Becoming the Richest by Farming-Chapter 28 - 00 Chicks_1
Chapter 28: 0028 Chicks_1
Chapter 28: 0028 Chicks_1
Early the next morning, the head of the village brought Ellen Young a cage full of chicks and knocked on her door.
“Here, Ellen, these are the ones you wanted me to find for you, all hatched from the eggs of native hens raised in the countryside and fed with fine grains. The meat quality is excellent, and they’re guaranteed to taste good when they grow up.”
The little chicks were golden-yellow and looked lively and active. Ellen showed a hint of a smile, “Thank you, village chief grandfather.”
“I’ve said, no need for such formalities.”
Ellen still reached into her bag and pulled out money.
200 yuan. She could offer more, but the village chief wouldn’t accept it. It might even scare him.
As soon as the village chief saw the money, he waved it off, “I’ve already said you don’t need to give me money. How much do you think a few little chicks cost?”
Ellen pursed her lips, smiled, and insistently stuffed the money into his dark, rough palm, “Village chief grandpa, we should keep matters separate. It’s one thing for me to accept your help normally, but this is a separate matter. What should be given must be given. If you do this, I won’t ask for your help in the future and I won’t accept any more goods from you either. That would be too embarrassing for me.”
With her insistence, a trace of agitation appeared on the village chief’s face, “You and your grandfather, both of you… ah, never mind.”
He only took out 100 yuan and said, “It’s not that expensive. This whole cage of chicks is just 100 yuan and some change.”
Ellen stood her ground, “Then all the more reason there should be no change. You can use the rest of the money to buy some feed for me. I need to raise them.”
Once they were grown and laying eggs, she could also have chicken to eat.
Self-sufficiency.
“Alright then.”
Having accepted the money, the village chief looked at Ellen with an even greater tenderness in his eyes, “You’re such an honest child—”
His expression suddenly changed, tinged with gossip, “However, something happened last night in Seamount Village. Do you know about that crazy woman, Aunt Peterson, who arrived yesterday? Her family seemed to have gone mad last night, moving out in haste. Aunt Peterson was crying and making a fuss, but they left quickly, as if chased by ghosts.”
Ellen blinked, seemingly uninterested, “Is that so?”
Her subordinates had reported the news to her first thing in the morning.
The foolhardy souls had thought to cause her trouble last night, and had it not been for the fact that they were ordinary people and this was the countryside, had it been a more critical place, they would have been eliminated on the spot.
So her subordinates taught them a lesson and imposed a ban, forbidding them from appearing here again.
Petrified, Aunt Peterson’s son realized that he could not afford to provoke Ellen, despite not knowing the full extent of her background. They moved out overnight, conveniently relocating to their new home in the county town.
Ellen wasn’t worried about them spreading rumors. If her subordinates couldn’t handle such a trivial matter, they wouldn’t have been assigned to her in the first place.
The village chief nodded, “Yes indeed, that family must have done something terrible to be scared off like that.”
He inadvertently touched on the truth, and Ellen smiled, carrying the chicks inside.
Seeing how well kept Ellen’s courtyard was, the village chief’s eyes lit up, “Ellen, you’ve really made this courtyard look beautiful, even nicer than ours.”
Over the past few years, many in the village had gradually built single-story houses, as they no longer favored the old tile-roofed ones. Yet Ellen had managed to make her tile-roofed house look exceptionally attractive.
From the outside, it appeared as a tile-roofed house, but the interior was tiled and beautifully arranged.
Ellen merely smiled with pursed lips, and when the village chief left, she presented him with a canister of tea that someone had given to her.
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She didn’t care for it, but the village chief was fond of it.
