Chapter 1618 - 1581: Fragrant Crab Roe (Part 3)

"My father has passed away. I’ll take you back to pay respects next spring," Abby lowered her head, her voice slightly hoarse.

Although Marcus Quinn has made some money, it’s just a drop in the ocean compared to the Chase Family’s assets. They are still unable to confront her fierce relatives, nor can they deal with the people who once harmed her. Therefore, Abby can only postpone returning to Seacoast until next spring.

After a fall and a winter, the holiday village should be on track. By then, she will take Marcus Quinn back to pay respects to her father discreetly while planning for the future.

Marcus Quinn’s tall figure trembled slightly, not expecting Abby’s father to have passed away. She didn’t mention any other relatives. It turns out she has no home to return to, no wonder she hasn’t mentioned going home these days. The man’s heart ached a little, and he gently stroked the young girl’s head, saying in a deep voice, "Abby, I’ll always stay beside you."

"Mm." Abby’s eyes were slightly red, she nodded and tears fell. Marcus Quinn, apart from her parents, is the kindest person to her. He saved her life, and she trusts him.

Five days later, all the wild ginseng in the mountains had been dug up, and each household made 800,000 to 900,000. Marcus Quinn alone made 8.3 million, combined with the previous sale of goldfish, totaling around 10 million.

The elderly, weak, sick, and disabled villagers who stayed behind also earned money, causing their children to stop going out to work. Seeing the drastic changes within a month, Anfield Village has transformed significantly. Construction teams entered the village, fenced off the lake behind it, built beautiful promenades and wooden bridges, and extended the wooden bridges to the holiday village. With such a beautiful living environment and herds of cattle and sheep behind the village, everyone joyfully decided to farm at home. Even Old Quinn’s grandson returned to farm, as they naturally believed farming could be profitable.

Moreover, ordinary families felt that 800,000 to 900,000 was the money one couldn’t earn in a lifetime of working, so they were very satisfied. They all sought out Uncle Shui, wanting to cultivate the fallow land at home again, and asked him about the housing prices in Green County and the cost of shops, hoping to buy a shop in Green County in the future and rent it out for income.

Holding so much money, they feared it might turn to waste paper in the bank, and worried it might be stolen if hidden at home.

Uncle Shui was very happy to see these robust men willing to return to Anfield Village to develop, feeling buying shops was feasible, farming was profitable, and that developing the holiday village together was the right path.

Thus, some families bought shops in Green County, while others learned from Marcus Quinn, contracting hills to plant fruit trees, renting abandoned village fields to dig pits and plant crops. Knowing Marcus Quinn planned to plant medicinal herbs, many wanted to follow him in growing herbs. Others uniquely contracted forests hoping to grow mountain mushrooms.

Everyone was brimming with energy. Although it was not yet New Year, Anfield Village was extraordinarily lively.

By November, the wooden bridge over the lake was completed, and the boardwalk extended to the holiday village. Marcus Quinn led his team to build the holiday village gate at the village entrance, buying a large boulder and engraving it with the words "Green Meadow Wonderland Resort," thus completing the preliminary beautification of the holiday village.

After a month of trial operation, Marcus Quinn decided to officially launch the holiday village, choosing November 1st for the opening ribbon-cutting ceremony. On that day, the county mayor of Green County, the party secretary returning from study, and experts from the Agricultural Institute attended. With leaders present, the event was significant. Coupled with a month’s prior publicity, the ribbon-cutting day saw a small peak in visitors, with people from Green County and nearby cities driving in.

At the same time, the ticket prices of the neighboring scenic area increased, and Green County set up a special fund dedicated to tourism development.

The first three days of official operations offered a 50% discount as a thank-you, so the visitor flow was high, and everyone was busy late into the night. In November, the autumn crabs in the river plumped up, and after finishing the work, the village children went up the mountains and into the river to catch crabs.

The scenic area has lakes and river waters. During this season, the village kids all carry baskets to catch crabs. The mountain water quality is good, the land is vast, and people are sparse, so every time they return with baskets full.

Abby received crabs sent by villagers almost daily. Marcus Quinn tied the claws of the blue crabs and steamed them with salt, cooking wine, and ginger, then prepared a whole jar of dipping sauce, eventually taking the steamed crabs out to soak in the jar.

When eaten, it’s delicious and flavorful. The crab roe is fresh and rich, the crab aroma fragrant, and crab oil covered one’s hands. After Abby ate two crabs every time, Marcus Quinn wouldn’t let her eat more, making her so greedy that tears came out.