The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 349 - Stinky Tofu Mission

?”Yuvyuv! Recycle all this stinky tofu!” Su Ming called out urgently.

“Sorry, you can only retrieve them after they've been completely harvested!”

He had to harvest a total of 50 chickens.

He felt as if he was about to lose his sense of smell.

Unable to stand the odor any longer, Su Ming resorted to using a pair of tongs to pinch his nose.

It took a considerable amount of time, but he finally managed to harvest all 50 chickens.

After the task was done, Su Ming was far from pleased.

It was only after a lengthy rest that he began to feel like himself again.

Despite the System's occasional unreliability, its products were always top-notch.

In the past, he had consumed items with special effects that enhanced his attributes.

Could this stinky tofu have similar properties?

If so, then it wasn't a loss after all.

Su Ming stroked his chin, pondering. Stinky tofu might smell foul, but it tasted great.

He wasn't a regular eater of stinky tofu, but he didn't dislike it.

Perhaps it did have some unique benefits?

With that thought, Su Ming opened his bag.

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He wasn't paying much attention.

As soon as he tossed the chickens into the bag,

the stinky tofu would be automatically sealed and vacuum-packed.

There was also a small box of toothpicks nearby.

Intent on sampling the tofu, Su Ming carried the bag back to the front door of his villa. But instead of going straight in, he stripped off all his clothes at the doorstep.

Wearing only his underwear, he entered the house—there was no one else around, after all.

He then changed into a fresh set of clothes and came out holding a pair of scissors and an empty bowl.

He snipped open the bag and tipped out a few chunks of stinky tofu, releasing a pungent aroma.

Grabbing a toothpick, he speared a piece of tofu and popped it into his mouth.

The flavor was surprisingly good!

Yet, he gained nothing from it.

Was this just ordinary stinky tofu?

Tasty as it was, it seemed to have no practical use.

He decided to exchange the stinky tofu for points.

As Su Ming contemplated this, he prepared to convert them all into points.

“Your wish has been granted. You've triggered a mission: Sell Stinky Tofu! Participation is optional, not mandatory.”

“You can choose to directly recycle the stinky tofu for one point per serving, or opt to sell it for two points per serving!”

Just as Su Ming was preparing to redeem his points, a notification chimed in his mind.

He paused, momentarily taken aback.

?After a careful estimation, Su Ming figured that each chicken could yield about five servings of stinky tofu.

With 50 chickens, that would total approximately 250 servings of stinky tofu.

If he were to collect all the stinky tofu, he would only earn 250 points.

Since the breeding zone had been upgraded previously, it was at a relatively high level.

Thus, whether upgrading the breeding house or the control panel, the points required were substantial.

However, selling all the stinky tofu could net him 500 points.

And to upgrade the control panel from Level One to Level Two, he only needed 300 points!

How could a farmer not sell his produce?

Having made his decision, there was no room for hesitation.

But he needed a location to sell his goods.

This was a major city.

Though officials had now allowed street vending, enabling anyone to set up a stall, he lacked the necessary equipment.

?He needed to purchase a small cart.

He also required a business license and a health certificate.

“Don't worry, the certificate has been automatically generated!” the System assured him.

At that moment, another alert sounded in his mind.

Su Ming was startled again; he didn't own a vehicle.

After some thought, Su Ming dialed the number of the seed shop owner.

The owner was perplexed upon receiving the call.

Mr. Su was asking for a vending cart?

What was Mr. Su up to?

But without probing further, the owner agreed promptly.

In under thirty minutes, a vehicle pulled up to the curb, towing a small cart behind it.

“Mr. Su,” greeted the owner cheerfully as he stepped out of the car. “Are you pleased? This is an electric tricycle you can ride. Your certificate is ready, and there's a gas tank underneath. I've also picked up a few small items for you.”

?”Perfect,” Su Ming nodded, quite content.

?”Mr. Su,” the owner inquired with curiosity, “what are you planning to do?”

“I'm going to sell stinky tofu,” Su Ming replied honestly.

?”You're selling stinky tofu?” The owner's eyes bulged in surprise.

?He owned such a vast plot of land in the heart of the city and yet he was choosing to sell stinky tofu!

?Mr. Su surely had his reasons!

He couldn't pry further.

Once Su Ming handed over the money, the boss departed promptly.

Su Ming retrieved the stinky tofu from inside the villa and packed it into his car.

He shut the gate behind him and headed straight for the market.

Su Ming was a regular at this market in the past.

Initially, anyone could set up a stall there.

However, that changed, and setting up stalls was no longer permitted.

It became a daily occurrence for vendors and city officials to be embroiled in disputes.

One side was fighting for their livelihood, while the other was focused on urban development.