The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 474 - An Unreasonable Middleaged Woman

The middle-aged woman was on the ground, rolling and sobbing uncontrollably.

“I'm in so much pain, I can't move. I need to get to a hospital! You're all doomed! Treating my injuries will cost at least hundreds of thousands of yuan!”

Despite appearing to be in agonizing pain, the woman was secretly thrilled. In these times, those who refrained from retaliating in a fight could win substantial compensation. If she could pocket hundreds of thousands of yuan just for taking a beating, it was an opportunity too good to pass up.

Yet, the band members nearby remained utterly unfazed. Ordinary folks might have been intimidated, but these musicians were no strangers to the nightlife and the troublesome characters that came with it. They were well-equipped to handle her antics.

Just then, the man who had gone into the kitchen emerged, clutching two thermoses.

“My rheumatism is flaring up. My legs are killing me! Help me out, I need to soak my feet.”

The others readily agreed, nodding in unison, “No problem.”

One of them grabbed the thermoses, feigning a burn, and with a yell of “It's scalding!” he hurled them into the air.

The thermoses traced an elegant arc before shattering next to the woman, their contents spilling out.

Filled with boiling water, the thermoses were a deterrent; the woman was after money, but not at the cost of lying in scalding liquid.

She leaped to her feet, seething with rage, and pointed accusingly at them.

“Still feel like lying down? I've got plenty more thermoses where that came from.” The man retorted, brandishing several more. The woman tilted her head, peeking inside the room, and froze.

Through the crack in the door, she saw the kitchen floor littered with thermoses, and two large pots brimming with boiling water.

“We'll see about this!” she fumed.

Clutching a rolling pin, she threatened them, preparing to storm off.

But as she turned to leave, she felt a sudden emptiness in her grip. Looking down, she realized the rolling pin had vanished.

“We're just about to make dumplings. We were short on kitchen knives, and now rolling pins too. But it looks like we're all set now.”

“Time to wrap some dumplings.”

Frustrated yet powerless, the middle-aged woman could only stomp her foot in vexation and retreat.

The middle-aged man approached cautiously and inquired, “Honey, are you alright?”

The middle-aged woman yelled back, “Get out of here!”

Her voice was so powerful it seemed to shake the very walls.

No sooner had she spoken than a blast of music erupted from the house across the hall.

The entire family was plagued with dark circles under their eyes, looking utterly exhausted. Sleep had eluded them completely.

Earlier, they had glimpsed several boxes of coffee through the peephole in the door of the opposite house. It appeared those neighbors had no intention of sleeping.

“I'll go down and get some earplugs,” he declared.

At his wit's end, the middle-aged man clenched his jaw, rose to his feet, and descended the stairs to purchase earplugs.

They had a history of disturbing others, but now they were getting a taste of their own medicine.

The family of three retreated to the furthest room, stuffed their ears, and braced themselves for sleep.

They were simply too exhausted. To their surprise, they found the blaring music somewhat lulling.

But just as they were drifting off, an even louder disturbance shattered the peace.

A sudden pounding resonated through the space.

“What on earth are they doing?”

“Do they have any regard for our lives?”

The trio sat bolt upright, the dark circles under their eyes even more pronounced.

Every Vibrating Motor in the building below was activated, filling the air with incessant rumbling.

Upstairs, the electric drill joined the cacophony.

They could have tolerated the music's sedative quality, but these two new intrusions were intolerable due to their sheer volume.

Eventually, the family could stand no more. They grabbed their IDs and sought refuge in a nearby hotel. Only there did they finally find sleep.

Unbeknownst to them, Su Ming was oblivious to their plight.

He intended for them to learn a lesson and face the consequences of their inconsiderate behavior.

Meanwhile, Su Ming was out in the fields, working hard in just a tank top.

Despite the chill of the late autumn evening and the low temperature, many people had bundled up in warm clothing.

But Su Ming, with his enhanced physique and improved health, felt no cold.

After mopping the sweat from his brow with a towel, Su Ming opened his takeout. The lid lifted, releasing a wave of spicy aroma.

Ravenous from the day's labor, he eagerly dug into the rice and meat, devouring it hungrily.

The rice was deliciously fragrant, spicy, and utterly scrumptious.

Su Ming was thoroughly enjoying his meal when, out of the blue, a flash of light caught his attention. He paused, momentarily taken aback.

As Su Ming turned his head, the several Dangerous Sweet Potatoes beside him emitted a blinding glow.

Su Ming jumped, his mind racing. Were they about to explode?

Instinctively, he thought to duck for cover, but then, reconsidering, he quickly safeguarded the boiled beef he was savoring.

Thankfully, no disaster ensued.

The light vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and everything was back to normal.

Su Ming blinked, peering down to investigate. The bomb that was once there had vanished, leaving a hole in its stead.

He stood there, momentarily lost in thought.

His appetite had waned, so he gingerly set the boiled beef down on his makeshift stone table and rushed out to the fields.

What could it be this time?

Curiosity swelled in Su Ming's chest. Upon arriving at the field, he bent down for a closer look.

What was this curious object?

It was a small, round thing, somewhat endearing in appearance.

Su Ming reached into the hole and retrieved it.

No larger than a chestnut, it was adorably fuzzy.

Su Ming blinked, racking his brain for any relevant information.

If he wasn't mistaken, this creature bore a renowned name.

It was none other than the legendary social icon, Peppa Pig.