After becoming rich overnight, I handed over the system.

Chapter 222 The First Step to Getting Rich

After being genetically modified, Ding Lan not only felt much stronger, but also felt that her mind was now clear, and all the drowsy feeling she used to have disappeared.

Lin Liuyi made an appointment with him to bring him food in the next few days, and then logged off.

Ding Lan used her enhanced eyesight after the modification to scan the reed marshes, and finally returned home satisfied with two wild duck eggs.

In the following days, the family did not notice any change in Ding Lan, except for Ding Daniu, who felt that her little cousin seemed less dull.

On this day, Ding Lanzang's persimmons finally ripened.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was home, he went to find Sister Da Niu first.

Ding Lan pulled Da Niu Jie to a corner of the yard. "Da Niu Jie, come here, I have something for you!"

"What's wrong, Zhuzi? Sister Danu still has to do the laundry. What do you have? Why don't you wait until Sister Danu finishes washing the clothes?"

The girl was a little reluctant; she still had a lot of work to do.

Ding Lan dragged Da Niu over, and Da Niu didn't even realize that she was being pulled by a small child.

The older girl wanted to persuade her younger brother again, but to her surprise, he pulled out two bright red persimmons from his pocket as if by magic.

Big Sister's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed in surprise, "Zhu Zi, where did you get these ripe persimmons?"

Ding Lan chuckled and said, "Big Sister, you forgot? You picked them for me. I cooked three, and they ripened after a few days. I brought them over as soon as possible, just waiting for us to eat them together."

"This, this isn't right. Zhu Zi, the best food in our house should be given to Grandpa and Grandma first!" Da Niu was initially delighted, but then she began to lecture Ding Lan.

Ding Lan was dumbfounded. He was anxious. He had given one of the persimmons to Da Niu Jie because she had helped him, so why did he give it to his grandparents first? There were only three in total. If he gave one to his grandparents, then he would have to give one to his parents, and then he would have none left!

Seeing Da Niu Jie's disapproving look, Ding Lan took a breath: "Da Niu Jie, we have to try it first. What if Grandpa and Grandma say something if it doesn't taste good? Don't worry, I have another one. If it tastes good, we'll leave that one for Grandpa and Grandma."

Ding Danu thought it made sense. Zhu Zi was right. If the persimmons didn't taste good, her grandparents would scold them.

"Then, let's try it first!"

Ding Lan was delighted and placed a persimmon in Da Niu's hand. That's more like it! She's been working so hard, how could she not even be allowed to eat a persimmon!

Da Niu smelled the aroma emanating from the persimmon in her hand and couldn't help but swallow. She carefully tore a small opening in it and then gently sucked on it, savoring the hard-won sweetness.

Ding Lan had already peeled off the persimmon stems, then quickly split the persimmon in half with her little hands, and stuffed one half into her mouth.

The eldest daughter saw that her cousin's persimmon juice was dripping down his face, and she felt it was a pity, such a waste.

After tasting the sweet persimmon, Da Niu reminded her that the persimmon was fine and not to forget to give the remaining one to her grandparents.

So after having another meal of wild vegetable soup for dinner that evening, Ding Lan gave the last ripe persimmon to her grandfather.

"Grandpa, these are some persimmons I picked, here you can have some!"

The people eating were surprised to see the little man suddenly take out a ripe persimmon, and they wondered where he had picked it up from.

Grandpa Ding patted his head. "Zhu Zi is such a good grandson of mine, but I won't eat it. I'll leave it for Zhu Zi!"

"Dad, if you're not going to eat it, why don't you give it to me?" Ding's father said, reaching out to take the persimmon away.

The two older brothers were still there, clamoring that they wanted to eat too.

At this moment, Da Niu became anxious, "Grandpa, this is what Zhu Zi left for you! It's delicious!"

"Oh, how does Da Niu know these persimmons are delicious? Could it be that she's already eaten them?" Ding Lan's mother's shrill voice rang out, and the house instantly fell silent.

Da Niu turned pale with fright and quickly explained, "I didn't steal any! Zhu Zi and I just wanted to taste the persimmons to see if they were good!"

“How could persimmons not taste good?” Ding Lan’s mother added.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Ding reached out to hit Da Niu.

Seeing this, Ding Lan immediately stepped in front of Da Niu.

“Aunt, I insisted that Sister Daniu eat first, and we also saved some persimmons for Grandpa.”

"Hey Zhu Zi, we are your own parents, and you're giving these things to a distant cousin!" Ding Lan's mother said disapprovingly.

What could Ding Lan say? Her mother, relying on having given birth to three sons, had always been trying to outdo her eldest aunt.

She didn't understand; with such a poor family, what else could they possibly have?

She gave the persimmons to her older cousin, partly because her cousin had helped pick and cook them, and partly to thank her cousin for taking care of her. But this caused trouble.

"Mom, my eldest sister picked these persimmons for me!"

"It's just a wild persimmon," Ding Lan's mother said dismissively.

No, you weren't acting like this when you were stealing my things.

"Hey girl, where did you pick these persimmons? Do you have any more?" Ding's father was getting hungry from the persimmons and wanted to ask where they were so he could pick some more.

"I picked the little tree from the hill in front of me," Da Niu replied hesitantly.

"That's not right, the persimmons on the front hill are still green!" Ding's father had already checked, and at this time of year, only the persimmons on the treetops had a little bit of red on them. Where did Da Niu pick these fully ripe persimmons?

"I picked the green ones for Zhu Zi, I don't know how he ripened them."

"Ok?"

Now everyone's attention turned to Ding Lan, who then explained how she ripened the persimmons without hiding anything.

"Wow, it's that simple! I'll go pick more green persimmons tomorrow!" Ding's father said, eager to try it out.

After Ding Lan finished speaking, she noticed that apart from her father, no one else made a sound.

The others were even ready to leave and go about their own business, but her two older brothers were still staring at the persimmon in her hand.

"Grandpa, do you think we could go sell persimmons?"

Ding Lan's words successfully brought the crowd back from their scattering.

Grandpa Ding stroked his beard and pondered for a moment before saying, "Zhu Zi's idea is good, but can we sell these wild persimmons?"

But Ding's father thought it was worth a try: "Dad, we can take them to town to sell. I've noticed that people in town like to buy new and interesting things. All the other persimmons aren't ripe yet, but our ripe persimmons are unique to Scorpion Cake."

Everyone started discussing it after hearing that.

Ding Lan's mother snorted, "How much money can a few persimmons sell for? It's not even enough to cover the cost."

The next day, following Ding Lan's instructions, Ding's father picked a lot of green persimmons.

Ding Lan directed everyone to ripen the persimmons, and the family took several baskets of persimmons to town.

Ding Lan followed the others, stumbling along the muddy path towards the town. Finally, she felt a glimmer of hope; the first step towards getting rich had begun.