I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 111 Qiao Family Team

But for Qiao Qingyu, that cabbage seed was simply the cream of the crop.

It was delicious and resistant to pests.

None of these problems existed.

At this moment, the vegetable garden behind her was still pitch-dark without a hint of green, after all, it wasn’t even a week since Qiao Qingyu planted the seeds.

But she estimated it would only be a matter of days, so she had to be vigilant.

Liu Qiao Wen and Zhu Mingli stood on the roadside of the family residence, both of them, as if by some tacit understanding, looking towards Qiao Qingyu’s house.

Liu Qiao Wen had been out for some time now, darker and thinner than before, scolded and warned by her husband after her return, her status at home had plummeted.

Thus, she despised Qiao Qingyu to the extreme.

But now Qiao Qingyu seemed to have reached a height she could no longer touch, not just her living arrangements but even the woman herself had become unreachable.

Zhu Mingli was revising, preparing for university entrance exams. She glanced at the bitter expression on Liu Qiao Wen next to her and curled the corner of her mouth slightly, "Qiao Qingyu is really riding high these days. After dealing with the two of us, she’s off scot-free, and my mom says getting married is like being reborn a second time. Qiao Qingyu’s first rebirth wasn’t so great, but she sure hit the jackpot on her second try."

Liu Qiao Wen withdrew her gaze to look at Zhu Mingli, and this past month had made her deeply realize something—that one should never underestimate anyone around them.

Nor should they think they are the smart ones.

And definitely not become a tool in someone else’s hands.

She was such a good example huh, Aunt Meng in Beijing was without a scratch, Qiao Qingyu was triumphant, while she, Liu Qiao Wen, had been subjected to reform through labor for a month, becoming a lifelong stain, also becoming the talk of her family.

She exhaled slowly, her expression calm and gentle, "Qiao Qingyu is young and beautiful, and with Chief Engineer He they are a match made in heaven, just like a pair of golden boy and jade girl, I’m truly happy for them."

Zhu Mingli’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Liu Qiao Wen.

The ability to tell such a blatant lie was too strong; the look she had just given was as if she wanted to burn down Qiao Qingyu’s house, yet now she could say such sanctimonious words. It seemed the month she spent on the inside wasn’t in vain.

She scoffed and, carrying her belongings, turned and walked away, while Liu Qiao Wen didn’t care at all and headed towards the innermost part of the family residence.

The weather was rather gloomy today, and as she raised her head to glance at the sky, she thought to herself, they say every dog has its day, so she wasn’t in a hurry, she would eventually find an opportunity to take her revenge.

...

Meanwhile, Lu Ye arrived at Xiaxi Commune and learned from Mr. Qian that Qiao Qingyu had returned to her hometown, leaving him stunned. He couldn’t help but ask, "Why so suddenly? She never mentioned it. Is she going back alone?"

Mr. Qian chuckled, "Yes, Qingyu went back by herself. There must be some issues at home, but it’s good she’s going back. I told Qingyu, see if she can bring more of those cabbage seeds. It’s already too late to plant grains for the season, but if we can grow that base’s cabbage, it’d solve more than half of the commune members’ food issue for the winter..."

Lu Ye listened somewhat distractedly; Qiao Qingyu’s departure was very abrupt, must be something urgent at home. That bastard He Xiuyu, all he knows is work, letting Qiao Qingyu travel thousands of miles back home alone.

Lu Ye’s brows furrowed.

He looked at Mr. Qian, his tone slightly displeased, "Mr. Qian, you are now fully responsible for the agricultural planting of Xiaxi Commune. You can’t pin all your hopes on Qiao Qingyu, you also need to figure things out and put in the effort. I’ve already made arrangements with the seed station in the county—you can go there to see if they have any good vegetable seeds..."

Mr. Qian looked at Lu Ye with surprise, unable to fully grasp the young man’s thoughts.

However, Mr. Qian didn’t do everything for himself, and since the disaster struck, he hadn’t been eating or sleeping well. Now, so thin that a gust of wind could blow him over, was it easy for him?

He still patiently said, "Mr. Lu, what you’re saying makes sense. We have already been to the county’s seed station and secured a batch of seeds, which are currently on the way. But what I value even more are the cabbage seeds in Comrade Qiao Qingyu’s possession. If we could really get our hands on them and plant them now, it would be just in time. By autumn, I can guarantee that all members of Xiaxi Commune will have cabbage to eat in winter."

Lu Ye paused and couldn’t say much else. After a few simple words, he turned and left.

Mr. Qian wanted to see him out, but the young man walked quickly with long strides. By the time Mr. Qian reached the commune’s entrance, Lu Ye was already speeding away in a jeep.

Mr. Qian stood with his hands behind his back. The weather was overcast today, and though the forecast had said it would be cloudy, he didn’t know if it would rain.

Wells were being dug on the barren land in the county, and he needed to go and check on them again.

If it didn’t rain soon, even the drought-resistant thousand silk hemp wouldn’t survive without a drop of water.

...

Two days later, Qiao Qingyu stood at the entrance of Qiao Family Team’s village.

They say the closer you get to home, the more you falter. Even if she sometimes remembered her childhood with a touch of nostalgia, at this moment, Qiao Qingyu didn’t feel anything special.

But there was still a sense of warmth, as this was the place where her body had grown up. People always have a unique affection for their hometown.

There was a large rock at the entrance of the village, and not far away was a broad river, tens of meters wide. Across the river was a poplar forest, and beyond those trees lay Hejia Village.

Looking around, Qiao Qingyu still felt a warmth inside.

This feeling must have come from within her, different from what she felt in the West River Family Residence. With a smile at the corner of her mouth, Qiao Qingyu prepared to enter the village.

Just then, she suddenly heard an astonished cry from behind, "My goodness, isn’t that Qiao Qingyu?"

Qiao Qingyu quickly turned her head and saw it was Aunt Qiao from the east end of the village.

This woman had a harsh appearance and was known for being the biggest gossip in the village.

She scrutinized Qiao Qingyu from head to toe with unabashed curiosity, as if she wished she could strip her clothes and look everything over. That gaze was rather uncomfortable. Qiao Qingyu frowned, but still greeted politely, "Aunt Qiao..."

Qiao Family Team, as the name implies, is a place where 80% of the families bear the Qiao surname.

Many of them are distant relatives, and they can marry each other.

At this time, three more people came walking by; it was almost time for lunch. Some carried baskets with wild garlic and dandelions—right, this season in the Northern Land, many wild greens were sprouting.

The dandelions, once washed, could be dipped in sauce or blanched, chopped, and used to fill dumplings.

The small wild garlics could be pickled.

Add some vinegar to them, and they’d be sour and crisp, a particularly good accompaniment to a meal.

The gazes the other women gave Qiao Qingyu were similar to Aunt Qiao’s, inspecting her with a discretion that seemed suppressed, as if they were like toads trapped under a child’s foot, bulging their eyes and croaking furiously.