Ch 29: The Regent’s Farmer Husband

The audience had been waiting the entire day—just for Jiang Ji to finally say those words.

【Draw draw draw! Hurry up!】
【It’s happening! The raffle’s starting!】
【Finally caught it live!】
【Aaaaah pick me pick me!】

“Calm down,” Jiang Ji said, settling himself onto a tree stump. “Let me figure out how this works first—it’s my first time using it. Gotta study it a bit.”

He opened the raffle system. The interface was simple enough—just two fields: number of participants and the prize. Jiang Ji frowned slightly at the prize section; it required a physical item. He asked, “2977, for the prize, do I just take a photo of it and upload it?”

【Correct. Once the host uploads a picture, the system will deliver the prepared item directly to the winner’s location.】

The audience couldn’t hear 2977’s response and flooded the chat.

【What did the system say?】
【Do winners really get the item for real?】

Jiang Ji answered, “The system says the prize must be a real object from my side. Once I take a photo and upload it, it can deliver the item straight to the winner’s world.”

【Ohhh so it’s real! Come on, let’s go!】
【Draw already!】

Jiang Ji glanced toward the house, thinking about what he could give away. “So, what kind of prize do you all want? It has to be something I actually have here.”

【Anything! I just wanna see if it actually gets delivered!】
【I want the handkerchief your mother embroidered!】
【Then I want one of those sweet potatoes—we don’t have them here! I wanna taste it!】
【I want one of Jiang Yan’s calligraphy scrolls!】
【I want Jiang Nan, he’s so cute!】

Jiang Ji laughed. “What, no one wants me? Why don’t you take me to the modern world then?”

【No thanks, we only want Jiang Nan!】
【Then I’ll take Jiang Bei!】
【I want Jiang Yan!】
【I want Sister Xia’er!】

“Enough, enough! You’re getting out of hand,” Jiang Ji said, mock-offended. “So not one person wants me, huh?”

【What would we do with you, little tanned guy?】
【Yeah, you can’t compare to Jiang Yan’s looks.】
【He’s tall, rich, and handsome. What do you have—farming skills?】

Jiang Ji laughed helplessly. “I have the system!”

【…】
【Oh right, he does have the system.】
【You sure that thing would even work in our world?】
【Hahaha exactly! It’s a farming system—we’re not short on food here!】

“Fine, fine—you win,” Jiang Ji said, heading back toward the house. “Let’s see what I can find for prizes.”

He walked around inside, then came back out to the courtyard. “Okay, first time—let’s do a small test. I’ll pick eleven people total: one grand prize winner and ten regular ones. The grand prize will be one of Jiang Yan’s calligraphy works. The other ten will each get an ancient copper coin. You don’t have these in your world, and they can’t be replicated—they’re valuable collectibles. Deal?”

【Sounds good!】
【Come on, pick more!】
【Over ten million viewers and only eleven prizes?】

“There’ll be more raffles later, don’t worry,” he said. “Besides, rarity makes things valuable. The winners can sell them for a good price if they want.”

【…Fair point. Fine, let’s go then!】

“I’ll ask Jiang Yan to write something first. How about Fortune and Prosperity?” He didn’t wait for replies. “No objections? I’ll take silence as agreement.”

【…】
【I wanted Academic Success!】
【I want Promotion and Raise!】

Jiang Ji chuckled. “All that still comes down to money in the end, doesn’t it? Be realistic!”

【Then how about the previous one Jiang Yan wrote—Abundant Wealth?】
【The mounted one!】

“No can do. That one’s hanging in my hall, and it’s not even back yet.”

He entered the main room. Jiang Yan was bent over the table copying the cultivation manual—but when Jiang Ji leaned closer, he realized he was drawing.

“Huh? You’re sketching the sweet potato seedling process?”

On the paper was a detailed illustration of laying the base fertilizer into the pit. Jiang Yan was working on the next image—arranging the sweet potatoes.

Just a few strokes, yet the figures were vivid and precise.

“Didn’t know you could draw! It’s really good,” Jiang Ji said, impressed.

Jiang Yan looked up briefly. “It’s easier to understand with pictures.”

“Thoughtful,” Jiang Ji said with a thumbs-up. Then he added, “Since you’re already illustrating, maybe add some labels too.”

Jiang Yan asked, “Labels?”

“Yeah, like this—draw a fine line and mark the approximate depth of the pit, corresponding with the written text. Anything involving numbers, just mark it clearly.”

Jiang Yan nodded. “Understood.”

“You can finish that later. Jiang Yan, do me a favor first.”

“What is it?”

“Can you write a set of calligraphy for me?” Jiang Ji asked, blinking playfully.

Jiang Yan looked at him. “What words?”

‘Happiness and Good Health,’” Jiang Ji said.

【Wait, wasn’t it Fortune and Prosperity?】
【Why’d you change it?】
【I like Happiness and Good Health!】

Jiang Yan gave him a glance, then went to fetch a large sheet of paper and laid it flat on the table.

“What style do you want?”

Jiang Ji thought for a moment. “Something proper and steady—this one’s a gift, so it should look dignified and peaceful.”

Those words, he felt, shouldn’t be written in wild cursive; they should be neat and calm, giving a sense of harmony at first glance.

“Is it okay if I give it away?” Jiang Ji asked again.

Jiang Yan nodded. “Of course.”

Then, with steady focus, he began writing.

The four characters were bold and balanced, every stroke full and smooth. Just looking at them brought a quiet joy.

Jiang Ji pointed to the corner. “Sign it.”

Jiang Yan looked up. “Whose name should I sign?”

“Yours, of course,” Jiang Ji said, widening his eyes. “What, you planning to sign mine?”

Jiang Yan paused. “…You said you’re giving it away, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.” Jiang Ji nodded.

After a moment’s silence, Jiang Yan said quietly, “I thought you meant to give it away under your name.”

Jiang Ji froze for a second, then burst out laughing. “I’m giving it away under my name, yes—but you’re the one who wrote it, not me. No need to lie about that.”

Besides, with all the viewers watching, they’d instantly recognize his chicken-scratch handwriting anyway.

Hearing that, Jiang Yan said nothing more and neatly signed his own name in the lower left corner.

“So beautiful,” Jiang Ji said sincerely, admiration in his voice. Every time he saw Jiang Yan’s handwriting, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of awe and fondness.

Jiang Yan’s eyes curved slightly as he smiled. He set the finished piece on the opposite side of the table to let the ink dry.

Jiang Ji stood beside him, admiring the work. “I’m heading to town tomorrow to pick up that other calligraphy. How about I get a seal made for you while I’m at it?”

Jiang Yan looked at him, a bit puzzled by the sudden idea.

“Don’t scholars all have personal seals? Your calligraphy’s gorgeous, and your drawings too. Having a seal on your work would make it look even better.” Jiang Ji’s tone was completely earnest. “See—right here under your name, one stamp and boom, instant refinement. And if you become famous later, you’ll need your own seal, won’t you?”

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. “How about it? Or do you want to wait until your memory returns and then use your real name for the seal?”

Jiang Yan’s expression softened. “The name Jiang Yan is good.”

“So we’ll use that one?”

“Yes.”

Jiang Ji’s eyes lit up. “Great! Then you write it yourself, and I’ll have the engraver carve it exactly as you do.”

Jiang Yan nodded. “All right.”

He immediately began designing the characters for his seal.

Jiang Ji watched for a while. When the ink on the calligraphy had dried, he picked up the finished piece and said, “I’m taking this with me.”

“Okay,” Jiang Yan agreed readily.

“Thanks.” Jiang Ji took a few steps, then stopped, curiosity getting the better of him. He turned back and asked, “Aren’t you going to ask who I’m giving it to?”

Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to tell me?”

Jiang Ji grinned and pointed upward. “To the immortals.”

Jiang Yan: “…”

With that, Jiang Ji took the calligraphy into his room and shut the door.

Jiang Yan glanced at the closed door, then calmly returned to designing his seal.

Inside the room, Jiang Ji spread the calligraphy across his bed, then took out ten copper coins and laid them out one by one.

He was about to take a photo when it suddenly hit him. “2977, how am I supposed to take pictures?”

2977 replied: 【Host, open the “Upload Prize” function in the raffle menu, focus your gaze on the item, and press scan.】

“Oh…” Jiang Ji said aloud.

The audience, unable to hear the system, quickly asked: 【What did 2977 say?】

Jiang Ji answered, “It said I can just scan with my eyes.”

【Hahaha makes sense—since your livestream uses your eyes anyway!】
【Come on, scan already! We can’t wait!】

Jiang Ji opened the raffle panel, pressed the “Upload Prize” button, and a prompt appeared before his eyes.

Following the instructions, he focused his gaze on the calligraphy. Three seconds later, the prize slot on the system interface displayed the image of Jiang Yan’s “Happiness and Good Health.”

“Whoa—it actually worked!” Jiang Ji exclaimed.

【What? What happened? Did it work?】

“It worked! The calligraphy scanned successfully!”

He then scanned the ten copper coins one by one and set the number of winners.

“2977, should I send each prize immediately or all at once after the draw?”

【That’s up to the host.】

“Got it. All right, everyone—2977 says I can send them one by one or all together. Let’s do the drawing first, then send everything at once.”

【Quick, quick!】
【Draw now!】
【Ahhh the raffle screen popped up!】
【We can see it! Host, start the draw!】
【Pick me! Pick me!】

Jiang Ji glanced at the screen. Sure enough, half the livestream display was now filled with a bright red glowing frame labeled “Prize Draw.” At the top it read “First Prize – 10 Winners.” In the middle, a rolling panel flashed through usernames, and below it was a large golden “Start” button with a results list beside it.

“Alright, I’m starting! Everyone online has a chance. First, we’ll pick ten winners—for the copper coins!”

Jiang Ji rubbed his hands excitedly. He was just as eager as the viewers—he wanted to see if the system could really send something from his world to theirs.

He tapped the button lightly.

Instantly, the names began scrolling rapidly across the middle of the screen.

The chat beside it exploded with messages—“Pick me!” “Me! Me! Me!” filling the feed completely.

After ten seconds, the first winner appeared on screen—username: “PickMePickMePickMe.”

“Congratulations to ‘PickMePickMePickMe’—looks like your name worked! The system really felt your energy!” Jiang Ji laughed.

【Hahaha this guy’s hilarious】
【Lucky name choice!】
【No way, that’s me! I won!】
【Ughhh why not me!】

Suddenly, virtual sweet potatoes filled the screen as the lucky winner sent a 100-coin gift tip, their name glittering gold at the top for everyone to see.

“Congrats to our first winner—and thanks for the tip! Let’s move on, next winner coming right up!”

Every two seconds, another name popped up until all ten winners had been drawn.

Some cheered, some groaned.

【Noooo I didn’t win! I’m changing my username!】
【Crying… still nothing!】
【Hahaha I won! My luck’s insane today—I’m buying a lottery ticket!】
【Me too! I got one!】

The screen flooded with celebratory effects—flying potatoes, ears of corn, and rice sheaves bursting across the feed as the winners sent gifts back.

Jiang Ji laughed at the chaos. “Congrats to the ten winners! For everyone else—don’t be discouraged, there’s still the grand prize to go!”

“The grand prize—let me set it up real quick, then we’ll draw!”

As Jiang Ji spoke, he adjusted the raffle interface, and the display on the livestream shifted to show Grand Prize in large golden letters.

“Attention, everyone—the grand prize is coming up!”

He tapped the button, and the names began to whirl across the screen in a dazzling blur—so fast they couldn’t be read at all.

Ten seconds later, a crisp ding sounded, and the screen froze. One big name appeared in the center:

— The Host Has a Crush on Me.

“…” Jiang Ji stared for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Congratulations to ‘The Host Has a Crush on Me’ for winning the grand prize! But for the record, the host does not have a crush on you—if anything, it’s probably the other way around!”

【Oh my god, iconic.】
【AAAAAHHH it’s me! It’s really me!】

The winner, clearly thrilled, showered the chat with gifts—bags of seed props flying across the screen in a rainbow of effects. It was obvious they were over the moon.

“Alright, folks, raffle’s done—it’s time to send out the prizes!”

Jiang Ji was dying to see what would happen. “Winners, listen up. When I send the prizes, it’s best if you’re sitting at a table. The items might appear right in front of you—or even in your hands. Oh, and if you can, please turn on your camera and record it! I really wanna see what happens, and everyone else does too, right?”

【Yes yes yes, record it!】
【Send them already!】
【Winners, post it online later! We wanna see!】
【Or better—start a livestream!】
【Wait, I’m opening my camera now!】

“No no no, don’t start another stream—you’ll steal my viewers!” Jiang Ji protested immediately.

【Hahaha, as if you need to worry! Your viewer count’s back up to what it was this morning!】

“Every viewer counts! I still need points to exchange for more seeds! I spent a ton on sweet potatoes and potatoes earlier—my points are running low!”

“Everyone ready? I’m sending the prizes!”

【Ready!】
【Go!】
【I’ve got another phone set up to stream from my end—people can watch here too!】

“Alright, here we go.”

Jiang Ji opened the “Distribute Prizes” panel and pressed the glowing button.

Instantly, before his eyes, the calligraphy scroll and the ten neatly arranged copper coins vanished from the bed—completely gone.

“What the—!” Jiang Ji shouted in surprise. “They really disappeared!”

He hurriedly patted the sheets and even lifted the blanket—nothing. The items were truly gone.

【Holy crap, they’re actually gone!】
【They vanished!】
【First he conjured things out of thin air, now he’s making them disappear—this system is legit magic!】
【AAAAAA I just had the copper coin appear in my hand!!】
【Me too! It really showed up out of nowhere!】
【No pics, no proof—show us!】
【Hang on, I’m uploading photos!】
【Check my livestream, room 897867—I got it!!】

Within seconds, half of Jiang Ji’s viewers vanished from his stream.

“Hey! Don’t all run off!!”

【Be right back!】
【Bye host, going to check their stream!】
【We’ll come back later to tell you!】

Jiang Ji: …

Sigh. Fine.

He scratched his head. After all that talking, his throat was dry. Opening the door, he stepped out—only to see Jiang Yan standing there, looking at him quietly.

“You…” Jiang Yan began, then stopped.

“What about me?” Jiang Ji blinked innocently.

Jiang Yan pressed his lips together, then asked, “Why were you shouting so loudly?”

Jiang Ji froze for half a second, gauging Jiang Yan’s expression. “Nothing—just admiring your calligraphy. It was too beautiful, I couldn’t help but praise it out loud.”

“Is that so?” Jiang Yan’s gaze lingered on him, calm but sharp. “Then take that scroll tomorrow and have it mounted before you give it away.”

“…Haha, no need,” Jiang Ji said, rubbing his nose and forcing a laugh. “They’re not that picky. I’ll just give it as-is. I’m so thirsty—I’m gonna get some water.”

He slipped away before Jiang Yan could reply.

Jiang Yan watched him leave, then went into the room. He looked around—no sign of the calligraphy anywhere.

Although Jiang Ji had closed the door earlier, his voice hadn’t exactly been quiet. With his sharp hearing, Jiang Yan had caught bits and pieces, though not enough to make sense of what the other man was doing—some of the words were unfamiliar to him.

After a moment’s thought, he turned back to his desk and resumed his work.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ji downed a bowl of water in the kitchen, his throat finally soothed.

By now, it was near dusk. Zhao Ru was preparing dinner. After the two lavish tables of food at noon, everything had been eaten, so she planned something light for the evening.

“Xiao Ji, the sun’s about to set. Go see why Xia’er and the kids aren’t back yet,” she called.

“Alright.”

Jiang Ji stepped out of the courtyard and walked toward the village entrance. Along the path, many villagers were busy tending their sweet potato seedbeds.

Someone spotted him and called out, “Jiang Ji, when do we plant the potato seedlings?”

“Tomorrow after I get back from town—I’ll show you then. Let the potatoes dry for a couple of days first, no rush.”

“Got it! Don’t forget to call us!”

“Don’t worry, Auntie, I won’t miss anyone.”

When he reached the village gate, he saw Jiang Xia, Jiang Nan, Jiang Bei, and Aunt Xiufang’s son, Dazhu, walking back together.

“Xia’er, why are you all so late today?” he asked. They were at least half an hour behind their usual time.

“Brother!” Jiang Bei spotted him first and ran up, talking rapidly, “Brother, Jiang Nan got into trouble today!”

Jiang Ji froze for a second, then quickly asked, “What kind of trouble did he cause?”

He glanced at Jiang Nan, who had his head down and didn’t dare to meet his eyes.

Jiang Bei had been about to spill everything, but seeing Dazhu there, he said instead, “I’ll tell you when we get home.”

Jiang Ji looked toward Xia’er; she nodded. “Alright then, let’s get going—Mother’s worried sick about you all.”

Once they returned home and set down their school bags, Jiang Ji gathered the group in the kitchen. “Alright, speak up—what happened?”

Jiang Nan kept his head low and stayed silent. Jiang Ji raised an eyebrow. “Jiang Nan, you tell me yourself.”

Jiang Nan peeked up at his older brother, then quickly dropped his gaze again and mumbled, “Big Brother, I… I accidentally let out our secret.”

“Hm? What secret?” Jiang Ji saw the boy’s red, tearful eyes—clearly Xia’er and Jiang Bei had already scolded him on the way home.

Jiang Nan whispered, “The… the one about the Immortal.”

Zhao Ru, who was standing nearby, immediately smacked him on the backside. “You child! You told someone about that? Didn’t I say you must never mention it?”

Jiang Nan, already feeling guilty and scared, burst into tears, choking out, “I—I didn’t mean to!”

“Mother, let’s hear the whole story first,” Jiang Ji said, stopping her. He turned to Jiang Xia. “Xia’er, explain what happened.”

Jiang Xia glanced at Jiang Nan, sighed, and said helplessly, “After school, I was packing up, and Jiang Bei was waiting for Dazhu. Two other kids came over and asked Jiang Nan where our sweet potatoes and potatoes came from. Jiang Nan blurted out that they were given by an Immortal. They didn’t believe him, and he got stubborn and started arguing, insisting it was true. I finally had to knock him on the head to make him stop.”

“That’s it?” Jiang Ji raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Xia nodded. “Yes, just that. We already scolded him.”

Hearing this, Jiang Ji relaxed. Kids’ talk like that probably wouldn’t be taken seriously anyway—and saying “an Immortal gave them” made it sound even more far-fetched.

Still, he couldn’t let Jiang Nan and Jiang Bei think it was a small matter. Otherwise, they might start running their mouths about family matters again.

Kids were prone to slip-ups, so they needed to learn the importance of keeping quiet.

After a moment’s thought, Jiang Ji’s expression hardened. He frowned and said sternly, “Jiang Nan, lift your head and look at me.”

Jiang Nan’s small hands clutched the hem of his shirt. His eyes were red, tears hanging on his lashes.

As the eldest brother, Jiang Ji’s words carried weight—and when he got serious, he was genuinely intimidating.

Jiang Nan looked up nervously, eyes watery. “Big Brother, I know I was wrong.”

“What exactly was wrong?” Jiang Ji asked.

“I…” Jiang Nan broke down completely and started crying. “I shouldn’t have said it! And I shouldn’t have argued! Wuwuwu… Big Brother, do you think the Immortal will stop giving us treasures now?”

Now he remembered the “treasures.” Jiang Ji almost wanted to laugh, but he kept his face stern. “So you do know saying things like that could make us lose them?”

“I know,” Jiang Nan sobbed, nodding. “I just… forgot at the time…”

Jiang Ji: …

He waited until the boy’s crying quieted, then said coldly, “Have you cried enough?”

Jiang Nan flinched, startled by his tone. His sobs hiccuped to a stop, and he sniffled, whispering, “Y-yes… enough…”

Jiang Ji’s voice was calm but firm. “Do you know why we had thieves in the house last night?”

Jiang Nan nodded weakly. “Because… they saw we had money and came to steal it.”

“Exactly. Having money isn’t wrong—but you can’t be careless. Some people are greedy. When they see others doing well, they get jealous and try to take what’s not theirs. That’s why there’s an old saying: Don’t show off your wealth. It means we shouldn’t flaunt what we have, or we’ll attract those with bad intentions. Just like yesterday—selling some seeds earned us a few coins, and that alone brought thieves to our door.”

Jiang Nan frowned slightly. “So… we’re not allowed to earn money?”

“Of course you are,” Jiang Ji said, flicking the boy’s forehead lightly. “I’m telling you that when we do have money or treasures, we keep it to ourselves. Don’t brag, don’t tell others. Stay humble, so bad people won’t notice or target you. Got it?”

Jiang Nan rubbed his head and nodded obediently. “Got it.”

“So, our treasure—what we have—it must never be mentioned. I’ve told you before, remember?”

“I remember.”

“Good. Since you admit your mistake, your punishment is to copy today’s homework twenty extra times.” Jiang Ji turned to Jiang Xia. “You had homework today?”

“Yes. We learned new characters and need to write ten pages of large script.”

Jiang Ji nodded. “Then Jiang Nan, you’ll write twenty extra pages as punishment. Do you accept?”

Twenty extra pages?

Jiang Nan’s face crumpled instantly, but one look at his brother’s expression and he lowered his head again, mumbling, “I accept.”

“Alright then. Before it gets dark, go write. I’ll check it when you’re done.”

“Oh…”

Jiang Nan and Jiang Bei went to the main room to write.

Zhao Ru asked worriedly, “Xiao Ji, will anything happen because Jiang Nan talked?”

Jiang Ji shook his head. “It should be fine, Mother. Don’t worry. If anyone asks, just say it was nonsense from a child—that we were joking with Jiang Nan and Jiang Bei.”

Zhao Ru nodded. “Alright. Xia’er, remember that too—say the same if anyone asks.”

“I will,” Jiang Xia said.

“And watch those two at school. Don’t let them run their mouths again.”

“I know, Mother.”

Before dinner, Jiang Bei and Jiang Xia had already finished their ten pages of writing. Jiang Nan, who never liked studying or writing, struggled miserably. After dinner, he sat under the dim light of the tung-oil lamp and spent another full hour scribbling before he finally finished his punishment.

“Big Brother, I—I finished writing.”

Jiang Nan handed over the thirty sheets of large-character calligraphy he had written. His small hands were stained completely black with ink, and even the cloth sleeves Zhao Ru had made for him were blotched all over.

Jiang Ji took the papers, frowned at the first glance. He had just reviewed Jiang Bei and Jiang Xia’s handwriting earlier. Jiang Xia’s, of course, was neater—she was older, with better sense for structure and form—but even Jiang Bei’s was far superior to Jiang Nan’s.

Still, Jiang Ji restrained himself. He flipped through the sheets one by one. There were indeed thirty.

“Alright. Not bad—you finished it.”

Hearing that, Jiang Nan finally exhaled in relief.

But then he heard his brother add, “Jiang Nan, how about you go practice a bit more?”

Jiang Nan: …

Well, punishment complete at least. Big Brother didn’t seem angry anymore, and the ordeal had left a deep impression. Jiang Nan had learned his lesson: never show off your wealth, never talk about treasures.

Later that night, before going to bed, Jiang Ji remembered to check the livestream again.

He asked, “So, my friends, how did it go? Did everyone actually receive their prizes? Were they the same as what you saw in the stream?”

【It’s real! They really got the prizes!】
【This is unbelievable!】
【Exactly the same!】
【That guy who won the grand prize filmed a video—the calligraphy looks identical to what Jiang Yan wrote in your stream. No one here writes that kind of script!】
【I saw the comments—people are already offering big money to buy it.】
【Not just the calligraphy, even the copper coins—people are asking if they’re for sale!】

“Oh?” Jiang Ji’s interest was instantly piqued. “How much are we talking?”

【The calligraphy already has offers up to five million.】
【The copper coins are going for three million.】
【Someone claiming to be an antiquities expert wants to borrow one for research!】
【Breaking news—the calligraphy caught a collector’s eye. He just said he’s willing to pay ten million for it.】

Jiang Ji: “!”

“Ten million?” His eyes practically sparkled. “Quick, tell that collector to buy from me!”

【Haha, look at the host—eyes glowing like gold coins.】
【You can’t sell it though, can you? It was a raffle prize!】
【Yeah, you can’t just send it to whoever you want.】

Before Jiang Ji could reply, a cascade of flashy effects flooded the screen—fields of golden rice-seed props, each worth a thousand yuan.

At the top of the screen, a username glowed in gold letters:

— “Xiao Xuehai” has sent 100 Rice Seed gifts.

【Host, that’s him! The same tycoon who offered ten million!】
【Yeah, he’s a famous entrepreneur—huge collector of antiques!】
【Super rich!】

Jiang Ji straightened in excitement. “Thank you, President Xiao, for your generous gifts! I heard you really liked that calligraphy?”

— “Xiao Xuehai” sent 100 Rice Seeds.

— Xiao Xuehai: Yes. Is there any way I could get one?

“Hold on, let me ask.” Jiang Ji immediately turned to the system. “2977, can I send a prize to a specific person?”

2977 replied coldly: 【No.】

Jiang Ji: …

He quickly started scheming. “Hey, 2977, come on—this is a livestream system, right? Other platforms have features like that. Shouldn’t you, too? Look, the big sponsors are throwing in so many gifts—they’re funding our glorious farming enterprise! Don’t you think we should show a little appreciation? Maybe a special gift for our number-one supporter?”

2977 remained silent.

Jiang Ji pressed on. “Don’t let other systems outshine you. Check any major platform—they all give top supporters VIP treatment, right?”

After a long pause, 2977 finally responded: 【Prizes may be given, but only if certain conditions are met.】

“What conditions?”

【Special Task 188: A viewer who reaches 20 million in monthly donations may receive one prize of the host’s choice.】

“Huh? There’s a task like that?”

Jiang Ji immediately opened the task panel, scrolled through the “Special Tasks” section—and sure enough, there it was: “Special Task 188,” just as 2977 had said.

“This task is insane! No wonder it’s buried so deep.”

【What? What did it say?】
【Tell us!】

Jiang Ji scratched his head. “2977 says I can’t send prizes directly—but if someone completes a certain task, then I can.”

【What task?】
【Come on, spill it!】

Jiang Ji: “A viewer has to donate twenty million in one month.”

【!】
【Whoa, your system is savage!】
【Who could ever do that?!】
【Figures—it’s called a ‘special task’ for a reason. Way beyond us mortals.】

Just then, the livestream erupted again—endless rice-seed props fluttering across the screen like golden rain.

— “Xiao Xuehai” sent 100 Rice Seeds.
— “Xiao Xuehai” sent 100 Rice Seeds.
— “Xiao Xuehai” sent 100 Rice Seeds.

Line after line of dazzling golden notifications filled the top of the screen, completely burying the viewers’ comments beneath a storm of effects.

Jiang Ji: !

He glanced at the chat—all the viewers were just as stunned.

【Oh my god! President Xiao is the real deal!】
【Respect!】
【All hail President Xiao!】

Jiang Ji looked at the donation leaderboard—Xiao Xuehai’s name had shot straight to first place.

He switched to the backend view, watching as the total climbed—hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions—until finally, it hit twenty million flat.

The golden rain of rice seeds lasted a long time before fading. The whole stream was in uproar.

Jiang Ji raised an eyebrow, thinking, Looks like the guy really does love antiques.

He used to be rich himself; spending tens of millions—or even hundreds—on collectibles wasn’t unheard of.

“Thank you, President Xiao. So, you’d like a piece of Jiang Yan’s calligraphy?”

The tycoon sent another hundred rice seeds and replied:

— Xiao Xuehai: Yes.

“Alright then, what would you like him to write? Four characters or fewer, preferably.”

— Xiao Xuehai: Anything’s fine.

Jiang Ji: …

Nothing annoyed him more than people saying “anything’s fine.” How was he supposed to decide that?

He thought for a moment—big businessmen usually liked elegant or auspicious phrases. “Then I’ll pick one for you, how’s that?”

— Xiao Xuehai: Sure.

Jiang Ji immediately sprinted into the main hall. Jiang Yan had just finished washing up when Jiang Ji dashed in and threw his arms around him.

“Jiang Yan! Quick! Write another one for me—we’re about to strike it rich! The rice seeds are rolling in!”

Jiang Yan: “?”

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