I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 303: She Treats Wheat as Grass

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: She Treats Wheat as Grass

Everyone was genuinely happy for Qiao Qingyu; this was what they call a match made in heaven.

They left with bubbling enthusiasm, and returned even more passionately excited.

Old Xie even took them to visit the farm breeding base’s greenhouse at the research base. These kids may seem like youngsters now, but give it another three years, and they would all be bonafide technical talents.

What was lacking now?

Talent, of course.

Despite the base’s large population, there was a conspicuous scarcity of talent in agriculture. Therefore, Old Xie was especially hospitable, warming everyone’s hearts, and even prompting quite a few to decide that they must study harder, to improve their grades. That way, if they could get into Tenghai Research Base’s farm, they too could have a chance to shine.

Qiao Qingyu thought Li Bo would talk to her about his family matters, but it seemed he had long forgotten about it.

So Qiao Qingyu pretended not to know anything about it either.

However, she did think that since she had promised Li Bo’s mother, she ought to find an opportunity to buy some canned pastries to visit her.

Xichuan Agricultural College also had its own experimental fields and labs.

Professor Feng had also set up a greenhouse in a secluded part of the school.

The vegetables in the greenhouse had already sprouted.

For students of the agricultural college, it was essential to connect theory with practice.

It wouldn’t do if after three years of study, one’s knowledge was confined to books, spouting empty words and tall tales the moment they set foot in the fields.

Thus, the existence of this greenhouse was crucial.

On this particular day, they were in the middle of a lecture—it was Professor Feng’s class—when the classroom door was violently pushed open by a student from another department, who urgently said to Professor Feng, "Professor Feng, it’s terrible, your greenhouse has been destroyed."

Professor Feng was stunned, then the thirty-something students from the Class of ’81 majoring in agricultural sciences sprang to their feet.

The field of agricultural sciences was broad, including, among other things, seed cultivation.

Of course, even in an agricultural college, not everyone was there to learn how to deal with animals and plants. There were many majors—finance, foreign languages, water resources, civil engineering—for instance, Sun Xiuyuan, who always claimed to be the school beauty, was majoring in business administration.

At that moment, she was sitting on what she considered her patch of grass, holding a rose, while a female classmate took photos of her and a male classmate stood by.

They were right inside Professor Feng’s greenhouse.

Qiao Qingyu was shocked; she even wanted to give the audacious Sun Xiuyuan a thousand likes.

She had never seen anyone so bold.

Seeing so many people enter, led by an ashen-faced Professor Feng, Sun Xiuyuan finally got up from the small patch of wheat that Professor Feng had been carefully tending.

She straightened her clothes, yet she remained standing amidst the wheat.

Professor Feng, trembling, pointed at Sun Xiuyuan.

This old man had devoted his entire life to agriculture, only knowing how to work tirelessly; now he was so angry he didn’t even know what to say.

Qingyu raised her voice, "Sun Xiuyuan, those are wheat! You come out right now."

Wheat?

That she knew.

Sun Xiuyuan furrowed her brow but also quickly walked out of the wheat field, standing on the open space in the middle, turning her head to look around, and pouting, "It’s just wheat, huh? I thought it was grass."

Then she curled the end of her braid and said haughtily, "I’ve never been to the countryside before. How would I know whether these are wheat stalks or grass? They look so similar."

Professor Feng was so livid he didn’t even want to look at her; he scolded Sun Xiuyuan and the other female classmate taking photos, "Who allowed you to come in? Which department are you from?"

Both students realized that they seemed to have caused trouble, but they didn’t step on anything—it was just Sun Xiuyuan wanting to take a few photos.

Professor Feng told the class monitor beside him, "Go and get their class teacher for me."

Sun Xiuyuan was taken aback. She wasn’t unintelligent or unwise; it’s just that, from childhood to adulthood, she really had been pampered and grew up enjoying the best resources no matter how difficult the times or how harsh the environment.

People like her hadn’t been tempered by society, always surrounded by a group that coddled and doted on her.

She was here just to take a photo, not thinking it was a big deal.

But if the class teacher found out, it wouldn’t look good.

Although the teacher definitely wouldn’t criticize her, it would still be an embarrassment.

Sun Xiuyuan hurried forward to stop the agricultural class monitor, speaking with sincerity to Professor Feng, "Professor Feng, I’m sorry, I was too careless. I’ve never been to the countryside, so naturally, I didn’t realize wheat and grass looked so similar. I just wanted to test out the camera quality my dad brought back from his overseas trip, I truly didn’t mean to cause you this much trouble. How about I compensate for it?"

Sun Xiuyuan was also quite skilled in speaking—while apologizing and making amends, she emphasized her family’s extraordinary status. Her dad had gone abroad on a research trip, after all.

And who could go abroad for research at that time?

Needless to say, everyone knew who her father was.

He was Xichuan’s second-in-command.

Indeed, Sun Xiuyuan’s attitude was quite humble by now, seeing the situation getting serious with the mention of fetching the class teacher, the other two classmates also felt uneasy and hurriedly followed, "We’re sorry, Professor Feng, we really didn’t touch anything. Even for the photos, we stood on the bare ground; Sun Xiuyuan was just sitting there for a moment..."

The professor held anger in his chest, but he wasn’t someone easily swayed by others. He told the students nearby, "Back to your classes, no need to gather around here." Then he glared at the class monitor, "Why are you still here? Do you expect this old man to make the trip himself?"

The class monitor quickly turned and jogged away to find the head of the business management department.

Sun Xiuyuan’s face darkened, she stamped her foot, and said discontentedly, "Professor Feng, I’ve already apologized and offered compensation. Why can’t you be reasonable?"

Professor Feng said furiously, "That’s utterly unreasonable."

There’s no way Qiao Qingyu could wait for others to back up Professor Feng; after all, both hailed from Tenghai Research Base.

Qingyu looked at Sun Xiuyuan with a mocking smile, pointed to the greenhouse, and asked, "Sun, do you know what this place is?"

Sun Xiuyuan didn’t expect Qingyu to speak up again; it had been her who called her out from the so-called wheat field. Biting her teeth, she wanted to say she didn’t know, but her pride was too strong to lie, "Of course, I know, this is Professor Feng’s greenhouse experimental field."

"Oh, so you do know this is Professor Feng’s greenhouse experimental field," Qingyu said. "Then the rest follows. I know you’re a business management student, but that doesn’t mean you can come to Professor Feng’s research base and take photos at will. Do you know what is planted inside the greenhouse? Are there important research findings? Are there any research secrets that shouldn’t be disclosed yet? Here you are, snapping away—what exactly are you trying to do?"