? Who says she has no mother? In the future, she would let them see whose child truly stands out!

While others toiled in the fields, facing the Yellow Soil with their backs to the sky, An Yi seemed like an outsider, walking her dog and taking her child, today to the mountain, tomorrow to the hillside, if nothing else, running down to the river bank. To outsiders, her life seemed so good, so good that they couldn’t help but throw mud at her door at night.

Initially, An Yi thought it was jealousy from the villagers, and didn’t bother about it, but as more people came to smash her door, and resentment filled the air around, she belatedly realized that some people just can’t stand seeing others doing well.

Struggling in the mud planting rice, arduously conserving water, planting seedlings, applying fertilizer, while she lived in such a large house, playing with dogs and children, how come?

There were even reports questioning her political stance, demanding verification of all her sources of income.

The investigation team came suddenly, led by the secretary, storming into their home. She was holding her child when she opened the door, a crowd swarmed in, scaring her: "What are you doing?"