Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside
Chapter 226 Space’s Vegetables (Second Update)

Chapter 226: 226 Space’s Vegetables (Second Update)

The villagers all knew that Xiaofeng had started a factory, although nobody was sure whether it was large or small, but it was a fact that she had started one.

They had heard of people manufacturing clothes, liquor, biscuits, and such, but producing chili sauce and dried radishes was indeed a first.

It was unclear what Xiaofeng was thinking about at such a young age. So young, and starting a factory, instead of working in someone else’s factory making clothes, which would surely guarantee a good income.

To say she was running a factory was prestigious, but whether it could make money remained to be seen.

Once the radishes were brought back, they were first washed, then cut and spread out to dry, followed by salting. Overall, the pickling process wasn’t complicated – in the countryside, there wasn’t a household that didn’t know how to make dried radishes.

Therefore, when the villagers knew Xiaofeng was going to start producing dried radishes, they were skeptical about whether they could be sold.

There was all sorts of gossip behind her back.

What others said, Xiaofeng didn’t care.

At night, Xiaofeng settled down in Lihua Village.

Upon seeing her master, Xiaoqi hopped around excitedly, "Master, come and see, the radishes and cabbages I planted can now be eaten."

Xiaofeng went over to the once empty space, which should now be called a vegetable plot. The plot had been divided into four sections, forming a huge character 口, and one of the sections was further divided into six smaller plots by Xiaoqi, each bursting with green vegetables.

It was an empty space the last time she visited, and now in such a short time, it had grown so tall: "This..."

Scarily fast, wasn’t it?

"Master, the Spiritual Mirror Fields are different from the fields outside, these are filled with Spiritual Energy. Even the air breathed by the plants is infused with Spiritual Energy. Moreover, ordinary seeds can’t withstand the nourishment of Spiritual Energy, so here, they grow nearly at the speed visible to the eye. As you can see, it only took one day for them to grow this much," Xiaoqi explained.

"Master, they’re growing well, aren’t they?" Xiaoqi looked at Xiaofeng eagerly, waiting for praise.

Xiaofeng patted its head, "Yes, not bad, very capable."

Overnight, the vegetables that had sprung up included eggplants, chili peppers, radishes, and baby bok choy.

They looked the same as the ones outside, yet they were different.

Xiaofeng squatted down, finally discerning what made them different. These vegetables seemed more tender than those outside; whether it was the eggplants, chili peppers, radishes, or cabbages, they all looked as if made from crystal, succulent and delicate, looking extremely fresh, and gave the illusion that a breath of air could snap them in two.

Such tender greens were very appetizing, you could imagine, they must be delicious.

Xiaofeng reached down, picked some chili peppers, then picked some eggplants, radishes, and baby bok choy, and stored them in the storage room. She could only take them out when she wanted to eat if they were stored there.

"If I leave these vegetables here without picking them, they won’t get old, will they?" It had only been a day and they had grown so much; if they were left for another day, would they flower and fruit, then wither and age?

"Don’t worry, the Spiritual Energy also has a preserving function, it can keep them like this for a long time. As long as you don’t uproot them, they will stay this way," Xiaoqi reassured her.

"That is to say, they can grow in the space, but they won’t get old."

"Of course," Xiaoqi nodded. "Just like me, I won’t grow any bigger once I’ve reached this stage, I’ll always be Xiaoqi."

Er...

Xiaofeng patted its head, "Don’t be discouraged, perhaps you’ll grow bigger in the future."

"What’s good about growing up? I’m fine as I am. When the little masters are born later, I can play with them," Xiaoqi said.

Its current worry was the two babies in the master’s belly. Would it be overwhelmed to take care of two babies at the same time?

It had no experience in childcare and would need to learn in case it got overwhelmed.

Xiaofeng’s lips twitched, Xiaoqi’s thoughts were indeed far-reaching.

It had only been a few months, and it was already thinking about taking care of babies. There was still time.

Early in the morning, Xiaofeng got up to cook breakfast. She grabbed a handful of baby bok choy from the space, washed it, and directly added it to the vermicelli.

"Xiaofeng," Su Peng slurped a mouthful, then another, "This soup is really delicious."

Xiaofeng picked up her chopsticks and stirred a bit, then rather eagerly took a piece of baby bok choy and put it in her mouth, refreshing, crisp, tender, and aromatic.

After one bite, Xiaofeng quickly took a second one, as delightful and sweet as the first, much tastier than ordinary baby bok choy by many folds.

Even the soup became very tasty, deliciously fresh and fragrant.

"It really is that delicious," He Ximei had just spread the radishes she processed yesterday afternoon out on the Threshing Ground to dry, watching her siblings eat breakfast as if it was a feast, and scooped herself a bowl to start eating.

Xiaofeng didn’t speak.

After taking a bite, He Ximei was stunned.

The bok choy tasted exceptionally crisp and tender today. It couldn’t be from their own garden, could it? "Xiaofeng, the bok choy today is especially fresh and tender. Is this from our own garden?"

Since when had they grown such tender bok choy?

"I’m not sure whose it is, I just grabbed a handful from the vegetable basket." Indeed, there was a space empty in the vegetable basket, but Xiaofeng had thrown the original bok choy into the storage room and grabbed another handful from there.

He Ximei glanced at the vegetable basket and indeed, a bunch of bok choy was missing, feeling puzzled. "So this is our own bok choy? When did it become so delicious?"

She remembered having the same vegetable yesterday noon, but it didn’t taste like this.

"Not to say, but your cooking skills really don’t match up to Xiaofeng’s," Guaizi also scooped up a bowl of noodles from the pot, slurped a spoonful of the soup, and found it was indeed many times tastier than usual.

"That’s true," He Ximei agreed, realizing Xiaofeng’s cooking skills had improved a lot recently. Whatever she cooked turned out to be delicious.

"I think it’s because you two are starving," Xiaofeng, who had finished eating, said. Having to admit, the vegetables grown in the space were indeed delicious: "When one is extremely hungry, anything they eat tastes delicious."

After the meal, Xiaofeng asked He Ximei to keep an eye on the drying radishes at home because she needed to go to town.

The factory was expanding, and there was a lot to do; she couldn’t be away for too long.

Before leaving, He Ximei loaded her up with plenty of homegrown greens, meaning that even alone in the city, she should eat well.

Watching Xiaofeng leave, He Ximei felt genuinely unsettled: "Guaizi, you can slowly start to notice Xiaofeng’s belly now. She’s busy with work, and being on her own in the city, do you really think that’s okay?"

A pregnant woman, and a young lady, at that.

"She seems fine to me," Guaizi didn’t see anything wrong with Xiaofeng: "Besides, she spends most of her time at the factory. It’s just that eating might be a bit troublesome."

"You don’t need to tell me that; it’s her eating I’m worried about," He Ximei sighed: "I’d like to go check on her, but I also can’t feel at ease leaving you alone here."

"Let’s wait and see. When Xiaofeng is further along and less able to manage, we’ll definitely need to go see her. I’m worried about her, a pregnant woman," Guaizi was naturally concerned about his only daughter.

For now, Xiaofeng probably didn’t need her to come down, but that might change after a while.

Carrying some seasonal vegetables, Xiaofeng passed by Su Guisheng’s house, where his front door was tightly closed but not locked, secured from inside with a latch.

They must still be asleep.

Which made sense—after being robbed and too embarrassed to admit it, Su Guisheng and his wife likely had no desire to go out and work the fields.

Some people, it’s said, "won’t die if they don’t seek trouble," which must be about Su Guisheng and his wife.

"Xiaofeng," Su Peng caught up to her on his tricycle, grinning at her, "Mom told me to take you to the bus station."

Xiaofeng hopped onto the tricycle and sat in the back.

Passing through Shili Village, Uncle Liu was just about to visit a patient with a villager. Spotting Xiaofeng and her brother, he cheerfully asked, "Are you heading to the city or off to market?"

"My brother is taking me to the bus station," Xiaofeng replied.

"You’re just in time," Uncle Liu, with his familiar manner, handed his house keys to Xiaofeng: "I’m off to see a patient in the next village, and I’ve got porridge simmering back at home. Acheng has vanished again, nowhere to be found. The porridge will be done in a bit more than ten minutes, and after that, feel free to leave, just slide the keys under the box by the door."

Xiaofeng looked at the keys in her hand and then at Uncle Liu’s receding figure. "..."

Su Peng looked at Xiaofeng: "Xiaofeng, what does Uncle Liu mean by this, is he inviting us to have a meal at his place?"

The thought of snakes or similar creatures in Uncle Liu’s house made Xiaofeng’s scalp tingle: "Brother, Uncle Liu said he’s making porridge and asked if we could watch it a little longer before leaving."

Uncle Liu was treating her like one of the family, handing over his keys so casually.

She unlocked the gate with the keys and the alluring scent wafted from the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a small stove held a pressure cooker where the steam vent was buzzing noisily, releasing wafts of the fragrant porridge scent.

Xiaofeng checked the stove’s fire, which had gone out, the glowing embers stark against the darkness, with a few charred bits of damp wood nearby—a clear indication that Uncle Liu had prepared everything before leaving, not needing someone to stay and watch.