I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 463: It’s Hard to Change One’s Nature

Chapter 463: Chapter 463: It’s Hard to Change One’s Nature

Qiao Qingyu simply stretched out her hand and lifted the child out, surprised to find the child imitating her by reaching out to pinch her cheeks.

Qiao Qingyu did not dodge; the child’s chubby little hand had four dimples on the back and round nails. The child touched her and then giggled.

When he laughed, his hands waved, and his legs kicked straight out.

Fang Xiaomei, standing beside, said, "This child, seeing someone pretty, really likes to wave his hands and feet."

Qiao Qingyu glanced at her, "Look how pleased you are." Then she picked him up and bobbed him, "Your child is really chubby."

"Yeah, might be he’s eaten well."

"I just remembered something. I’ve brought you a can of milk powder. It’s in my bag; you can get it yourself. Add just a small spoonful each time. This milk powder is from Mobei Prairie; the quality is quite good."

"Thank you so much," Fang Xiaomei hurriedly took out the can of milk powder.

"It’s also for my great-nephew. Isn’t it normal for me to buy him something?"

Fang Xiaomei also had her own office, and then there was a knock at the door, from a cashier at the Agricultural Base, who came to get Fang Xiaomei’s signature.

While Fang Xiaomei was signing, from Qiao Qingyu’s arms, she took the chubby boy for a moment, kissed him twice, then stuffed him back into Qiao Qingyu’s arms, grabbed her documents, and was about to leave, when unexpectedly, whether intentionally or not, the little boy touched his cheek where she had kissed him.

The young cashier glared, "You little stinker, don’t you like me?"

"Not at all, my son likes you the most. Go on, get busy."

The cashier glared once more at Fang Xiaomei’s son and then, documents in hand, turned and left.

Qiao Qingyu put the chubby boy in a buggy and sighed, "Taking care of children is really hard."

Compared to this, Rongrong was truly low-maintenance.

"Yes, you wouldn’t believe how this child turned days into nights, sleeping during the day and playing at night. He and my mother-in-law have worn me out; I’ve lost several pounds."

After speaking, she looked at Qiao Qingyu and asked with concern, "Now that you’re about to graduate and have more time, aren’t you planning to have a child?"

Qiao Qingyu wasn’t shy and openly said, "It all depends on fate."

"That’s true, these things can only be left to fate; there’s no rushing it. You both are young," but she still eagerly added, "You and He Xiuyu both are good-looking; I can’t even imagine how beautiful your children would be."

Qiao Qingyu had never really considered this question.

Then she indulged herself in imagining it for a moment; anyway, it wouldn’t turn out ugly.

After checking on the finances, Qiao Qingyu left her office, driving a tractor out to the contracted piece of land. It was now partially mechanized and partially manual labor, and it was both the busiest and the most exhausting part of the season.

There was naturally no rice, but the most planted this year were wheat, barley, and potatoes, while the corn maintained its original planting plan.

This year’s potatoes were a new type of red-skinned variety from the neighboring province. They had red skin, yellow insides, and in the Northeastern dialect, they were very "floury."

Moreover, they grew large and evenly without many diseases or pests, and they had a high yield.

Qiao Qingyu reviewed her planting plan, realizing that planting was already leaning more toward wheat and potatoes.

This was a natural progression. The old saying "knowingly going towards a mountain with tigers" could sometimes represent a spirit, but in agriculture, it would be foolish.

And don’t underestimate potatoes, they can be sold all over the country.

Who says that what is grown from this land can only fill the bellies of these common folk?

They can also grow more and better crops and sell them, especially this year’s Agricultural Base, under the guidance of Professor Feng, the red-skinned potatoes had a bumper harvest.

However, the acreage planted with potatoes is not big right now, and the few that are grown can barely cover the vegetable supply for nearly ten thousand people at the base.

But the planting area will be expanded.

The several hundred thousand acres of land adjacent to Xichuan in Gelle State are very suitable for potato cultivation.

So, this fall the potato seeds need to be kept.

This year, Xichuan could be said to have been favored by the heavens, with several pouring rains earlier, followed by bright sunshine, although there were times when the weather was overcast but without rain, which ensured a smooth harvest.

The millet began to be harvested.

Now, the base and the county machinery factory jointly produced a harvester, a very advanced one that could harvest and thresh at the same time, though it was still in the trial phase because raw materials were lacking, and currently, there were only ten units available for use.

The rest still relied on manpower for harvesting, taking the cut millet to the threshing ground. The millet was threshed whole and first sent to the commune’s large granary.

Honestly, this granary was built only in the past two years; previously, Xiaxi Commune was so poor that it didn’t even need a granary.

But now there are ten big granaries, dozens of meters tall, requiring people to walk up footplates to carry up the millet, which looked tremblingly frightening.

However, skilled people walked as if on level ground.

While Mr. Zhao and Li Bo were having their wedding, the autumn harvest was also nearing its end.

This time, Qiao Qingyu and Li Bo really became neighbors.

Perhaps it’s because people feel uplifted at joyous occasions, Mr. Zhao got a wheelchair for his old mother, who was able to attend the wedding sitting in it.

After going through so much, the old lady seemed to have come to a realization, her usually harsh face now rarely showing a hint of tenderness.

She, in fact, gave Li Bo a gold ring.

Mr. Zhao’s ex-wife Huang Ling’s face darkened immediately; that gold ring was too familiar—it was hers. How could it be in the old lady’s hands when it was supposedly lost before?

And at that time, Mr. Zhao couldn’t help but look out towards the crowd where Huang Ling was standing.

He had actually wanted to remarry Huang Ling, but she utterly despised him and disliked his family, and after a few tries, he let it be.

Normally, Mr. Zhao would have been pleased as punch today, having married such a young woman; how could he not be happy?

But the sight of that ring made his heart skip a beat, his gaze complex as he stared at his old mother; of course, he knew that was Huang Ling’s ring, previously said to have been lost by her mother, and yet here it was presented before everyone...

So, it turned out she was still his mother after all.

It proved that old habits die hard.

He should not have let her attend today, he should have made her lie at home on the kang.

But there was no helping it now, he could only grit his teeth and forcibly summon a smile.

Qiao Qingyu and Liu Hong were close by, and when Qiao Qingyu saw the gold ring, she didn’t really think much, but she was the first to notice Mr. Zhao’s face change at the sight of the ring, then his eyes swiftly shifted towards the edge of the crowd.

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