A young man from another world returned to his hometown.

Chapter 45 Cold Storage Construction Begins

"Come on, I'll let you eat your fill today."

Lin Yan grabbed her hand and rushed into the night market.

He stuffed a freshly grilled skewer into her mouth.

"Open your mouth!"

"ah."

Syl obediently opened his mouth.

The aroma of meat exploded in my mouth.

Syl's eyes lit up.

"So...so delicious!!!"

She took big bites.

Her cheeks were bulging.

Lin Yan looked at her with a smile.

"Eat more, don't worry about your figure, you're healthiest the way you are right now."

With his mouth full, Sir mumbled his reply.

"Uh-huh."

Night was falling.

The sea breeze blows, carrying a gentle salty scent.

Syl held a cup of milk tea in both hands and sipped it in big gulps.

Lin Yan couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek.

"Um?"

With a straw in his mouth, Siel looked up in confusion.

"It's nothing."

Lin Yan said with a smile.

"I just think my wife is especially adorable today."

Syl's ears turned red again.

She smiled, pursing her lips.

The two were walking.

"Whoosh! Bang!"

A firework bursts into a dazzling display in the night sky.

"what!"

Followed by.

One after another, they bloomed continuously on the sea surface.

The entire night sky was lit up.

Syl stood blankly on the boardwalk, looking up.

"Honey……"

Those eyes, sparkling with starlight from the fireworks, looked at Lin Yan.

"Honey."

"Um?"

"This is... the perfect date."

……

Before you know it, it's time to harvest the March Red flowers.

It was early morning, before the sky was fully light.

On the newly paved road at the cold storage base, a group of people were walking; they were all women left behind in the surrounding villages.

They were wearing multiple layers of clothing; people in this area generally don't have winter coats.

"How cold do you think it must be in this cold storage?"

"My husband said it will freeze, and I heard that your hands and feet will freeze stiff."

"I'm wearing three pairs of pants, I don't know if that's enough."

When they arrived at the entrance of the cold storage, everyone was stunned.

The cold storage base is very impressive, with white-painted steel structure exterior walls and a sign at the entrance that reads "Tiancun Agricultural Products Cold Chain Center".

There are two cold storage facilities, one next to a lychee grove and the other next to a national highway.

The lychee trees near this place can be sorted and stored as soon as the fruit is picked.

Lin Jiayao was standing there, with a long table behind him, on which were stacks of vacuum bags.

Good morning, ladies!

Lin Jiayao nodded to them.

"Before everyone goes into the cold storage, let's distribute the work equipment."

"Work equipment?"

Someone in the crowd muttered to themselves.

"What kind of work equipment do you need? Isn't a sleeve and gloves enough?"

"One set per person, just sign and put your fingerprint."

"What is this?"

"Winter clothing"

Lin Jiayao said with a smile.

"Auntie, please open it and take a look."

"It's made of 3M's high-tech cotton, so it won't feel cold even in sub-zero temperatures, and it also keeps you warm when you sweat."

A man who had worked away from home came over for a look and exclaimed in amazement.

"Wow, this fabric must cost at least several thousand dollars!"

The aunt's hand trembled slightly.

"Several... several thousand?"

"Manager Lin, this...isn't this a mistake? How can we, the workers, wear this?"

"No mistake."

Lin Jiayao smiled and shook his head.

"And gloves and boots."

The aunt was speechless with emotion.

The middle-aged women who were receiving the equipment at the back opened the vacuum bags one by one.

Each time a bag is opened, there is a hissing sound.

"My God..."

"This...this quality..."

The atmosphere in the crowd gradually shifted from initial tension to an indescribable awkwardness.

Throughout their lives, they have always worked hard, adapting to harsh environments.

But today.

They were shocked by the expensive work safety equipment.

Inside the cold storage.

The first batch of March Red lychees picked from the lychee orchard has been delivered.

Basket after basket of bright red lychees were pushed into the sorting workshop by workers.

The temperature in the workshop was set to five degrees Celsius.

However, the workers wearing custom-made winter clothing did not feel cold at all.

On the assembly line, sorting, detangle, and packing are carried out.

Grandpa Tree changed into a white work uniform and was also working among the crowd.

At his age, he doesn't need to be on the front lines at all, but he insists on working alongside everyone.

"this!"

He suddenly stopped a basket on the assembly line.

"Lihua, bring this basket of fruit here."

The aunt came over.

"Grandpa Tree, what's wrong?"

"Look for yourself, see if the fruit has any cracks."

"Yes... a little bit."

"Then, which grade should this kind of fruit be classified as?"

"Substandard..."

"How did it end up in the premium-grade basket?"

The aunt scratched her head.

"Grandpa Tree, it's just a tiny crack, not very noticeable. Besides, it's only this one, it should be..."

"Should be what?"

Grandpa Tree didn't get angry; he simply poured the entire basket of freshly sorted lychees back to the starting point of the assembly line.

"Re-divide."

"what?"

The aunt was dumbfounded and couldn't help but mutter something.

"Picking them one by one is such a hassle. Don't fruit merchants just dump them all in one basket when they come to collect them? We never had to go through this much trouble when we picked them up under the trees before."

Grandpa Tree didn't say anything; he slowly walked up to Auntie.

"Lihua".

Grandpa Tree waved the lychees in front of her.

"Do you see this fruit?"

The aunt nodded.

"If it were to sneak into the premium category and be shipped to the export boxes, and its appearance were found to be substandard, the other party would simply say, 'Tamura lychees are no good,' and then they would send the entire batch of lychees back, and all our efforts for the year would be wasted."

"Uncle Tree continued," he said.

"If you try to fool us, you'll ruin our Tamura brand. If you want to do this, then set up the rules for me."

The aunt took a deep breath, then turned around and rolled up her sleeves.

"Uncle Tree, I'll redistribute it."

Inside the workshop, the sound of the assembly line began to fill the air again.

But this time, everyone was exceptionally serious.

Lunchtime.

Uncle Han and Grandma pushed in two insulated buckets.

"Time for soup! Come on over, everyone, drink some ginger soup to warm yourselves up."

I didn't feel it when I was focused on working on the assembly line, but now that I've stopped to rest, my hands and feet are starting to feel stiff.

The aunt took a bowl of ginger soup.

I took a small sip carefully.

"Um……?"

She paused for a moment, wondering what to say about this bowl of ginger soup.

A warm current flowed down her throat, and her rheumatic and stiff hands actually... became more flexible.

The aunt stared wide-eyed and moved her arm in disbelief.

"That's strange..."

She muttered to herself.

"This soup...it tastes so comforting..."

The woman next to me also stopped drinking.

"I think so too..."

"My old back... feels much better..."

Not far away, Lin Yan and Xier stood at the door of the lounge.

Lin Yan looked down at his wife and reached out to pinch her soft cheek.

"My wife is the best boss lady."

"I...I just added a drop of the Fountain of Life to the soup...it's nothing serious..."

She defended herself in a low voice.