Zhang's Education

[An extra chapter for Alliance Leader Snoopy]

After Zhang Han left, Wang Juan called Ziyan several times. She finally got through on the sixth attempt.

Wang Juan said bitterly, "I'm sorry, Young Miss. I couldn't stop Mr. Zhang. He took Mengmeng out."

"Mm, I know."

Ziyan said that and hung up.

She was walking toward her office. She had confirmed the matter of filming the MV with Mei Qi. She could arrange it, but only with a secondary team. The best teams had all gone to help Xu Ruoyu.

Mei Qi had even advised her to release the album a little later and not rush, but Ziyan refused outright. Sometimes, she was just as stubborn as Zhang Han. Once she hit a wall, she refused to turn back.

After returning to her office, Ziyan called Zhang Han.

At that moment, Zhang Han had just reached downstairs with Little Princess. Seeing that Ziyan was calling, he hung up immediately.

"Hm? He hung up on me?" Ziyan seethed and called again.

The phone was hung up again before it rang for two seconds. When she called once more, it indicated that the phone had been turned off.

"Bastard! What a stubborn bastard!"

Ziyan gritted her teeth furiously!

Mengmeng had already been taken out, and Ziyan did not want to say anything else. She only wanted to remind Zhang Han not to let Mengmeng get sunburned. After all, New Moon Mountain was a vast open area.

Zhang Han was direct and decisive. With an indifferent expression, he switched off his phone and slipped it into his pocket.

He had assumed Ziyan was calling to demand an explanation. Ignoring all that, he intended to give Mengmeng some Zhang-style education.

"Mengmeng, is Aunt Wang usually nice to you?" Zhang Han asked with a light chuckle.

"She's, she's okay," Mengmeng answered in her childish voice.

"Then why did you call her an old witch? You even wanted Daddy to hit her?" Zhang Han asked softly.

"Because, because she wouldn't let Mengmeng go out to play. Mengmeng doesn't like her anymore," Mengmeng said, pouting.

"Mengmeng." Zhang Han looked at Little Princess and said solemnly, "You can't act like that in the future. You have to learn to respect people, understand?"

"I understand." Mengmeng's voice sounded a little downcast.

This was the first time Daddy had scolded her. Hmph. She was unhappy.

"Daddy isn't scolding you. Even though they're all ants, you have to respect those who treat you well. As for people who treat you badly, you can curse them however you want. You don't even need to say anything—your daddy will deal with them for you," Zhang Han said with a smile.

"Daddy, I understand." Mengmeng did not seem to know whether she understood. She pursed her lips and nodded seriously.

"Good girl. Daddy will buy you ice cream in a little while." Zhang Han rubbed Mengmeng's head.

"Yay! I want a big ice cream. Mengmeng wants to eat it with Daddy." Mengmeng beamed.

Zhang Han picked up Little Princess and settled her in the back seat before driving away from Cloud Sound Garden.

"Mengmeng, remember what Daddy just told you."

Afraid that Mengmeng would forget, Zhang Han could not help repeating himself. "That saying goes, 'If someone respects me by an inch, I'll respect them by a yard.' It means that if someone gives you an inch of respect, you should give them a yard in return."

This was also one of Zhang Han's principles. Back in the Cultivation World, people had shown Zhang Han immense respect, and the rewards he gave them afterward had been enough to support them for hundreds of years. It followed the same principle.

"However." Zhang Han changed his tone, adding a hint of dominance. "There's another saying: 'If someone destroys a grain of mine, I'll destroy ten thousand bushels of theirs!' It means that if someone maliciously destroys even a little of your property, you should destroy ten thousand times as much of theirs!"

The original saying was, "If someone destroys a grain of mine, I'll destroy three bushels of theirs." In Zhang Han's version, it had directly become "I'll destroy ten thousand bushels of theirs."

It was just like when Zhang Han had single-handedly crushed those ten super sects. They had joined forces and, while Zhang Han was away, looted the treasures from one of his palaces. At that time, Zhang Han had rarely made a move in the Cultivation World, so no one knew how high his cultivation was.

Thus, Zhang Han had let the world see his cultivation. With an invincible bearing, he had suppressed ten super sects. Few people could achieve such a feat.

Zhang Han's words were rather profound. Mengmeng did not quite understand them, but she still nodded seriously and said in her childish voice,

"I, I know, Daddy."

"Mm." Zhang Han smiled faintly. "Good. But remember this saying too. It means, 'You are all ants, but if you respect me by an inch, I'll respect you by a yard; if you destroy a grain of mine, I'll destroy ten thousand bushels of yours. Come, repeat it after me."

"You are all ants!" Mengmeng remembered that part quite clearly, but she could not quite recall what came afterward. She mumbled incoherently, looking anxious.

Zhang Han told her the sentence piece by piece, and Mengmeng finally said in her childish voice,

"You, you respect me by an inch, so I'll give you a yard back. You... destroy a grain of mine, so I'll... destroy ten thousand bushels of yours!"

"That's right." Zhang Han burst out laughing. Just then, he passed a parking lot, so he pulled over and stopped the car. "Daddy will carry you to buy some ice cream. It's your reward for being a good girl."

"Wow, yay! Ice cream!" Mengmeng laughed happily and waved her little hands around.

Zhang Han carried Little Princess to buy an ice cream. Mengmeng happily took two bites, then gave a few bites to Daddy.

Zhang Han did not hold back either and finished a third of it in two bites.

"Huh?"

Mengmeng stared blankly at the ice cream, now reduced to only a third.

"Wow, that's delicious. You eat too, Mengmeng," Zhang Han said, suppressing his laughter.

"Oh." Mengmeng nodded blankly and began eating it one tiny bite at a time.

"Hahahaha..."

Looking at Mengmeng's adorable appearance, Zhang Han laughed heartily.

In truth, he did not like ice cream that was overly sweet. He had eaten two-thirds of it because he did not want Mengmeng to eat too much.

Zhang Han drove toward the seed cultivation base in the southern district.

In Hong Kong, ingredients such as rice and flour were generally imported, and very little was grown locally. Zhang Han had spent more than half an hour searching that morning before finding a seed base.

Today, Zhang Han planned to begin growing green ingredients. With the nourishment of Spirit Soil and Spirit Water, the growth cycles of all kinds of ingredients would be greatly shortened. Moreover, once they matured, the ingredients would remain in their most perfect state without being harvested, until they were finally picked.

This was one of the powerful functions of Spirit Water and Spirit Soil.

"Hello, sir. What would you like to buy?" a middle-aged man said as he came over.

The seed cultivation base did not only grow crops itself; it was also Hong Kong's largest wholesale supplier. It sold all kinds of grain. The facility was located farther inside the southern district, built against the mountain. A large flat area lay behind it, along with quite a few spacious tents.

"I'd like to buy some seeds," Zhang Han replied.

"Seeds?" The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback. He had assumed Zhang Han was there to buy grain wholesale, but he had come for seeds instead. Customers generally did not buy many seeds. After all, ordinary people in Hong Kong usually did not own enough land for farming, so the man's smile faded somewhat.

"What brands of rice seeds do you have? Which ones are better?" Zhang Han asked.

"Are you planning to grow them yourself?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Yes."

"We have many seed brands here, both domestic and foreign. I'll get the list for you to look over."

The middle-aged man said this and turned to take a list from the front desk.

Zhang Han glanced over it. He had never heard of most of them, but when he saw one name, he pointed at it and said, "I'll take Wuchang Daohua Xiang Rice."

"Oh, you're an expert." The middle-aged man smiled in surprise. "Looks like you know a bit about rice. Wuchang Daohua Xiang Rice is a general term for a type of rice grown in Wuchang, Harbin, H Province, on the mainland, as well as the rice milled from it."

The middle-aged man briefly introduced it. "We have Daohua Xiang No. 2 Rice here. It's fragrant and sweet, has a good texture, and doesn't harden after cooling."

"Daohua Xiang is a long-grain fragrant rice. Even the rice seedlings give off a fragrance. The rice itself is also very fragrant, and cooking it produces a delicate aroma. Wuchang Daohua Xiang Rice is renowned throughout the country and is currently one of the highest-grade varieties of rice."

"Mm." Zhang Han nodded indifferently.

After finishing his introduction, the middle-aged man said, "Wuchang Daohua Xiang Rice is also more expensive. On the mainland, genuine Daohua Xiang costs over twenty yuan per half-kilogram. Even in H Province, it costs more than ten yuan. Here in Hong Kong, it reaches fifty yuan per half-kilogram, and that's assuming you can even buy the genuine product. Most of what's on the market is mixed with other rice. Growing it yourself, as you intend to do, is certainly the most reassuring option."

"Mm. Price doesn't matter. Just get me the seeds," Zhang Han said with a nod.

"All right." The middle-aged man took out a pen and paper. "How much do you need, sir?"

"An area of around two hundred square meters," Zhang Han replied after thinking.

The rice paddy he had set aside covered around two hundred square meters. The wheat field was about the same size. These were the crops he intended to grow first.

"Two hundred square meters? That's not small!" A strange look flashed across the middle-aged man's face. "Two hundred square meters is about one-third of a mu. One mu is six hundred and sixty-six square meters, and one mu of Daohua Xiang can produce around eight hundred jin of rice. Two hundred square meters should yield roughly two hundred and thirty jin. I'll write you an order for two hundred square meters. Here in Hong Kong, with good conditions, rice can be grown three times a year. By the way, are you planning to plant soon? We also have Daohua Xiang seedlings. You can plant them as soon as you take them home, and they're guaranteed to be genuine. They're just slightly more expensive."

"Then I'll take the seedlings. Price doesn't matter," Zhang Han replied.

"Good. I'll write up an order for two hundred square meters," the middle-aged man said with a nod.

"Besides rice, I also need some wheat seeds." Zhang Han thought for a moment before speaking.

"You also want wheat? Which brand, and how much?" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up.

Five minutes later, the middle-aged man wrote up another order, this one for wheat seeds covering two hundred square meters.

"I also need some corn seeds," Zhang Han said.

"Corn? We have ordinary corn, sweet corn, and waxy corn..."

The middle-aged man wrote up another order. Zhang Han wanted some of all three varieties, but not much—enough for roughly forty or fifty square meters.