I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 280: A Dead Pig Is Not Afraid of Boiling Water

Chapter 280: Chapter 280: A Dead Pig Is Not Afraid of Boiling Water

Sun Xiuyuan wanted to call out to Qiao Qingyu and get to know her, but even though the two seemed unhurried, they quickly turned to the other side of the Flower Pavilion and soon disappeared from her sight.

Sun Xiuyuan was in a bad mood, and the boy next to her quickly tried to cheer her up, "I heard the school is serving braised pork today; we should hurry or we won’t get any."

"It’s just braised pork, and you all drool over it."

"Hehe, we are indeed greedy, but how can we compare to classmate Xiuyuan? You look like a movie star, come from a good family, and even have great academic performance. No one can compare..."

Sun Xiuyuan’s mouth curled into a smile when she heard these compliments.

When Qiao Qingyu and He Xiuyu went to the dormitory, Professor Feng had just arrived. Seeing them, he happily poured water for them and talked a lot. Then the three of them left the campus and went to a restaurant across the street, ordering four dishes and three bowls of millet rice. The flavor was indeed not bad.

Rice was still a rare commodity and considered a fine grain. Corn and millet were abundant, but wanting to eat rice once a week was a luxury.

It wasn’t that Qiao Qingyu was hesitant, first because rice cultivation wasn’t widespread, especially in the north, where rice was rarely grown, and she couldn’t go to the south at the moment. Moreover, Qiao Qingyu wanted to wait and see if hybrid rice technologies would appear, even if the old man from the book no longer existed and whether others would still appear following the historical course.

So, the plan to cultivate rice was set for next year.

Not much was said at the table, but after finishing the meal, Professor Feng still brought up the topic of rice.

He talked about things Qiao Qingyu didn’t know, such as the fact that high-quality rice was extremely scarce, mostly being long-grain rice. Professor Feng mentioned that the soil in North City was particularly suitable for rice cultivation.

It was a pity that the cultivation area was small and the yield was low. But, he had to admit, the taste was superb.

This wasn’t an exaggeration; from now into the future, North City’s rice would be top-notch, especially the rice grown with mountain spring water, which was exclusively supplied.

Qiao Qingyu hadn’t experimented with it and didn’t know the taste of the rice she might grow in her lab, but she thought it should be decent.

He Xiuyu caught on to Professor Feng’s words without showing any reaction, "Rice cultivation isn’t suitable in Xichuan. My hometown is in Hejia Village, not far from Qiao Family Team. The soil, surrounding environment, and climate near Qiao Family Team are suitable for cultivating one season of rice every year, but the best experimental fields should still be established south of the Yangtze River."

Professor Feng pondered a moment, nodded, and said, "That’s indeed the case. Let me write a letter to Professor Wang when I return and see if we can collaborate to find a plot for experimenting with high-yield rice cultivation."

Qiao Qingyu always listened silently without expressing her opinions, but no matter where the experimental field was, the plan to cultivate rice for next year was definite.

After resting for a while, it wasn’t good to stay in the restaurant for too long, so He Xiuyu took Professor Feng and Qiao Qingyu back to school, and then he drove back to the base.

By the time he reached the base, it was already afternoon. He went to find Old Lin, who told him that Yu Jing remained tight-lipped, showing a stubborn attitude as if nothing could harm her.

He Xiuyu thought for a while, if the child in Tian Li’s belly was indeed Wang Feng’s, then the breakthrough with Yu Jing would be quick.

Director Lin also knew this logic, frowning, "The problem now is that we cannot confirm it. Even if there is witness testimony, it still lacks incontrovertible evidence; we can only wait for the child to be born to see if it really belongs to Old Zhao..."

Tian Li was six months pregnant now, and even if she was culpable, she was in her pregnant stage, and after giving birth, it would be the breastfeeding period. The law has regulations in this regard, similar to how mentally ill individuals who commit murder are not held legally responsible.

If the breakthrough didn’t open up, the gang behind the scenes couldn’t be unearthed; catching only Yu Jing would be futile.

Now, they needed a net that would catch them all.

After all, times had changed; the activities of these people had become increasingly weak.

He Xiuyu said, "Director Lin, although Yu Jing is very committed to her so-called faith, she is also a woman, Wang Feng’s wife, and Xiao Xiao’s mother. How about this, when Qingyu returns, let her ask Zhu Guizhi to do some work."

Director Lin’s eyes lit up, "You mean let Zhu Guizhi visit Yu Jing and then casually tell her the truth she knows?"

He Xiuyu nodded.

If they went to talk, it wouldn’t be credible, but if Zhu Guizhi casually mentioned it, the credibility would be much higher, especially as Zhu Guizhi had indeed witnessed it firsthand.

Moreover, Zhu Guizhi had many reasons to talk.

...

At that moment, Tian Li, with her belly protruding, was pacing back and forth in the room, anxious and restless. She wasn’t worried; she was six months pregnant, and with three more months to childbirth and then breastfeeding, she had plenty of time.

She just hadn’t expected this plan to fail, having prepared for more than half a year, even conducting several rehearsals in the darkness of night. She had also arranged for an undercover agent to kill Yu Jing once it was confirmed that He Xiuyu and Qiao Qingyu had died.

This would allow her to continue her infiltration.

But now that the plan hadn’t succeeded, He Xiuyu, Qiao Qingyu, and even that child were completely unscathed. It was baffling; logically, they should have been blown sky high and then tumbled several times back down to earth. The jeep was still under repair, so how could the people inside have escaped unscathed, at least sustaining some fractures...

The fact remained that these three people were unharmed; Qiao Qingyu went to school, He Xiuyu went back to work as usual, and Rongrong went to primary school.

Tian Li placed her hand on her belly, her best safeguard, but she couldn’t understand why the higher-ups felt the Tenghai Base was a thorn in their flesh when to her it seemed so backward and impoverished.

But she couldn’t delve into these reasons; she could only execute her duties.

Sitting in another room, Old Lady Zhao’s heart was pounding anxiously.

Her daughter-in-law was pregnant, and of course, she was happy. She had even been persuaded to go to Qiao Qingyu’s vegetable garden.

But on that late August day, He Xiuyu and Qiao Qingyu had a car accident.

The people were unharmed, and Old Lady Zhao initially didn’t suspect anything, but when she heard they were safe, she accidentally caught her daughter-in-law’s eye showing a teeth-gritting expression, making the situation even more suspicious.

They say with age comes cunning, and even though an old horse may stumble, an old individual should be savvy even without much worldly experience.

She silently prayed to Buddha, hoping for a peaceful resolution, ideally without any further incidents.