After my divorce, I started to have good luck

Guo Mengyao wanted to join Chen Feng in digging up potatoes, so of course Wu Mengting followed suit.

The two women wore aprons as instructed by Zhao Xiaolan.

Chen Feng, on the other hand, changed into an old outfit he had left at home, apparently from his college days, which surprisingly his mom had kept until now.

Him wearing clothes from nearly a decade ago was nothing unusual, but it did make Guo Mengyao and Wu Mengting laugh non-stop. Guo Mengyao bluntly remarked, "So old-fashioned."

Chen Feng chuckled, not minding at all. In the past, he wouldn't be caught dead wearing such outdated clothes to do farm work.

But now his mindset was completely different; he was much more open and easy-going. Most importantly, he was now a billionaire, with plenty of confidence.

The saying "Money is courage for a hero" is certainly true. When a man has money, he's bound to be more confident and assertive, even if not arrogant.

So, while he still cared about his appearance, it depended on the occasion and his mood.

Like when lounging at home, he'd dress very casually. In cold weather, often just pajamas; in hot weather, just shorts and a tank top. Even when going out, it would be beach shorts and flip-flops or sandals, rarely wearing sneakers or dress shoes in the heat.

During his working days, this kind of casual dress would have been unthinkable. That's the benefit and confidence of not having to work and achieving financial freedom.

Chen Feng carried a few woven bags in his left hand and a hoe on his right shoulder, walking ahead. The two beauties, Guo Mengyao and Wu Mengting, each carried a red plastic bucket, following him with small shovels they had just bought at the hardware store inside.

The three of them strolled through town so conspicuously that many people curiously looked at them. They even encountered a few locals Chen Feng knew, who asked out of curiosity what he was up to.

When they learned Chen Feng was going to dig up potatoes, they were either surprised or envious.

The surprise was because a college graduate like Chen Feng doing farm work was unexpected, as was bringing along two beauties. The envy was for the same reasons.

Bringing one beauty to do farm work would already make countless men envious, let alone Chen Feng with two.

When they arrived at their family's farmland, his father, Chen Dayong, was already busy.

They still had two acres. They had been renting them out in recent years, but this year they took them back to farm themselves. One acre was planted with rice and the other with various vegetables, including potatoes in about two-tenths of an acre, tucked in a corner. There weren't many, but like sweet potatoes, they had a high yield, enough to last the family quite a long time.

Now it was almost June, the perfect time for harvesting potatoes.

When Chen Dayong saw Chen Feng bringing along two women, he was quite surprised.

When he was about to say something, Wu Mengting and Guo Mengyao approached, each calling him "uncle" and complimenting his good farming, which made Chen Dayong smile widely.

The two women, of course, had never dug up potatoes before, so they were very curious and excited, purely there to have fun.

However, Chen Feng was there to do some serious work.

Before going to college, his family farmed, so Chen Feng was no stranger to farm work.

He stood at the edge of the field, set down the hoe on his shoulder, spat into each of his palms, not feeling disgusted, and rubbed them together before picking up the hoe to start digging.

The two women hurriedly chose a patch not yet dug up and started digging with their small shovels.

With just two-tenths of an acre, with Chen Feng and his father using hoes, they finished most of it in ten minutes, leaving a small patch for the women to enjoy.

After digging up all the potatoes, the work wasn't finished; they still had to bag them and bring them home.

So, the father and son began bagging the potatoes, which was more tiring than digging. However, for Chen Feng now and his father, Chen Dayong, who was used to physical labor, it was no big deal.

The father and son each started from one end and, after half an hour, had filled six woven bags, each weighing at least seventy to eighty pounds, totaling three to four hundred pounds.

Yet, even with that, the six bags were only about half-filled.

Meanwhile, the two women, after working together for so long, were sweating heavily and panting, and were no longer in the mood to have fun.

Nevertheless, they managed to fill two large bags.

Chen Feng immediately called a stop, and they gratefully rested, taking a break.

"Oh dear, I've got blisters on my hands!" Guo Mengyao exclaimed with a bitter face.

"Me too." Wu Mengting was a bit calmer, but still looked at her blistered hands with some distress.

"Do you still think it's fun?" Chen Feng teased Guo Mengyao with a smile.

Guo Mengyao glared at him and said defiantly, "I think it's fun. Let me know next time your family digs up potatoes."

Chen Feng laughed, "Sure, I'll call you next time we dig."

"Of course, even if you don't call, I'll come."

After giving him a look, Guo Mengyao turned to Chen Dayong with a flattering smile and asked, "Uncle, when's the next potato harvest?"

Chen Dayong quickly responded with a simple smile, "The next harvest won't be until December."

"That long?" Guo Mengyao was a bit disappointed.

Chen Dayong explained, "Yes, we won't plant the next crop until September."

"Can't we plant now?" Guo Mengyao asked, puzzled.

Catching this, Chen Feng couldn't help but tease, "Don't you know anything about crop seasons? You can't plant just anytime you want."

Guo Mengyao retorted, "How do you explain those off-season vegetables? Aren't they grown too?"

"Those are greenhouse grown. Do you see any greenhouses here?"

"Then why don't you build a greenhouse for your family?"

"What's the point with such little land? Isn't it tiring? Besides, do greenhouse-grown crops taste as good as naturally grown ones? Get some common sense before speaking."

Guo Mengyao's face turned a bit sour from Chen Feng's words, and she pouted.

Seeing this, Chen Dayong quickly interjected, "Alright, let's get these loaded onto the tricycle."

Chen Dayong had ridden over on a tricycle with a trailer.

Chen Feng promptly closed his mouth and went to carry a bag of potatoes toward the field ridge.

"Careful! Be careful!" Chen Dayong called out from behind, "Don't hurt your back. Let's carry it together."

"No worries, I can manage on my own."

Chen Feng confidently replied. Soon, with a bag weighing seventy to eighty pounds, he reached the tricycle and placed it on top.

His physique had changed a lot, and one of the main changes was his increased strength.

Moreover, he was in his prime, and even before, he could carry this seventy to eighty-pound bag, though not as easily as now.

Chen Dayong also came over with a bag. He was used to physical labor, so carrying this bag wasn't very taxing. Chen Feng didn't insist on helping.