Chapter 129 Isn’t This President Han’s Ex-Boyfriend?

The next day was Sunday, and the show’s production team did not schedule any group activities, allowing the guests to arrange their own plans.

According to the director, it was a day off for everyone—whether to date or work was up to them.

Taking advantage of the rare break, Fang Zhou immediately rushed back to his dormitory, set up a table, and prepared to start a livestream.

However, upon turning on his computer, he found that the signal here was insufficient for game streaming.

Even using his mobile hotspot didn’t work; the lag was unbearable.

So Fang Zhou gave up and decided to stroll outside the school, hoping to find something interesting.

To his surprise, he discovered it was already the season for rice transplanting.

In the nearby fields, a few scattered people were busy working.

This area was terraced fields, making mechanized farming impossible; they had to rely on the traditional method of manual transplanting.

Fang Zhou spotted a small figure that looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was A-Nian, a kid from his class.

A-Nian was a round-faced, sensible little girl, lively and cheerful.

Although her family’s situation wasn’t great, compared to the two girls he visited a few days ago, her outgoing nature made her especially endearing.

“A-Nian!”

Fang Zhou called out loudly, and the little girl indeed turned to look at him.

“Mr. Fang!”

A-Nian, standing in the middle of the field, waved her green seedlings energetically.

The elderly man working in the adjacent field also turned to look at Fang Zhou.

His face was tanned, his body stooped, appearing to be in his seventies or eighties, though still spirited.

Seeing A-Nian’s grandfather reminded Fang Zhou of his own.

Both were true farmers, spending their entire lives working in the fields.

They embodied the saying, “Feet steamed by hot soil, back scorched by blazing sun.”

“Nian Nian, is that your teacher?”

“Yes! Grandpa, that’s our new teacher. He’s so good to us!”

A-Nian introduced Fang Zhou with a beaming smile.

“Hello, teacher! Come to our house for lunch later!”

The grandfather spoke in a thick accent, but Fang Zhou understood.

Shaking his head, Fang Zhou replied, “No need, I have a place to eat.”

He then glanced around the area and asked, “A-Nian, are all these fields yours?”

“Yes, Mr. Fang, all of them. I’m planting rice with my grandpa.”

Fang Zhou’s eyes widened. Such a large area, and it was terraced. How long would it take them to finish?

“I’ll help you.”

Fang Zhou rolled up his pant legs, preparing to remove his shoes and join in.

A-Nian, who had been diligently planting, was stunned, waving her hands frantically.

“No need, Mr. Fang! You can stay up there. Grandpa and I will finish soon!”

Seeing their popular teacher about to help with rice planting, the little girl blushed with urgency.

How could this be? Mr. Fang was from the city; how could he do this kind of work? It would dirty his hands and feet.

But Fang Zhou wasn’t someone she could easily dissuade. He removed his shoes, placed his phone aside, and stepped into the field.

As his feet sank into the soft mud, with water rising to his ankles and calves, Fang Zhou actually felt quite comfortable.

“Don’t worry, I know how to plant rice.”

He grabbed a bunch of seedlings, moved to the front, bent down, and started planting.

A-Nian initially thought if Mr. Fang didn’t know how to do it, she could just let him play and redo it later herself.

But Fang Zhou’s skilled movements left her dumbfounded.

He planted quickly and steadily, maintaining perfect spacing between the seedlings.

In no time, two rows of seedlings were neatly planted, as if measured with a ruler.

“Mr. Fang, you really know how to do this?”

The little girl looked at Fang Zhou with admiration, her eyes sparkling like stars.

Without looking up, Fang Zhou continued working and replied, “Of course, I used to help my grandparents with this when I was little.”

“But you’re much more sensible. At your age, I’d still sneak off to find bird nests.”

Seeing Fang Zhou already hard at work, A-Nian resumed her task, chatting with Fang Zhou as they worked.

“Hahaha! Mr. Fang, do you still want to find bird nests? I know where they are!”

Fang Zhou laughed, “Sure, but let’s finish our work first.”

A-Nian’s grandfather watched the young teacher, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Previous volunteer teachers had offered to help before, but none had worked as efficiently and skillfully as Fang Zhou.

The three of them chatted while planting, their work progressing faster with the new addition.

The sun rose higher, warming the water.

A group of people approached from the east, discussing the surrounding terrain.

“President Han, we’ve applied for the production and business licenses as you requested. The market research report will also be ready in a few days.”

The head of the company’s marketing department reported to Han Xi.

He glanced at his new shoes, feeling a pang of regret.

He had just bought them last week, and now they were muddy and unattractive.

Why did President Han make him come to such a place for an investigation?

This place was so remote; what could it possibly produce?

“Hmm, just handle it. I only care about the results.”

Han Xi nodded coldly, continuing to walk, but didn’t respond to him.

Following her gaze, he glanced at his shoes

“Are they expensive?”

Startled by her cold voice, the department head quickly shook his head.

“No, no, I just find the mud here quite fresh, hahaha.”

Han Xi snorted lightly, shifting her gaze, and continued, “Don’t look down on this place. Natural products are…”

She stopped mid-sentence.

The department head found it strange—why did she stop talking?

Following her line of sight, he saw someone planting rice.

“Fang Zhou.”

Han Xi called out to the person in the middle of the field.

The department head’s smile froze. President Han knows someone here? How could that be? Fang Zhou was supposed to be a streamer!

The man straightened up, turned around, and looked at the group, recognizing them before responding.

“Yes, it’s me!”

His turning around shocked the department head.

Isn’t this President Han’s ex-boyfriend, Fang Zhou?