Volume One, Chapter 17: I Even Said I Could Poop While Doing a Handstand!

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What a joke! These two just wouldn’t let go! Shen Zhiyuan was furious, but Shen Zhiyi had already stepped forward.

“Do you have something to say to me?” Shen Zhiyi stood firm before Song Huaichuan, looking up at him.

Song Huaichuan lowered his gaze toward the smiling girl and softly replied, “Yes.”

“Sister Shen, actually, the boss and I came out today specifically to find you,” Wang Tieniu said cheerfully.

“Find me?” Shen Zhiyi repeated, then glanced back at Song Huaichuan.

Song Huaichuan said, “Zhao Cheng was sent to a farm in the northwest early this morning, for three years.”

“Who’s Zhao Cheng?” Shen Sange, unwilling to let his sister be alone with an outsider, pushed his way forward.

Shen Zhiyi was puzzled for a moment but soon understood. She glanced at Song Huaichuan again and couldn’t help but curl her lips slightly.

“You did this?”

Song Huaichuan replied, “The police sentenced him.”

He didn’t boast, but Shen Zhiyi knew there had to be his involvement; otherwise, the sentence wouldn’t have been this long or the transfer so far away in the northwest.

Shen Zhiyuan thought the same. Considering this man had helped his sister twice in a row, his prejudice lessened somewhat, though he still wasn’t pleased.

He didn’t say anything about refusing to leave with Song Huaichuan and the others but wore a long, sour expression.

Wang Tieniu happily ran over to chat with Shen Zhiyuan. “Comrade Shen, are you with the county transport team? Where do your vehicles usually go...”

Shen Zhiyi deliberately lagged a few steps behind, and while no one was paying attention, she reached out and scratched Song Huaichuan’s palm a few times.

In front, Shen Sange turned his head.

“Sis, hurry up, we need to get home!”

Shen Zhiyuan stood in the sunlight, his expression showing some impatience.

“All right, coming!” Shen Zhiyi answered and quickly jogged forward.

The siblings walked home one after the other.

Not long ago, Shen Zhiyuan was coaxing Shen Zhiyi; now the roles were reversed.

“Brother, don’t be like this. I think Song Huaichuan is actually a pretty good person...”

In the gentle breeze, the girl’s soft, tender voice could still be heard.

Song Huaichuan opened his palm and found a big White Rabbit candy lying there.

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He curled his lips.

A flicker of amusement passed through his dark eyes.

...

Over in the capital city,

Su Yinwan felt as if she were dreaming.

She had clearly been reborn with the advantage of foresight, so why did it seem like even her previous life was better?

No! Even if she had to go to the countryside, as long as she firmly held onto Song Huaiyu, the future richest lady would be hers!

Thus, before Su Yinwan and Song Huaiyu left for the countryside, something major happened between the two families.

Su Yinwan and Song Huaiyu got engaged.

According to Su Yinwan’s own words: “Now everyone knows about me and Brother Huaiyu. If I don’t marry him, how could I face anyone?”

As for this matter, Old Master Song said he wouldn’t interfere.

Song Elder: “You kept the big engagement cancellation from me before; now you think you don’t need to tell me about this little engagement?”

Chen Shuzhen had thought that after getting rid of the previous muddy daughter-in-law and securing the daughter-in-law she wanted, she would be happy.

Unexpectedly, when the moment actually came, she found she couldn’t smile at all.

Time was tight.

Witnessed by both families’ parents, Su Yinwan and Song Huaiyu simply exchanged tokens, and the marriage was officially set.

They just had to wait to return to the city to hold the wedding.

Three days later, Su Yinwan and Song Huaiyu boarded a green train bound for Gui Province, carrying a package.

However, Shen Zhiyi was completely unaware of all this.

At that moment, she was thinking about how to make a fortune.

Shen Zhiyuan picked up the pile of rough sketches his sister had drawn and asked,

“Sis, can this really generate electricity?”

“Yes.”

Shen Zhiyi was currently drawing plans for biogas power generation.

Hydroelectric, thermal, wind, or nuclear power plants were huge projects beyond what she could manage.

She wanted to use solar energy, but she lacked the raw materials to make photovoltaic panels.

After much thought, biogas power generation was the most feasible option.

But it wasn’t something she could accomplish alone.

Shen Zhiyi put away the drawings on the table.

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“Brother, come with me to the team leader’s house.”

The team leader of Shenjia Village was named Shen Chang’an, a senior relative in Shen Zhiyi’s clan whom she respectfully called Third Uncle.

When Shen Sanbo heard Shen Zhiyi’s purpose, he didn’t think she was joking but seriously examined the drawings she brought.

After studying them for quite a while, he put down the papers and said,

“Zhiyi girl, you’re the most educated and promising person in our village. I believe you. But what you call a biogas generator requires manpower and materials...

Manpower isn’t a problem; we farmers have plenty of strength, and things like straw, weeds, and manure aren’t an issue.

But the generators and equipment you mentioned—we don’t have those.

Also, building a pig farm beside the biogas pool, you’ll have to apply for permission from above...”

Shen Sanmu interjected from the side, “Then just apply! Didn’t you hear what Zhiyi said? Biogas can be used for cooking fire too, not just generating electricity.”

Shen Sanmu listened to the whole conversation, feeling excited.

A biogas pool was basically a manure storage pit, perfect for collecting communal waste. It could produce both fertilizer and biogas. If it could also generate electricity, wouldn’t other villages be envious?

Shen Zhiyi agreed, “Right, electricity isn’t urgent. We can start by building the pool first...”

Shen Sanbo was already convinced, and with their urging, immediately decided,

“All right, I’ll call a meeting to build a biogas pool! Zhiyi, you write an application for me—I’ll submit it later...”

Thus, the plan was set, and the application process began.

Writing the application wasn’t difficult; Shen Zhiyi often drafted reports and documents.

To increase the chance of approval, she included the drawings with explanations of the principles.

Her diagrams were simple and clear—any expert could understand at a glance.

She also sketched the layout of the farm.

For convenient washing, the farm was planned beside a stream, with the biogas pool beyond it. Pig manure could be flushed directly into the pool as raw material...

These days, the hot topic in Shenjia Village was the pig farm and the biogas pool.

Most villagers didn’t understand the technical principles but worked enthusiastically.

However, a few raised objections, thinking the team leader was foolishly following a young girl’s wild ideas. What if the biogas pool couldn’t generate electricity? That would be a laughingstock.

Among the dissenters, Shen Zhiyi’s eldest uncle’s family was the loudest.

Aunt Shen bluntly declared,

“Biogas power generation? Never heard of it! That girl says manure can generate power? I say I can stand on my head and poop! That little girl knows nothing! If you want to mess around, do it yourselves—we’re not getting involved!”