Chapter 449: Chapter 159: The Green Tea Female Supporting Character in an Era Novel (46)

After a sleepless night, she stretched her limbs in blissful comfort. Her thick, curly lashes fluttered for a moment before her eyes lazily opened.

Chi Yun’er glanced around the room, but he wasn’t there.

She quickly freshened up and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already past seven.

"You’re up?" With his pant legs rolled up and a towel draped over his shoulder, Jiang Yihua was tending to the vegetable garden and the flowers on the trellis, a hoe in his hand.

Thanks to their daily efforts, the yard had been completely transformed.

Chi Yun’er felt that Jiang Yihua wasn’t so much a senior researcher at the agricultural institute as he was a gardener whose skills had been passed down for generations.

He could fill every inch of the yard with a unique vitality and charm. Here, even the mottled marks of time seemed to be coated in a thick layer of glaze, allowing one to appreciate a different kind of beauty.

Chuckling, Chi Yun’er ran over and hopped onto his back. "I’m Old Man Hai, and I’m claiming this spot for life! You’re never getting rid of me!"

Jiang Yihua laughed and nuzzled his head against hers. "This spot on my back will always be yours, but you are definitely not Old Man Hai. Old Man Hai represents being plagued by misfortune, while you are clearly my good luck."

His words coaxed a laugh out of her. "You really are a man who tends to flowers—your mouth must be coated in honey to be so sweet this early in the morning."

The two hadn’t woken up particularly early. After finishing their chores and eating at the cafeteria, Jiang Yihua first took Chi Yun’er to work, then rushed off to the experimental fields.

With a day of work experience under their belts and motivated by the huge revenue, the employees were bursting with energy. The smiles they wore while serving customers were even sweeter than before.

The local people, who were used to being given the cold shoulder or outright sour looks, were, to put it mildly, floored by the attention.

"Comrade, take a look at this. Our manager went to great lengths to source this from the south, spent ages negotiating... We’re the only shop in the entire Capital City that carries it! It’s incredibly practical and durable—it’ll last you a good twenty, thirty years without any trouble..."

Fine, fine, fine. They’d buy it!

"And Comrade, how about this? Newly made fruit drops, mango-flavored..."

"Comrade, would you like a bag of our traditional brown sugar...?"

Oh, dear. They simply couldn’t refuse the sales staff’s enthusiasm. If their family had even the slightest need for something, they lost all self-control and bought it.

Aside from the small, willow-woven baskets at the food stalls, everything else was packed in simple, elegant linen sacks of various sizes.

People walked away loaded down with bags of all sizes!

If it weren’t for their dwindling cash and ration tickets, they would have kept on shopping!

It was another day of record-breaking sales. This state of affairs continued for a whole week, with the customers’ shopping frenzy showing no signs of letting up.

The reason was simple: the customers came in endless waves. One group of people would spend the money and ration tickets they’d set aside for the month, then go home to quietly save up for the next month’s spree.

Meanwhile, the next wave of shoppers had already arrived on the battlefield, continuing to sweep the shelves clean.

This was the heart of the city, after all. Whether it was people from the surrounding areas or visitors in the Capital City for business or to see family, how could they not look around and buy a few rare items?

The name "Sisheng Street" spread far and wide by word of mouth. On top of that, promotional posters for the street started appearing on the sides of city buses.

These posters were clever, though. Half of the space was dedicated to public service announcements, while the other half listed the address for Sisheng Street and directions for taking the bus there.

The PSAs themselves were simple and direct. They used a comic-strip format that everyone—men, women, old, and young—could understand, along with a few lines of potent, inspirational quotes. The ads changed every Monday, and they soon became a unique spectacle in the Capital City, hooking people into waiting for the weekly update. They would stand ready with pen and paper to copy down the new message, using it as their own motivation to strive harder!

In short, Chi Yun’er was gradually transforming Sisheng Street into a signature tourist destination for the Capital City, putting it on par with the city’s most famous commercial districts!

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