I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 233 Tenacious Vitality

Chapter 233: Chapter 233 Tenacious Vitality

"It’s too simple," they held out pastries for me to eat, but none of them spoke to me. They just stood by my little uncle’s side and stared at him, their cheeks all red."

Then she eagerly sought recognition, "I helped you drive them away."

Qiao Qingyu had not seen He Xuerong for half a month. The little girl was truly affectionate toward her, clinging to her side. Qiao Qingyu reached out and pinched her little cheek, "Little aunt thanks you."

He Xuerong hugged Qiao Qingyu’s thigh with a smile, lifting her face and said in a tender voice, "Little aunt, I missed you so much."

Qiao Qingyu felt a bit guilty. To be honest, she hadn’t thought about the child at all during this past half-month because she had been too busy.

Especially since her mother had fallen seriously ill recently, leaving no time to think about this, but she couldn’t say that out loud, "Little aunt missed Rongrong too, so I bought you a sweater, a headband, and beautiful hair clips, all in the tote bag. Let’s go get them..."

He Xuerong cheered and dashed toward Qiao Qingyu’s bedroom.

Qiao Qingyu, however, looked outside at the weather with a worried frown.

She didn’t know how long the sandstorm would last.

...

In previous years, a sandstorm would last at least a fortnight, but this year they ended after just three days unexpectedly.

Qiao Qingyu knew that the poplars planted by Xichuan had been uprooted by the sandstorm.

But her barley grass was fine; its roots were so deeply fixed that even winds three levels stronger wouldn’t be a problem.

It was just that the dust was thick, and some places were sandy.

The thousand silk hemp had taken some damage, and the yield per acre would definitely decrease.

What was unexpected was how resilient the green radishes and honey pumpkins turned out to be.

Right, her five acres of potatoes were also unaffected.

It took her two days to review all the crops she was responsible for—barley grass, thousand silk hemp, cabbages, potatoes, honey pumpkins, and green radishes.

Overall, it was quite acceptable.

Qiao Qingyu felt more confident.

Lu Ye didn’t take pleasure in others’ misfortunes, but he felt a certain satisfaction inside. Professor Dong, who had been acting high and mighty every day, now had an ashen face.

The black poplars he had personally directed to be planted couldn’t withstand the sandstorm from a few days ago.

It was a good thing they had all persisted, because one could only imagine the consequences if they had removed the barley grass to plant those black poplars.

Lu Ye followed Professor Dong back from the sand control strip, and Professor Dong, with a somber expression, went to see Mr. Wu Xiujie at the hotel.

Mr. Wu Xiujie had now arrived in Xichuan.

Wu Tai didn’t look much like him; he must resemble his mother more.

He seemed like a very kind old man, but Lu Ye always felt that the old gentleman had too many schemes in his eyes.

Maybe that was normal, after all, one cannot survive without some skills in that country, relying solely on a brother would not suffice.

Inside the hotel, Mr. Wu Xiujie listened to Professor Dong’s report, with his son Wu Peng standing beside him.

Professor Dong might be arrogant in public, but he couldn’t even straighten his back in front of Mr. Wu Xiujie.

Wu Peng tugged at the corner of his mouth, gazing deeply at Professor Dong. He was the most academically advanced among the first batch of orphans his father had nurtured, but even after coming to China, he was faced with setbacks at every turn.

Yet, he was of great use.

But even now, he didn’t know what his father planned to do.

In his father’s hands, he didn’t know how many such orphans there were. They were engaged in various professions and were all outstanding. Although they couldn’t infiltrate every corner, they could be utilized whenever he wished.

He hated him, on the one hand, but on the other, he both respected and feared this father.

If he possessed even a tenth, no, just one percent of his father’s savvy, he wouldn’t be in this situation today.

But he didn’t understand why his father, possessing such great influence, insisted on changing his nationality back to Huaxia? What development could he find in this poor and backward country?

According to his abilities and the electoral system of capitalist countries, his father could have easily run for president.

Could it be because he was getting too old?

Or was it simply unrealistic?

So, what did he want to do by returning to his homeland?

Thinking of a certain possibility, Wu Peng’s back broke out in a cold sweat.

Could it really be what he was thinking?

Too terrifying.

That was an abyss, an unfathomably deep one.

Wu Peng’s face remained calm, but the guesses just now had churned his insides like turbulent waves.

At this moment, Wu Xiujie was completely unaware of the wild ideas his son next to him was entertaining.

He looked at Professor Dong with a gentle expression and said, "You’ve done well. It’s impossible for one person to make such a significant change alone. After all, we are new here; it’s normal for them not to trust us. But does Barley Grass truly have such tenacious vitality?"

"Indeed, it has great vitality. Its roots penetrate deep into the soil, and it doesn’t drain too much groundwater. To say that it is a mutant grass species isn’t quite accurate—it could also be referred to as an exceptional grass species."

"You should stay here; I’ll apply for temporary residency for you."

Professor Dong breathed a sigh of relief; as long as he didn’t have to change his nationality, it was fine. He didn’t want to come back; his home, his roots were actually in M country.

"In the coming time, you need to keep a close watch. After Barley Grass matures, keep the seeds in hand, then think of a way to destroy the Barley Grass. Such a superior grass species must not be allowed to grow on this land."

Professor Dong nodded, and Wu Peng quietly uttered a sound of acknowledgment.

No one felt that Wu Xiujie’s commands were particularly abhorrent. They simply saw it as a minor task, easily accomplished.

Because they held in their hands the world’s most terrifying weed killer.

...

Lu Ye didn’t go to see Qingyu but phoned her to inquire about soybean seeds. Qiao Qingyu told him that she had already secured three thousand jin and would send them over with the corn seeds.

Qiao Qingyu also said, "Lu Ye, actually I don’t recommend you planting soybeans on a large scale. I can share some corn seeds with you."

Without hesitation, Lu Ye accepted her offer over the phone, "Alright."

Qiao Qingyu was momentarily stunned, "Why did you agree so quickly?" Then she realized, "Lu Xiaopang, have you been coveting my corn seeds all along?"

Lu Ye chuckled on the phone, "Thanks, King Qiao," and then promptly hung up.

Qiao Qingyu glared, learning that Lu Xiaopang had also picked up some cunning.

Even without the proverbial chilling autumn rain, the temperatures dropped lower each day.

During the day, Qingyu was busy running back and forth, insisting that Old Xie and Xiaxi Commune’s Vice Director Qian quickly harvest the honey pumpkins.

And not to forget to save the seeds.

Except for the honey pumpkins that Old Xie specifically planted in the newly established farm, those grown by the commune members of Xiaxi Commune were basically scattered around fields, underneath eaves, and in backyards.

But their yield was gratifying, hardly affected by the sandy weather.

Vice Director Qian delivered a sack to Qiao Qingyu, and in the afternoon, Old Xie came by on his bicycle with another sack.

Old Xie was happy; although the pumpkins weren’t very large, their high yield was promising. After a rough estimate, there were almost eighty thousand jin.

Peeling the pumpkins, scooping out the seeds, and cutting them into small pieces to cook with millet into a porridge made for a delicious and nutritious meal.

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