HLM – Chapter 734 Even Country Folks Know How to Have Fun

Apple trees, pear trees, kiwifruit trees—normally these are grown from seedlings, but they can also be propagated using seeds. Lantern fruit trees work the same way. In South America, these trees naturally spread when the fruits fall to the ground and the seeds scatter.

So, Wang Bo decided to take a shortcut. He bought seeds, planted them, and let them grow on their own.

This meant the initial investment was very small. The seeds were sold by weight, but were cheap—just five yuan per gram for apple seeds, so one kilogram only cost five thousand yuan. On 250 acres of land, five kilograms of seeds at most would be enough…

In any case, Wang Bo hired an agricultural company to help manage the orchard, and buying the seeds only cost a total of 120,000 yuan.

The seeds were in the back of his pickup truck. After getting out, he divided them into pre-prepared foam boxes, added the spirit spring water, and let the seeds soak.

The agricultural company provided two technicians to assist Wang Bo. The lead, named Paul Gross, was a bearded Jewish man who looked like a Marxist comrade.

Seeing Wang Bo distributing the seeds, they came over to help. Paul gave a wry smile: “Mr. Wang, I have to be upfront—this method of planting is the first I’ve ever seen. It’s very risky; the orchard may end up uneven.”

“The more important issue is that the seeds might not all germinate. Our company can guarantee that the seeds are currently vigorous, but once they’re in the soil, the results aren’t certain,” said the other technician.

Wang Bo was full of confidence: “As long as the seeds are vigorous now, they’ll all take root and sprout in my land! You don’t know—my soil is incredibly fertile.”

Hearing this, Paul’s smile grew even more bitter. As a landscaping expert, he could tell immediately from this sentence that his employer was an amateur.

Indeed, Wang Bo knew nothing about orchards. But he was an expert in using the Heart of the Lord. The spirit spring water he used came from secondary spirit spring sources, and it was extremely powerful.

He believed that soaking the seeds in the spirit spring water would guarantee they sprouted successfully. Of course, some would grow unevenly—that was inevitable. But so what? He could hire a team later to correct any irregularities.

Once the seeds sprouted, they would become saplings.

Clear, icy-cold spirit spring water was poured into the foam boxes. Next came the land preparation: plowing all the former farmland, re-ridging it, and preparing it for the fruit trees.

This was done with machinery. He enlisted Mondo’s help and arranged for a rotary tiller, plow, and seeder.

To ensure the seeds remained active, they needed to soak in the spirit spring water as long as possible, giving enough time to plow and ridge the fields.

Mondo had a rotary tiller at home, so he drove the machine to help. Of course, Wang Bo paid for it—plowing 900+ acres cost 18,000 yuan.

The enormous rotary tiller rumbled across the land like a prehistoric beast. Wang Bo opened the farm gates, and the sled dogs rushed in immediately, heading straight for the villa, barking loudly.

“What are they doing? Did someone come in?” Mondo asked after jumping off the machine.

At first, Wang Bo worried too. But carefully approaching and peeking inside, he found no signs that anyone was living there.

The sled dogs continued barking, their eyes full of longing.

Then Wang Bo realized the truth. He gathered the dogs and sighed: “Stop barking, my darlings. Your old dad isn’t coming back to feed you anymore.”

Mondo asked what he meant. Wang Bo explained: “These dogs were rescued by Mr. Wensi—they were unwanted pups, and he raised them on goat milk and minced meat.”

Hearing this, Mondo was touched, looking at the sled dogs anxiously staring at the villa.

Wensi had already gone to Hawaii and might never return. These sled dogs were doomed never to see their old master again. Yet they didn’t know this—they kept barking as if calling could bring him back.

Wang Bo could guess that when they were pups, this was how they had attracted Mr. Wensi’s attention. Sled dogs were intelligent and had good memory—they remembered.

Fortunately, they were also playful. After barking for a while without seeing their master, they noticed the rotary tiller turning the soil, watched the dirt fly, and happily ran into the soft earth to play.

Mondo asked Wang Bo: “You’re really going to do an orchard? That’s a massive transformation. How much are you investing? By the way, where are the saplings?”

Wang Bo chuckled and pointed to the large foam boxes.

Mondo was puzzled: “What’s in there? Surely not saplings… how many could there be?”

“No, these are the oviparous form of the saplings—the seeds!”

“Whoa!” Mondo gasped. “You mean you’re starting an orchard with seeds? Are you joking?!”

Using only seeds would indeed be a joke—but Wang Bo wasn’t joking. With the spirit spring water, the seeds’ successful germination was guaranteed.

Unable to explain, Wang Bo shrugged casually: “Let’s see. Maybe God will favor me?”

Mondo twitched his mouth, thinking: Unless the Virgin Mary adopts you as her godson or Jesus Christ makes you his sworn brother, you’re just throwing money away.

But Wang Bo was not wasting money; he was serious about this. That afternoon, another super machine arrived—a fire-fighting truck from the town, a Power Dragon Fire Truck produced by the American Mighty Special Vehicle Manufacturing Company.

Mondo, Paul, and others were stunned. Seeing this huge machine with a high-pressure water cannon arrive at the farm, someone shouted: “What is this thing? For war?”

Wang Bo chuckled: “See, I prepared 500 tons of water. I want it evenly distributed over the orchard. How should I do it? Without a doubt, artificial rainfall is the best method.”

The Power Dragon’s water cannon could deliver water over 350 meters with high-pressure force—perfect for tossing the spirit spring water into the air.

“You country folks really know how to have fun,” Paul said. “Honestly, I’ve been in this business twenty years and I’ve never seen anyone start an orchard like this.”

Mondo muttered: “Wang, my friend, I have a feeling you’re going to be famous in Kulau… whether it’s the kind people admire or the kind people laugh at, I don’t know.”

The rotary tiller continued working. After the seeds soaked in spirit spring water for 24 hours, the next day the special seeder arrived to begin the grand construction of the orchard.