I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 265 He Hates Qiao Qingyu to Death

Chapter 265: Chapter 265 He Hates Qiao Qingyu to Death

"It’s almost like a treasure. However, when they start working, you need to keep an eye on them—don’t let them run off. We’re going to be busy here for a while," Qiao Qingyu instructed.

"Okay, I got it. Don’t worry, leave it to me."

The 3,000 acres had all been sown, and the rest was up to the weather to bring rain. If it didn’t rain, they’d have to find another way.

Now, the biggest issue on this land was probably the treasure buried beneath it.

They needed to return it intact to where it originally belonged.

But that was no small matter; it involved various aspects and wasn’t just the responsibility of one department. Even Yushu County couldn’t take charge on its own.

Luckily, the engineering troops led by He Shan had taken over. They were just waiting for the responsible authorities from Xichuan and Beijing to arrive, and then they would collaborate with the cultural preservation center from Sansha City to form a special action team.

He Shan and his engineering troops had set up camp on the north side of the Barley Grassland, near the Willow Wood Forest planted by Qiao Qingyu.

Qiao Qingyu glanced far over her Barley Grassland. There were many people here with quite a number of villagers watching from a distance, and many engineers setting up warning lines and building security zones.

Qiao Qingyu knew she could get in if she revealed her identity, but she decided to drive the tractor back to the family compound instead.

This wasn’t something that could be settled in a day or two.

Maintaining the complete integrity of the items without damage was very difficult.

As for what would happen to her grassland, that depended on their project’s progress.

After Qiao Qingyu left, a van that the locals had never seen before drove over from the direction of the main road.

Then the van stopped outside the security line.

They were barred from entering.

The guards wouldn’t let them in, even if they revealed their identities and ensured household safety.

Wu Xiujie’s face turned ashen.

He was usually well-informed.

He hated Qiao Qingyu to death.

That damned girl, if she had agreed to subcontract the grassland to him, wouldn’t he have discovered it by now?

His only targets were the Buddha Tower and the Golden Buddha; the rest were just a smokescreen.

He wasn’t foolish; the challenge was immense, similar to fifty years ago, but high rewards always bring brave souls, and traitors were never scarce on this land.

As long as he could smuggle part of it out, his trip to China could conclude satisfactorily.

But now, all his plans had gone awry.

He had exerted so much manpower, resources, and financial power, only to end up with zero!

So how could he possibly be content with that?

After receiving the news, he rushed over immediately.

Returning from an inspection on the other side, He Shan squinted at a distant group of people, chuckling, "He’s quite quick."

He wondered what Wu Xiujie’s mood would be upon seeing this.

Smiling, he turned to the young comrade beside him and said, "Go, invite Mr. Wu Xiujie over here."

With the leader’s order, the young comrade cheerfully brought Wu Xiujie, his son Wu Peng, Professor Dong, and a secretary inside.

Today, Wu Xiujie was holding a briefcase, which he usually never carried himself; it was always handled by his secretary. But today, he clutched the briefcase tightly in his hand.

Inside the briefcase were a map and a diary.

He knew he shouldn’t open it, but he wanted to bring both items.

The excavation had to proceed with utmost caution, although they had created an opening, the underground space had accessible passages.

Moreover, they couldn’t afford another collapse.

Hence, everyone stood within the safe perimeter.

Wu Peng knew the inside story, and though he felt a tinge of regret, he also recognized that these people seemed to have oversimplified the land and its people.

Put it this way, it was like a group of city folks who considered themselves noble and decided to live in the countryside for a while, bringing along things the rural people had never seen and driving cars they had never encountered, only to realize upon arrival that it wasn’t as simple as doing whatever they wanted.

The crops in the fields belonged to someone, and chickens, ducks, and geese couldn’t just be caught and cooked.

Each household had its own building site, and even if they brought a truckload of building materials, they had no place to build a house.

This was approximately what Wu Peng was thinking at the moment.

He had even advised Wu Xiujie more than once to leave hastily before things got exposed, to no longer treat these people like fools.

He realized that his father was now a persistent fool!

Of course, Wu Xiujie was unaware of what his son thought.

He squatted on the grass, his feet numb, yet his eyes couldn’t stray from the Golden Buddha.

A gleam of greed flashed in Wu Xiujie’s eyes, which He Shan observed clearly and silently sneered.

At this moment, the elusive golden glow stung Wu Xiujie’s eyes, causing him pain.

He grew angry, feeling as if a cat was clawing at his chest.

He hastily stood up, and Wu Peng by his side quickly extended a hand to help him, preventing him from falling.

Beside them, He Shan cheerfully said, "Mr. Wu, it’s precisely because of your distinguished contributions and your special status that you are allowed a peek. Otherwise, others wouldn’t be able to come in."

Wu Xiujie snorted coldly through his nose.

In a sarcastic tone, he said, "I’ve heard that some things are better left buried underground. If they are exposed to the air and oxidize, breaking down, that wouldn’t be good, so you need to be careful."

He cursed inwardly that it would be better if this place blew up.

Suddenly, He Shan said, "Mr. Wu, you also need to be cautious..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Wu Xiujie, walking ahead, was suddenly tripped by the undergrowth. Even with Wu Peng holding him, it was too late to pull him back, so both father and son ended up sprawled out on the grass together.

And their direction of prostration was towards that benevolent Golden Buddha.

Suddenly, all around them fell silent.

Wu Xiujie’s complexion changed, and he no longer dared to speak haughtily, hurriedly leaving the scene with his men in disarray.

The excavation and protection work continued.

Meanwhile, Qiao Qingyu took Rongrong to Sister-in-law Li’s house. Taking the Research Base’s vehicle, she accompanied Director Xie to Jiusanwu Farm to purchase sea buckthorn seeds.

Director Xie and the farm manager of Jiusanwu Farm were old classmates, and naturally, they greeted each other warmly upon meeting. They had already discussed over the phone beforehand, so that day, they managed to secure three thousand pounds of sea buckthorn seeds and returned to Tenghai Research Base.

This time, two thousand two hundred pounds of sea buckthorn seeds were cultivated.

The remaining eight hundred pounds were defective.

However, Qiao Qingyu, like the previous year, scattered them in a forest to the east of her house.

The grass seeds spread last year had also turned quite green this year.

The once barren soil gradually began to take on a hint of green.

After returning home, Qiao Qingyu made dumplings and took a tractor to the treasure site, also known as her Barley Grassland.

No idle bystanders were present after several days away, but they still found the passage.