The Misfortune of Lens 07

After confirming that her fans were real, Fang Xiaoyu looked at Fang Zhiyi with a completely different expression.

"Dad, you’re amazing."

Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "No, you’re the amazing one."

Fang Xiaoyu laughed. "I just farmed on camera. Without you, I wouldn’t have so many fans." She paused. "But I don’t get it—what do they mean in the comments when they say I should visit Liu Wei?"

Fang Zhiyi took his phone back. "Just a casual visit. Now, what did you want to tell me?"

Fang Xiaoyu steadied herself and said, "Actually, I have a space where I can farm."

Fang Zhiyi looked at her, then nodded after a moment. "Oh."

Fang Xiaoyu was stunned. "I said I have a space where I can farm!"

"Oh."

"Wait, Dad, do you not understand?"

Fang Zhiyi waved his hand dismissively. "I read web novels every day—of course I get it. A space, right? You can farm, there’s a spirit spring, and if you’re lucky, maybe even some cats, dogs, cows, or horses."

Fang Xiaoyu was torn between laughter and frustration. "No cats, dogs, cows, or horses. No spirit spring either. Just farming."

Fang Zhiyi shrugged. "Then your luck’s not great. No spirit spring? Weak."

Fang Xiaoyu sighed but also felt relieved. Her father’s reaction was nothing like what she’d expected.

"Stop picking up so much internet slang."

The next moment, she entered her space and brought out a bag of freshly picked apples.

Seeing the apples laid out before him, Fang Zhiyi fell into deep thought.

Fang Xiaoyu finally felt a hint of pride. Clearly, her father had thought she was joking earlier—now he was shocked! She wasn’t worried at all that he’d do anything to harm her.

But Fang Zhiyi just sighed again. "I don’t like apples. I prefer watermelons. Couldn’t you grow some watermelons?"

Fang Xiaoyu nearly choked. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Fine! I’ll grow them next time!"

Fang Zhiyi stood up. "Tomorrow, I’ll go buy you some watermelon seedlings!"

With everything out in the open, both of them relaxed. Fang Xiaoyu hadn’t expected her dad to accept it so easily—it almost felt unreal.

But she finally let go of the last bit of worry in her heart.

After all, her dad had promised to help sell the produce from her space.

The next day, Fang Zhiyi arranged for a small truck. Watching her father’s skilled driving, Fang Xiaoyu was surprised—had she really known so little about him?

For Fang Zhiyi, finding reliable buyers was a breeze. Their hometown was just over an hour’s drive from the city, and he had full confidence in the quality of his daughter’s space-grown produce. I mean, come on—it’s from a space!

After sealing the deal, the buyers prepared contracts and arranged for unloading.

But aside from selling the fruits and vegetables, Fang Zhiyi had another important task for this trip.

He pulled out a neatly folded note from his pocket and unfolded it, revealing a list of various materials. Fang Zhiyi shook his head with a wry smile.

Little Hei teased, "Back in the day, you were the one giving orders. Never thought you’d end up taking them."

"You don’t get it. She’s studying design—her taste is definitely better than mine."

Bickering, Fang Zhiyi and Little Hei headed into the market.

After discussing with his daughter, Fang Zhiyi had a clear plan for everything moving forward—from how to organize things to the newly contracted mountain and the complete renovation of their house. All of it would follow Fang Xiaoyu’s lead.

For a lazy man like Fang Zhiyi, this was perfect.

Before, he’d just been giving Fang Xiaoyu random tasks to keep her distracted. There’d been no real plan. But now, his daughter was full of surprises.

With her passion realized and her father’s full support, Fang Xiaoyu grew more confident by the day. She worked methodically, almost like the heroine of a farming novel.

Watching her return from weeding and immediately dive into drafting renovation plans, Fang Zhiyi nodded approvingly. Then he remembered—in the original story, this girl had taken her own life due to online harassment.

"I wonder what that scumbag’s up to now?"

Little Hei said meaningfully, "That guy’s a full-blown villain. He’ll keep causing trouble until he runs into the protagonist."

Fang Zhiyi thought for a moment, then nodded silently.

According to Fang Xiaoyu’s plan, the first step was renovating the house—but on a budget. So Fang Zhiyi went around the village to recruit local craftsmen. Since Fang Xiaoyu wasn’t familiar with this, Fang Zhiyi stepped up.

"Second Uncle, remember me? You used to hold me when I was a kid—wait, no, I mean, you held me!"

"Fourth Brother! Been back for a while now. Been busy, you know—the old house is falling apart, so we’re fixing it up."

"Aunt Zhang, brought you some veggies. All grown by Xiaoyu."

Fang Zhiyi began making the rounds, well aware of how important good relationships were in the village.

First, he needed to understand the village dynamics—who was domineering, who was capable, who had influence, and who was just a gossip.

In other stories, these might be the obstacles for the protagonist to overcome. But for Fang Zhiyi? They were potential allies. No—they had to be allies!

A round of gifts and flattery quickly made Fang Zhiyi the talk of the village.

"Did you hear? Old Fang’s back with his daughter."

"What? Weren’t they doing fine in the city? Did they hit hard times?"

"Ugh, shut your mouth!" Aunt Zhang frowned. She’d not only received gifts from Fang Zhiyi but had also been ready to gossip—until he’d proactively spilled everything himself.

"Old Fang raised his daughter alone, running a small business in the city. Then some shameless troublemaker showed up." Aunt Zhang didn’t understand things like short videos, but Fang Zhiyi’s sorrow and anger had moved her deeply.

Sitting at the village entrance, she shared the story.

Someone immediately exploded. "What? That’s outrageous! Even we know you can’t just take things without paying! And then they—what was it again?"

Aunt Zhang added, "Cyberbullying."

"Right! How could Old Fang just take that?"

Aunt Zhang continued, "Worst of all, that person badmouthed rural folks right to their faces."

That set everyone off.

Fang Xiaoyu had just come down from the mountain, calculating costs, when someone pulled her aside. She rarely visited her hometown, so the villagers were mostly strangers to her.

"Sweetheart, don’t take it to heart! I’m your Second Aunt—if you need anything, just tell me!"

"Xiaoyu, here, take these eggs back for you and your dad."

That evening, father and daughter sat across from each other. Fang Xiaoyu stared at the table, piled with eggs, rice cakes, and more.

"Dad… care to explain?"

Fang Zhiyi looked up at the ceiling. "What’s to explain? Village folks are just friendly."