The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor

80: Chapter 80 Heaven’s Will 80: Chapter 80 Heaven’s Will “I feel like if we keep going this way, there might be a problem,” Liu Hun said to the women in the house after making his rounds through the village.

Although they now lived in a two-story building, Bai Lian and Qin Yue still found reasons to visit often, and Liu Hun actually felt these women were quite helpful and considerate towards everything concerning the village.

“Hunzi, stop fretting, will you?

Just look at our lives now, can you even compare it to the past?

The Mayor has disbursed the funds he promised, and the necessary houses have been built.

Our cooperation with the big boss has also started, and doesn’t it seem like things are getting better day by day?

What’s there to worry about?” Qin Yue, always quick to speak, picked up on Liu Hun’s concerns but thought he was worrying too much.

After sitting down, Liu Hun began to share his thoughts, “I feel like even though our village is visibly improving, each household is too scattered and there’s no organization.”

“What do you mean by ‘too scattered’?” Bai Lian didn’t quite grasp what Liu Hun was getting at.

Liu Hun elaborated further, “Let’s talk about the blueberry farming, for instance.

Everyone has received their share and is taking care of it according to the instructions.

But in my daily rounds, I’ve come across some issues.

First of all, everyone is too dispersed; just visiting each patch takes a lot of time.

Everyone cares for their plants differently; some water more, some use more fertilizer, while others don’t use fertilizer or pesticide at all.

Some plant in their vegetable patches, others in the front yard, and some even use the plants as hedges.

This is bound to cause problems sooner or later!”

Although Liu Hun might not have received much formal education or management experience, such repeated experiences had nonetheless honed his understanding of certain principles.

Du Yueling smiled sweetly, genuinely happy to see Liu Hun’s growth step by step.

She chose not to talk about her experiences and knowledge from the big city; she found it incredibly fulfilling to see the land and the man before her flourishing together.

“So, what do you think can solve the unease and the hidden dangers in your heart?” Du Yueling asked Liu Hun, her dimples deepening with her intoxicating smile.

After pondering for a moment, Liu Hun began, “I think…

our village should be re-planned entirely!

A thorough plan is needed.

The biggest hurdle to our village’s development is the market.

We can produce good products, but Ping’an Town is only so big, the Cooperative only needs so much, and even with the few surrounding towns, it barely adds up to a few hundred thousand a year.

That’s why I’ve been working so hard to think of more things that we can grow and sell.”

He looked around at the circle of women listening attentively to him, like schoolchildren in class, and continued, “The experience and lessons come from our past with vegetables and mushrooms.

I just wonder when we can completely solve this problem; this cooperation with Boss Yang seems like an opportunity.

We’re not good at finding marketing channels; we don’t know any big figures or have been to big cities.

But we can grow different things and rotate our crops!

If we want to grow a variety of crops in rotation, then we must re-plan our village!”

“Hunzi, I don’t really see how that’s relevant.

Think about it, the blueberries are being planted by each household.

Once they grow, you just go and harvest them.

Sure, there are differences in how each family plants them, but it shouldn’t really affect much,” Qin Yue didn’t think this was a big deal.

Liu Hun immediately counteracted, “Sister Qin Yue, you can’t see much difference with just blueberries.

But what about when there are more varieties?

Take your yard, for example, you have peaches, pears, apricots all mixed together; that’s bound to cause problems!

Also, some families have large backyards and vegetable patches, making it convenient to plant and manage.

But some families, like Wang Dajiao’s, live against the mountain and in several terraces, now that’s tricky.”

“Hunzi, I’m not trying to dampen your spirits.

First, everyone in our village is concerned with their own little plot of land; if you want to re-plan the village, some people definitely won’t agree.

If you can’t pour the water evenly in everyone’s bowl, people will feel they’re getting the short end of the stick, and others are getting an advantage.

You have some clout in our village now, but once it’s about their interests, they’ll still make things difficult for you.

Secondly, even if you flatten our village, what about the town?

Are we still planting grains?

Re-planning also requires the town’s policy support.

So, I think this is going to be difficult!” Fen Ran analyzed methodically, and having been familiar with the workings of the village under Ye Canghai, who was the village chief in name only, she knew quite a bit about these matters.

“Sis Yue has a point; there are too many difficulties, and it’s unlikely we’ll manage it.

Let’s not make trouble for ourselves,” Bai Lian agreed with Fen Ran’s analysis, as someone who also deeply understood the villagers of Wanbao Village.

Liu Hun chuckled heartily.

The conversation with Fen Ran and Bai Lian did not discourage him but rather fueled his ambition.

He stood up and declared, “I think the blueberry project needs to be an opportunity!

We’ve got to handle this step by step!

There is a saying, ‘A lean tiger is strong at heart, the poor do not diminish in ambition.’ We too must have great aspirations!

Besides, we are not poor, we have the capability!

No matter how tough the bone, I, Liu Hun, will gnaw through it!”

Liu Hun’s words were exceptionally loud, but so was the rain from up above, which fell swiftly and relentlessly.

These days, you just couldn’t predict rain—it was unusually abundant, pouring down without a care.

Fortunately, this time the downpour didn’t last for days and nights on end.

Heaven had timely stopped the waterworks after just one day and night.

As a result, there was no catastrophic flood or landslide, but the blueberries had suffered severely.

Liu Hun only had one pair of hands and one pair of feet.

During that day and night, he was running around like a headless chicken, pushing down here and lifting there, as if everyone in every place wanted to drag him over.

When the rain finally stopped, half of Wanbao Village looked on as the ripe blueberries, ready to be picked, were all washed away, leaving the bushes good for nothing more than hedges to look forward to next year.

Liu Hun was exhausted like an overworked ox, having managed to save half of the village’s blueberry crop.

Those who were spared were naturally overjoyed, while those who weren’t came knocking on his door one after another.

“Hunzi!

What are we supposed to do now?

The blind Lord in the Heavens!

Just when we were about to see better days, we get hit by this rain sharp as a knife.

Last time, it almost buried my old man in the mud, and now it’s washed away our fruit!”

“In the past, our village would get rain several times a year, but why is our luck so rotten this year!

Hunzi, you need to say something!

You’ve got to show us a clear path, or else how are we supposed to live?

Look at us with our old arms and legs, aren’t we relying on just this bit to survive?”

“I watched the fruits falling nonstop, managed to salvage only this little!

It’s going to be the death of me!

If it were cabbages, at least I could salvage a few leaves to mix with noodles or something, but if these can’t be sold for money, then what do we do?”

“…”

In Liu Hun’s living room, the villagers who had suffered losses were crying, shrieking, and cursing so fiercely that it seemed Fen Ran’s prediction was spot on—the real headache was indeed theirs to bear.

“Hunzi, what do you think we should do?

Are we just going to let them wail here?” Fen Ran asked Liu Hun.

Once these old women started to talk about their miserable lives, they could go on for three days and nights without stopping, their energy only growing and their voices never weakening.

“I already have a plan for this, don’t worry!” Liu Hun whispered to Fen Ran, then raised his voice over the wailing, “Everybody calm down!

Listen to me!

I know you’ve all suffered greatly, and I’ve done my best.

I haven’t slept a wink during this day and night.

For now, everyone head back home, and I assure you I’ll handle this matter properly.

I just need a bit of rest, then I’ll head to town and talk with Boss Yang’s clerk to figure out what to do.

Is that alright with you all?”

Liu Hun had spoken, and there was no use crying and making a fuss there any longer.

The villagers thought it over and, still trusting Liu Hun, gradually left.

Afterward, Liu Hun went to town and with some difficulty found the clerk, Xie Dapeng, at the guesthouse, only to be told, “Proceed according to the contract.

Blueberries need to be delivered to town with guaranteed quality and quantity; nothing else is our concern.”

These words choked Liu Hun.

He hadn’t expected Yang Yide to hire such a person, but after a moment’s thought, he saw it as a good thing—it was better than having someone swagger into the village to point fingers and issue orders.

Without even stopping to rest, Liu Hun rushed back to the village.

Once home, he immediately dug out the contract and the information Cai Yan had given him and carefully reviewed it.

The contract stated that in case of crop failure or reduction due to natural disasters, the company would not pursue responsibility, but they would carefully consider the next year’s planting scale or even the partnership.

Liu Hun pondered for a moment; confidence was key.

Yang Yide was now the only reliable outlet for the village, so it was imperative not to lose his trust.

The contract required that a minimum of 20,000 kilograms of blueberries from the fifty-acre trial field be delivered this year, with prices ranging between 60 to 80 yuan per kilogram based on quality, with the possibility of a higher price for premium quality.

After reviewing the provisions in the contract, Liu Hun looked over the information Cai Yan had provided, and he suddenly felt confident.

According to the data, blueberry bushes entered their prime fruiting period after four years, yielding four to eight kilograms per bush, with 270 bushes per acre at a one-meter plant distance and 1.2-meter row distance.

The age of the bush determines yield, and the care techniques determine quality.

If all conditions are favorable, a single acre can produce around 1,500 kilograms during the prime fruiting period.

Liu Hun did some quick mental calculations; with half of the village’s blueberries saved, even if it was twenty acres worth, these blueberries had been nurtured with his Qi Force, so the yield should be able to meet the contract’s requirement of 20,000 kilograms.

Moreover, the quality was sure to be of premium grade.