Chapter 132: Official Resident Probation Period

Amidst the cheerful atmosphere, Yun Qimu turned her gaze to the other side. Haru was grimacing in pain, clutching his chest with a twisted expression—clearly, Jason’s kick just now had been vicious.

“Haru.”

“Huh?” Haru looked up in confusion, dazedly meeting Yun Qimu’s eyes. “Village Chief Yun, you called me? What’s up?”

Yun Qimu smiled warmly at him as she walked over. “You did a good job reporting just now. I’d like to give you a reward. What would you like?”

Haru’s jaw dropped, disbelief written all over his face. “Really?”

Yun Qimu replied, “Of course it’s real. I’m in a hurry, so think fast.”

Haru’s face lit up with excitement and he blurted out, “No need to think! I want to become an official resident of Earth Village. I’ve been dreaming about this! Village Chief Yun, can you make it happen?”

He looked at Yun Qimu with hopeful eyes. Monkey Qi, Zack, and the others also stopped in their tracks, hearts pounding as they looked over, full of anticipation.

Yun Qimu pondered for a moment. “Our Earth Village’s labor reform and slavery system is strict. Reporting someone once isn’t enough to erase your past crimes and make you an official resident.”

Haru’s smile instantly collapsed, his head drooping as he asked dejectedly, “Then… what do I have to do to wash away my slave status and become an official resident?”

Yun Qimu couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. “I didn’t say it was impossible. You’ve taken good care of the children and shown you’re not a bad person at heart. You haven’t made any more mistakes in the village and have worked hard to complete your tasks. Plus, your report today was meritorious. So, I can give you a chance to become an official resident—if you’re willing.”

Haru nodded eagerly, his face glowing with excitement. “I’m willing! Village Chief Yun, please tell me—how can I become an official resident of Earth Village?”

Yun Qimu thought for a moment and said, “Here’s the deal: I’ll give you a probation period as an official resident. It’ll last one month. After that, I’ll hold a village-wide vote. If over sixty percent of the villagers agree, you’ll become an official resident. During this probation, you have the right to refuse any slave tasks assigned by the system and can focus on winning the villagers’ approval. How does that sound?”

“Great!” Haru agreed immediately, already planning in his heart how to win everyone over.

Zack and the other space pirates looked on with envy and resentment. They knew better than anyone what a good life official residents had compared to the misery of being a slave. Haru’s luck was unbelievable.

Monkey Qi was also filled with regret. If he’d known, he would’ve reported Jason himself—then this good fortune could’ve been his. Once he became an official resident, he’d never have to fear Zack, that idiot boss, again.

After witnessing this, Monkey Qi started to seriously consider working toward becoming an official resident. From then on, he threw himself into every system task, no longer slacking off but working hard to show himself as a diligent and capable member of the community, all in hopes of earning his own chance.

[Ding dong—Slaves, please proceed to the leftmost side of the village to clean the garbage dump.]

Monkey Qi dashed to the front like a whirlwind, rolled up his sleeves, held his breath, and started working hard on the trash pile. The other space pirates who arrived after him were stunned.

One after another, they scratched their heads in confusion. “When did this guy get so motivated? Didn’t he say his hand was injured and he couldn’t lift heavy stuff? Damn, he just picked up that huge chunk of iron like it was nothing!”

With the excitement at the village gate over, Yun Qimu strolled back with her freshly picked Danmu berries. She rolled her eyes at Wu Xingyu, who was sticking close by, trying to soak up her luck. “Hey, I’ve pretty much finished up things here in Earth Village. How about you?”

Wu Xingyu shot her a mildly dissatisfied glance. “I’ve got nothing going on. Just waiting for you.”

“Uh…” Yun Qimu scratched her nose awkwardly. “Well, I’m the village chief, so I’ve been busy. Since you’re all set, how about this: once I finish making this batch of Danmu gummies, we’ll head out this afternoon.”

Wu Xingyu nodded with reserved satisfaction. “That works.”

Yun Qimu shrugged and continued walking, her tone lightening. “My little brother is organizing people in the greenhouse. The fruits and veggies will be ready soon, and we’ll store them in your preservation space ring. Don’t forget to load them up later.”

Wu Xingyu nodded. “I know.”

Yun Qimu continued, “Think about what else we can sell. This time, we’ve got water, greenhouse fruits and veggies, green jellystone, clothes, and Danmu gummies. Not a huge variety. Doesn’t really look like a proper merchant caravan, does it?”

Wu Xingyu agreed—having so few products didn’t fit his image as a big-time merchant leader. He frowned, racking his brains and drawing on his past trading experience in the Empire. “Spices. No matter where you are, spices are always valuable. Salt and MSG are important, but star anise, cinnamon, and other spices fetch higher prices. Soy sauce and bean paste are even more valuable.”

Yun Qimu’s eyes lit up. “Perfect! Auntie Song has been collecting those lately. She’s not satisfied with the vinegar from the game, says it lacks soul, and she’s been trying to brew her own. I wonder if she’s succeeded yet. Let’s go check it out later and take a batch to sell.”

Wu Xingyu gave her an approving look and nodded. “Sounds good.”

Yun Qimu pressed, “Anything else? Keep thinking.”

Wu Xingyu narrowed his eyes in thought. As they passed a greenhouse, he glanced inside and a spark lit up in his dark eyes. “Flowers. We can sell orchids. My uncle’s grown a ton of them.”

“Uh…” Yun Qimu stopped in her tracks and looked into the greenhouse. The orchids inside were blooming beautifully, filling the air with fragrance. Mo Xie had poured his heart and soul into cultivating them. Last time, Pei Yu had only knocked off a few petals and got a black eye for it. Now they were going to sell them?

Yun Qimu felt this might be a stretch.

Would flower-maniac Mo Xie ever agree to this?

But Wu Xingyu looked mysterious and confident. “He will. Uncle will definitely let us sell them.”

Yun Qimu scratched her head, still doubtful, but chose to trust her partner. “Alright, I’ll leave that to you. But let’s not take too many this first time—rare things are more valuable, and on a backwater planet like this, not many people can afford them anyway.”

Wu Xingyu’s face fell—he’d been planning to take a hundred pots or so. His voice dropped by eighty degrees. “Got it.”"