Chapter 89

The days spent working in the fields always seem to pass particularly quickly.

Tender green seedlings sprouted sturdy stalks, their tips heavy with ripe fruits. Rows of harvested stubble were shredded by a rotary tiller, blending seamlessly with the soil in a continuous cycle. After several rounds of planting, early summer quietly arrived.

During this time, the output of spiritual crops soared, and Ye “exploiter” Chen became less stingy. Beyond the initially designated harvest area for the divine beasts, he distributed additional spiritual crops to them whenever there was a large-scale harvest, akin to profit-sharing. The baby divine beasts and the old Yinglong enjoyed unlimited access to these crops, indulging freely.

Thanks to the abundant nourishment from the spiritual plants, Ying Long’s Neidan recovery was remarkable. Currently, it could sustain cloud-riding and rainmaking for over 15 minutes in one go. Combined with natural rainfall within the realm, irrigation was no longer a concern. Moreover, Ying Long’s previously decrepit appearance improved significantly, resembling someone in their seventies rather than their nineties. He had even discarded his cane and adult diapers. His intelligence also saw a sharp rise, leading to frequent battles of wits with his guardian, Hou Cub.

“Grandpa Long, where are you?” Hou Cub hopped around the yard, searching for someone.

Ying Long curled up in a large water jar in the corner of the yard, hugging his knees with his ears pressed against the jar wall, listening intently. His old eyes gleamed with sharpness.

Hou Cub, despite his babyish voice, spoke with a sly tone. “Why are you hiding, huh? Did you cause trouble again?”

…This damn brat! Cold sweat dripped from Ying Long as his spiritual energy grew chaotic. A stray wisp of spiritual energy gathered into a small rain cloud above the jar.

Rumble, rumble, rumble! Thunder rolled within the micro storm cloud, which was about the size of a basketball. Although the noise was as faint as a hiccup, it was enough to expose Ying Long’s hiding spot.

Hou Cub tiptoed to the edge of the water jar.

Ying Long: “…”

Suddenly, three crisp knocks sounded against the jar’s wall.

Knock, knock, knock.

Hou Cub grinned cheekily. “Gotcha!”

Ying Long: “Ahhhhh!”

“…Hou Hou, don’t scare people.” Ye Chen happened to pass by and tugged on the rabbit-like ears of Hou Cub. “If Grandpa Long doesn’t want to come out, let him stay in the jar.”

Hou Cub quickly dropped the stone in his hand, clasped his little chubby hands behind his back, and sulked. “Got it, Chen Chen Gege… Are you and Feng Feng Gege going out?”

“Yes,” Ye Chen nodded. “We’re heading to the factory for a check.”

——Not long ago, Shen Mofeng had acquired a near-bankrupt craft manufacturing factory under the name of the Chenfeng Health Co., Ltd. Located in a small town on the southeastern coast known for its handcrafts, the factory spanned over 3,000 square meters and came with pre-existing employees, dormitories, a cafeteria, a community center, and various workshops. It was equipped with essential machinery such as CNC lathes, sanding machines, and edge banders, capable of processing a wide range of materials like jade and wood. Ye Chen only needed to purchase a few additional small machines or components to start production.

During the factory acquisition, Bai Ze leveraged Zhang Zhaoqian’s network to secure second-class medical device and health product production permits for Ye Chen, turning the once-shady, uncertified workshop into a legitimate operation. Meanwhile, Zhang Zhaoqian began privately researching the spiritual plants from the Mountain and Sea Realm, attempting to use modern scientific theories to analyze the health benefits they provided.

With the factory aiding production, Li Li retired from his roles as a carpenter and excavator driver, becoming the workshop director and design supervisor instead. He now provided technical guidance to the factory workers, occasionally rolling out new product designs. The burly man, resembling a human tower, spent his days elegantly sketching blueprints in the factory office.

As for the crucial financial operations, Ye Chen entrusted them to Zhou Buchu, who no longer had to wield a hoe while analyzing global trade trends. Fu Xi, who had previously trained customer service staff, continued handling HR management. He commuted daily between the coastal factory and an office near the capital using the Chaos Mark, inspecting employee performance. The diligent and reliable Qiu Niu took on the role of warehouse manager, transporting raw materials from the Mountain and Sea Realm to the factory and delivering finished products to the office for shipment…

The non-crucial positions within the company were all handled by mortal employees. These employees were entirely unaware of the company’s secrets, only knowing that the free meals provided were absurdly delicious. People who usually ate just one bowl of rice could eat three bowls in the company cafeteria. If not for the divine combination of Shennong’s bloodline and tractor-level efficiency, theChenfeng Health Co., Ltd might have gone bankrupt from feeding its staff.

Ye Chen wore a deep blue coarse work uniform, paired with a matching baseball cap and a dust mask. Beside him, Shen Mofeng was dressed identically. Despite the loose and bulky nature of the uniform, it couldn’t hide Shen Mofeng’s tall and lean figure. His shirt buttons weren’t fully done up, revealing a glimpse of his collarbones and faint traces of his chest muscles, exuding an alluring charm.

“Careful not to catch a cold.” Ye Chen glanced at him, dutifully helping him button up.

“Chen Chen,” Shen Mofeng murmured ambiguously, briefly gripping Ye Chen’s wrist, his tone laden with implications.

Ye Chen, already slender, seemed to have lost even more weight recently. Whether it was from juggling the new company with his acting career or being utterly drained by Shen Mofeng night after night, his wrists had grown even more delicate.

The two headed toward the Chaos Mark leading to the factory. As Ye Chen brushed off Shen Mofeng’s hand, he muttered softly, “You promised you’d give it a rest this week.”

His insistence wasn’t without reason—Shen Mofeng, once he had a taste, turned into an insatiable beast. Night and day blurred for him; the moment he caught Ye Chen alone, he’d drag him off to do you-know-what. At first, Ye Chen found it exciting and thrilling, easily succumbing to Shen Mofeng’s teasing. But as time went on, the relentless frequency began to wear him out. After all, Ye Chen was only human, while Shen Mofeng was… well, essentially a beast.

So, on Monday, Ye Chen had put his foot down, demanding a week’s reprieve—not just for himself but for the bed as well. Yet here it was, only Thursday, and Shen Mofeng was already itching with impatience.

Ye Chen, resolute, said, “Three more days.”

Shen Mofeng, cigarette between his lips, exhaled lightly and said, “Awuuu.”

Ye Chen shuddered at the sound, pressing his waist and lamenting, “If you keep this up, I’ll end up with kidney deficiency. Do you want me to suffer from frequent urination, urgency, incomplete voiding, nocturnal trips, or weak streams? Those things cost a fortune to treat and might not even work.”

Shen Mofeng was momentarily stunned by this rapid-fire barrage of “kidney deficiency symptoms.”

Ye Chen’s ears turned red as he added, “Besides, haven’t I given you alternatives? You need to use them instead of relying solely on me…”

“I have been,” Shen Mofeng lazily exhaled another puff of smoke. “Soaked goji berries and everything.”

Ye Chen paused for a moment. “You’re using… a cup to soak goji berries?”

Shen Mofeng smirked mockingly. “Isn’t that healthy?”

Ye Chen: “…”

The two passed through the Chaos Mark and entered the factory warehouse, an area off-limits to mortal employees. Shen Mofeng stubbed out his cigarette, picked it up, and pocketed it. Then, grabbing Ye Chen by the collar of his work uniform, he pulled him into a dimly lit corner behind the shelves. Tilting his head, he nibbled on Ye Chen’s neck twice and murmured, “Why don’t you just take some vitality pills afterward? Or use the Sheqing ointment? What’s so exhausting about it?”

“It’s not just about being tired,” Ye Chen said, shrinking into the corner of the shelves. He quipped, “I’m starting to feel like I’m getting calluses down there… And you’re laughing? Imagine if I just kept rubbing your arm back and forth for hours—how would you feel?”

The author has something to say:

Shen Ge: Make yourself clear—what exactly is getting callused?

Poor Chenchen, in order not to be f’d to death even bought a toy for his husband…

The time-skipping technique has now been activated. Well, there you go—one factory scene resolved in a single chapter. Short it may be, but progress has been made.