Chapter 95: Wasting Nothing

It could be said that Liu Heming had a joyful harvest this time, and because the Bear Kids performed exceptionally well, their work finished earlier than planned.

Liu Heming was very happy. He was short on money, and now these sweet potatoes had given him a big harvest. However, he also felt a little troubled about how to sell these sweet potatoes.

It was Sasha’s question today that reminded him. He didn’t know whether these sweet potatoes had ever existed on Earth. What worried him was whether selling these sweet potatoes was legal, and also what price to sell them for.

“What are you thinking about? Shouldn’t you be happy today?” Seeing Liu Heming return looking worried, Sasha asked curiously.

She had recently noticed something: the more she learned about Liu Heming, the less she understood him.

The first thing she couldn’t figure out was Liu Heming’s attitude toward money.

At first, in her perception, Liu Heming seemed extremely money-driven. But after he saw Alex, he put money aside.

The second thing she couldn’t understand was how quickly Liu Heming blended in with others.

When coming to a foreign country, there’s always a period of adjustment. At first, Liu Heming couldn’t even speak English smoothly, but now he not only spoke it fluently but also got along so well with the people in Xiangshui Town.

This might partly be because he gave water to everyone for irrigation, but she felt that was only part of the reason. In her view, even if she went to a unfamiliar town herself, it would be hard to adapt as effortlessly as Liu Heming did.

Liu Heming shared his concerns with Sasha. He really had no other choice; he couldn’t just let this money-making opportunity slip away.

Frowning and thinking carefully for a moment, Sasha smiled. It was like a hundred flowers blooming, making Liu Heming stare blankly again.

She shot him an annoyed look, tucked her hair behind her ear, and said, “We can send these sweet potatoes to the United States Department of Agriculture for identification. If they can’t determine the variety, then you can have the naming rights.”

“Selling them is simple too, but I suggest you get them fully tested. I always feel very comfortable after eating them. They’re also very thirst-quenching. If made into fruit juice, they should sell very well in summer.”

Liu Heming blinked. Sasha’s words left him confused. He understood the literal meaning, but was it really that simple to just send them to the Department of Agriculture?

Seeing Liu Heming’s expression, Sasha shook her head helplessly. “Leave it to me. Pack them up later, and I’ll mail them to my friend. She works at the Department of Agriculture.”

Liu Heming was overjoyed. It seemed having connections made all the difference. At least having someone on the inside made things easier. The identity issue of the sweet potatoes was solved.

He wasn’t someone who kept his thoughts hidden; his happiness and unhappiness were almost written on his face. Sasha found it amusing—one moment he was frowning and troubled, the next he was beaming, much like Alex when she smiled.

At that thought, Sasha paused and quickly pushed this “unwanted idea” out of her mind. She needed to reassess Liu Heming again—just a passerby with some connections.

Liu Heming had no idea what Sasha was thinking. Right now, he was happily imagining that he would have some income soon to ease his financial shortage. He wanted to thank the great System comrade; finally, he could see some real returns.

After his brief daydream, he called George. He needed to borrow his pickup truck in the afternoon; he couldn’t waste all those sweet potato vines in the field. Whether for the pigs, chickens, ducks, geese, or Charming Girl, they could all enjoy them.

Actually, he hadn’t paid much attention to the sweet potato field. The sweet potato vines were a bit old now; otherwise, he could have made some cold mixed sweet potato vine earlier—it tasted good and was said to have medicinal value.

George arrived quickly. He really didn’t have much to do now. Unlike farmers in China, who would think about planting the next crop after finishing one.

“Dexter, why did your sweet potatoes mature so early?” George asked curiously while loading the vines into the truck bed.

“Maybe it’s a new variety. Sasha said to send them to the Department of Agriculture for identification,” Liu Heming replied with a smile.

“That’s a good idea. These sweet potatoes taste great, like fruit. You could even have them evaluated to see if they meet USDA standards. If they qualify, these sweet potatoes could bring you a lot of money.”

“USDA? How is that evaluated?” Liu Heming became interested.

“Uh… I’m not really sure. I think they send people here to inspect. I just think your sweet potatoes are really excellent,” George said after thinking for a moment.

“That’s definitely something to consider,” Liu Heming said, stroking his chin.

USDA standards—that was a mark of status. His sweet potatoes were produced by the System, so he thought they might qualify. It seemed he still wasn’t fully adjusted to the lifestyle here; he hadn’t thought of these things himself and needed Sasha and George’s help.

There were indeed many sweet potato vines; they made several trips back and forth. For the chickens and pigs, it was easy—just throw the vines in, and they rushed over to eat. For the ducks and geese, it was a bit more work; they needed to chop the vines, otherwise their flat bills made it hard to eat.

“Dexter, you really don’t waste anything,” George said with a laugh.

“Haha, these are very tender, and they love them. Charming Girl likes them too, but she’s injured, so I have to pick the tenderest parts for her,” Liu Heming replied, smiling.

Livestock fed only on feed might grow fat, but their meat wouldn’t taste as good later. It was just that the chicks and ducklings were still small, and there were occasional wolves around, so he didn’t dare let them roam freely. Otherwise, he would have let them find their own food.

He selected some tender tips, gathered a big bunch, and carried them to the warehouse. When he arrived, Charming Girl snorted twice; even George could feel her happiness.

Just then, Alex wandered over, wearing her cute pajamas. She must have sneaked away from her nap.

The task of feeding Charming Girl was handed over to the little one; it was her favorite thing to do.

“Dexter, Charming Girl seems to be recovering well,” George said with a smile.

“I can only try to spend as much time with her as possible. But being confined here all the time, she’s suffered a lot,” Liu Heming sighed.

He didn’t know if it was the effect of the title the System gave him, but every time he came here, he felt he could sense the loneliness in Charming Girl’s heart.