I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 197: Regretting Profoundly

Chapter 197: Chapter 197: Regretting Profoundly

Han Xianglan’s heart tightened on the other end of the phone, her hand holding the receiver suddenly sweated, and after a moment of hesitation, she asked dryly, "Qingyu, have you forgotten?"

"I don’t recall, did I ever fall into the river?"

"...You fell into the big river between our Qiao Family Team and Hejia Village that summer when you were twelve."

"How did I fall in?"

"You were standing on a rock saying there were red carp in the river, then you slipped and fell in..." As she said this, Han Xianglan suddenly felt a chill.

"Weren’t there other people around me?"

Han Xianglan furrowed her brows tightly on the other end, "Qingyu, what are you trying to say?"

"Mom, I had a dream last night. I think it was when I was around eleven or twelve. A little girl was showing me the carp in the river, and then she pushed me in from behind."

Han Xianglan’s heart pounded, as there were quite a few people washing clothes by the riverbank at that time, vividly, her daughter was standing alone on the big rock, leaning forward, still saying where the red carp were, but she fell in the next second.

The river water was especially deep in the summer, but luckily there were many people by the river who rescued her in a flurry.

"Did you dream anything else?"

"No, that was the only dream I had, so I wanted to ask you."

"Qingyu, did you just say someone pushed you into the river?" Han Xianglan’s voice trembled on the phone.

Qiao Qingyu quickly shook her head, "No, it was just a dream. Weren’t many people watching me alone?"

Han Xianglan softly hummed, "Why suddenly have such a dream?"

"I don’t know, but it’s a bit blurry now. Mom, let’s not talk about this. Do you have money to spend right now?" Qiao Qingyu quickly changed the subject.

"Why would I not? I haven’t even spent the money you left me."

"Then spend it, buy whatever you should buy; I’ll give you more later."

"I know, I know, but there’s little need for spending money living in the village." Han Xianglan then added, "Besides, you mailed us so many things recently; don’t waste money like that in the future."

Older generations are like that, accustomed to frugality even with money in hand, what she had mailed them were clothes, fabric, towels, and soap brought back from Nangang City, along with ten pairs of rain boots.

The village paths are poor, making rain boots the most suitable for summer.

She had planned to buy some things to mail to her parents when she went to Beijing, but before she could buy them, Meng Siqi had an accident, and then she hurriedly returned to Xichuan.

But there would be more opportunities in the future.

After the autumn harvest, she planned to stay at the Qiao Family Team for a while.

After chatting for a few more heartfelt sentences, Qiao Qingyu casually asked, "Mom, after all these years, haven’t you ever wondered about your biological parents and where they might be? Don’t you want to find them?"

Han Xianglan didn’t mind this question at all, perhaps because she was often asked, she cheerily said, "Decades have passed, and after they sold me to Old Lady He, they left. I was too young to remember anything back then, where would I even start looking for them?"

"What if they come looking for you?" Qiao Qingyu cautiously added another question, "Mom, would you recognize them?"

"Why would I recognize them when they sold me?"

"Do you have no memory of them at all?"

"No, back then I was sick and had a high fever; surviving was already fortunate enough, let alone remembering so much."

It seemed that Han Xianglan believed that the two people who sold her must have been her biological parents.

But now Qiao Qingyu didn’t know how to start talking about the Wu Family.

She tentatively said, "Mom, do you think there are parents in the world who could be so cruel? You must have been very cute as a child, how could they bear to sell you? Maybe those people were traffickers who stole you from your biological parents and then sold you."

"Ah, decades ago someone already told me this, but now I can’t find those two people, so I don’t know what happened."

"Does Old Lady He have any impressions of those two people?"

"At that time, when things were chaotic, Old Lady He said she couldn’t remember, she had forgotten what those two looked like long ago."

"Mom, if they ever come to recognize you, don’t pay any attention to them or meet with them alone."

Han Xianglan laughed, "What are you talking about, child? I am over fifty now, even if they are alive, they would be in their seventies or eighties, how could they possibly come to recognize me? I’m not an official, I am just a rural woman, what use would recognizing me be?"

"How could it be useless? You still have your daughter, me. I will be very powerful in the future. I’m telling you in advance, if anyone tries to claim kinship with you, you should report it to the authorities, don’t give them any opportunity."

"Alright, I definitely won’t let them take advantage of my daughter," Han Xianglan said with indulgent laughter.

Qiao Qingyu chuckled.

"Mom, let’s leave it at that for now. You guys are doing well, and I am reassured. I’m fine here too, so you don’t need to worry about me. We can’t keep hogging the phone line, I’ll call you again if there’s anything."

After a few more words, Qiao Qingyu hung up the phone.

Standing in the study, she thought about how Mr. He and Old Lady He are still alive today.

Perhaps because they felt guilty towards He Shan, although he was their only son, the elderly couple had always lived in Hejia Village, only occasionally rushing to and from Beijing.

Probably one reason was their guilt for having sold his favorite girl to someone else, and another was Meng Siqi’s issue, though Old Lady He didn’t speak of it, occasionally her words would reveal her dissatisfaction with Meng Siqi and her regret for having sold Han Xianglan back then.

Everyone in Hejia Village and Qiao Family Team knew how much the old lady regretted it.

Old Lady He, whom Qiao Qingyu knew, had even secretly given her bean buns to eat when she was in Hejia Village.

...

After resting at home for a day, Qiao Qingyu drove the tractor, taking Xiao Hu and Rongrong to the wasteland.

This place could no longer be called wasteland, as the thousand silk hemp had flowered and would mature in a month.

The barley grass was growing best, a tenacious plant that, like wildfire not exhausting the wild grasses, revived with every spring breeze.

Especially after being cultivated into high-quality barley grass.

Qiao Qingyu later threw plenty of straw mushroom and oil mushroom spawn into the grassland.

Regarding the mushrooms in the grassland, she neither permitted nor forbade their collection.

She simply turned a blind eye, as she had no choice. If she allowed unrestricted picking, the entire grassland might be trampled flat.

Not to mention herself, even Mr. Qian would be so heartbroken that he’d cry.

Thus, if someone quietly picked some mushrooms occasionally, she just pretended not to see it.

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