Unaware that she had already been targeted, Jiang Luokui happily went to class with her ten thousand yuan tucked away.
Just before noon, while class hadn’t yet ended, Wang Meng suddenly forwarded her a post.
[Wang Meng]: Tell me right now—can your ability cultivate plants into medicinal herbs?! The effect is insane!!
It was a post from Third Academy’s forum, written by a combat student training outside the base.
“Holy crap! The scallion oil from the school store is god-tier!!”
OP: Which agriculture student is selling this? Can you stock a hundred bottles at once?!
Do you know what it’s like starving and pulling shifts in the outskirts? Just when I was about to pass out from exhaustion, I remembered the scallion oil I bought!
No exaggeration—even the high-grade protective suit’s filtration system couldn’t block the aroma!
That moment felt like salvation!
OP: Though… I woke up, and so did the instructor. Then he confiscated it. I hate everything.
1L: So it really has a refreshing effect?
OP: Under extreme conditions? Ridiculously strong.
2L: @All agriculture students. It’s been two days—still no replication? (pointing fingers)
3L: Two days and nothing. Are agriculture students just not capable?
For the past two days, agriculture students had been suffering.
At first, they thought the scallion oil seller might be a scammer. But after Chen Pan vouched for it, they changed their minds—whoever it was, they were incredible. Growing scallions into something this extraordinary?
But then the people who bought it kept showing off, while those who didn’t couldn’t even get a taste… so they turned to pestering every agriculture student they knew.
That’s when the nightmare began.
Their “friends” wore smug expressions, saying things like, “You’re all agriculture majors—if someone else can do it, why can’t you?”
After two days of interrogation, things had finally calmed down—only for this post to appear.
What a disaster.
All agriculture students collectively held their foreheads in despair.
WHO WAS IT?!
Who was secretly making scallion oil?!
Jiang Luokui, after reading the post: Huh… scallion oil can be used like that?
She had originally made it simply to save money on seeds—and to fill a gap in the seasoning market.
But using it this way… actually made sense.
Wang Meng’s guess gave her an idea.
In the future, she could market her products as “medicinal plants.” That would justify higher prices—and also help conceal the special nature of spirit plants.
Senior Wang really was a lucky charm.
Every time she appeared, something good followed.
Jiang Luokui replied with a smile—neither confirming nor denying.
Wang Meng: ?
What does that mean? Yes or no?
Thinking of a promise she had made to her aunt, Wang Meng decided to probe further.
[Wang Meng]: If you really can cultivate stable medicinal plants, you should enter the Ability Competition.
[Jiang Luokui]: Isn’t that held in the Central Base? That would interfere with my farming.
Oh? There’s a chance.
[Wang Meng]: There’s prize money! 200,000 per person!
Two hundred thousand?!
How many bottles of scallion oil would that be? How many crops?!
Jiang Luokui’s eyes widened. She immediately searched for details—and it was true.
Agriculture teams had five members. Winning meant a total prize of one million.
In her past life, she’d never been qualified to participate—she hadn’t even known about the prize.
Now that she did…
She was tempted.
With 200,000, she could repay her upbringing loan and student loan—and still have money left.
It would bring her one step closer to her dream of buying land.
[Jiang Luokui]: Senior Wang, you really are my lucky star! How do I sign up?
Wang Meng, upon receiving the reply, couldn’t help but imagine more.
She expected Jiang Luokui to be tempted by the money—but not this confident about winning.
Third Academy’s agriculture department had only ever won once—the very first competition. Since then, they’d always just been participants.
First Academy had too many resources. Others couldn’t compete.
Wang Meng overanalyzed the message—it basically sounded like Jiang Luokui was admitting her ability could cultivate medicinal plants.
[Wang Meng]: Other departments can register through counselors, but agriculture teams are teacher-selected, based on daily performance.
[Wang Meng]: There are still two months before selections. Just perform well!
Jiang Luokui understood.
Perform well, huh?
Two months was perfect—her rice crop would mature by then.
She had originally planned to grow it casually, but since she didn’t know the exact criteria, she decided to cultivate it more carefully.
With her [Growth] ability, she could improve the school-issued seeds.
That should be enough to get selected, right?
After her morning class, she headed to Plot 147 to harvest lettuce and bok choy for the third-floor cafeteria.
She brought two large woven sacks—perfect for carrying vegetables.
After one last use of [Growth], about one-fifth of the crops were ready.
She packed them neatly—ten jin of each.
Before leaving, she poured a capful of water into the planting trough.
Manager Fang was already waiting at the back door.
Seeing her carrying two large sacks, his earlier awkwardness instantly turned into concern.
Such good vegetables… and she carried them in sacks?!
“Good heavens, why didn’t you use a cart or foam boxes?” he said, slapping his forehead. “Chef Liang should’ve told you—the cafeteria has standards for appearance!”
Jiang Luokui opened one sack. “Take a look. Should be fine.”
The vegetables were neatly arranged, fresh and undamaged.
“As long as they’re intact. Just be careful next time,” he said, reaching for the sacks.
She pulled back. “I’ll take them to the kitchen myself.”
He froze briefly—was she worried he’d tamper with them?
Awkwardness flashed across his face.
She ignored it. With her strength, she could carry them without damage—but he couldn’t guarantee that.
In the kitchen, Liang Quan and his assistants were waiting.
Everything else was ready—only her vegetables remained.
With such high-quality ingredients, he planned to keep it simple: stir-fried greens.
“Xiao Jiang, you’re here,” Liang Quan greeted.
“Uncle Liang, where should I put these?”
He pointed; she set them down and left.
Her fertilizer was running low. She needed to buy more.
She didn’t want to keep relying on Wang Meng, so she headed to the agricultural supply store.
It was a public-private shop run by Manager Song Yue, who had a tough exterior but a soft heart.
Back when Jiang Luokui couldn’t afford fertilizer, Song Yue used to give her empty fertilizer bags. She’d soak them in water and use the residue as fertilizer.
Thinking about it now felt like another life.
The store was just two bus stops away.
Near noon, there was only one customer browsing seeds.
Song Yue sat at the counter, working her abacus.
Suddenly, a lettuce was placed beside her.
She looked up—and smiled in delight.
“Xiao Kui! What brings you here? Sit!”
“I came to buy fertilizer. You like lettuce, right? I grew this—try it.”
Song Yue’s eyes curved into crescents. “Not bad! I get to eat your crops this soon?”
She knew Jiang Luokui’s ability and silently marveled—special abilities really were impressive, even at D-rank.
“Farm students get 10% off… but you’re basically staff. I’ll give you 20% off—don’t tell anyone.”
Jiang Luokui made an OK gesture.
She bought five jin of fertilizer—compound and nitrogen—for 800 yuan after discount.
She paid without hesitation and returned to school.
The only other customer finally came to the counter.
She glanced at the lettuce and asked gently:
“Is that girl surnamed Jiang?”
Song Yue blinked. “How did you know?”
“I’m a teacher at Third Academy. She looked familiar.”
“What a coincidence—yes, her surname is Jiang.”
“Thank you.”
As the woman stepped out into the blazing sun, she narrowed her eyes slightly, a faint smile on her lips.
This Xiao Kui… doesn’t seem quite like what they described.
D-rank?
Heh.