The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family
Chapter 253: Do You Think I Can Ascend to the Heavens? (8)_1

Chapter 253: Chapter 253: Do You Think I Can Ascend to the Heavens? (8)_1

Feng Bo looked on and stepped forward to say a few words, but seeing that Wang Ting paid no attention, he could only go on with his own business.

Pei Qin found some time to make him a bowl of cold noodles.

Wang Ting insisted on not eating, waiting for them to eat together.

Eventually, when there were fewer customers, Pei Qin and the others made several more bowls of cold noodles, added fried tiger-skin eggs and hot rice milk, and sat down to eat.

Wang Ting sat beside Pei Qin, watching her nearly rudely finish off a plate of cold noodles quickly and started to eat his own hurriedly with large bites.

In the afternoon, she taught him skateboarding, but Wang Ting showed little enthusiasm for learning.

Pei Qin, seeing this, went home and cut some watermelon to eat, "Spit it out! Is there something bothering you? You’re fuming as if someone owes you eight hundred bucks!"

Wang Ting, holding the chilled watermelon, didn’t want to speak but after looking at her, he still asked, "Why is Chang Yonglin staying at your house?"

Pei Qin looked at him and said, "To learn how to use the abacus from me!" "Actually, I’m not very good at abacus either."

Wang Ting’s gaze clearly conveyed his disbelief.

Pei Qin touched her nose, lamenting that no one believed her when she told the truth, yet they took her bluffing at face value.

After spending half the day in Taiping Town, Wang Ting returned with a basket full of noodles and rice noodles, asking the kitchen to make cold noodles for him to eat, but the taste wasn’t the same as the ones he had at Pei Qin’s.

Zhang Yan came over and asked how it went. Wang Ting discontentedly relayed how Pei Qin had fooled him.

"Abacus?" Zhang Yan thought of her impressive mental arithmetic and his eyes flickered. Perhaps she had shown off her skills in front of Landlord Chang, prompting him to consider winning her over by having his grandson learn mental arithmetic from her?

Mental arithmetic wasn’t challenging, and nobility like them, if they wanted to learn, could naturally find a teacher dedicated to instructing them. Yet Landlord Chang had sent his treasured grandson to learn from Pei Qin. Did she possess some unique skill in this aspect? Zhang Yan decided, next time he’d accompany Wang Ting on a trip to Taiping Town to probe further.

Pei Qin became even busier by the end of July; all the beans in the field were ripe. After inspecting them, she realized they couldn’t grow any more, so she had Sun Quanliang hire people to harvest quickly, cutting all the beans, plowing the fields, shaping them into ridges, then pinching off the tops of the sweet potato slips. Any that could still survive were pinched off for replanting.

After planting over seven acres of sweet potatoes in one go, it was almost time for the autumn harvest.

Since the noodle shop was not busy, Pei Qin took advantage of a Mu Xiu day and took a bunch of Little Radishes to the field to dig up sweet potatoes.

Heap after heap of sweet potatoes were dug up. Some were damaged by the Three-toothed Iron Rake, exposing the white flesh inside and oozing a layer of milky white sap. Sun Quanliang and others were amazed, having not expected that sweet potatoes would grow underground and yield so many large ones.

Pei Qin originally wanted to give the damaged sweet potatoes to Sun Quanliang’s family to eat, but as soon as she mentioned it, they all shook their heads, insisting they didn’t want any as they firmly believed the sweet potatoes were medicinal herbs. Pei Qin had no choice but to have them haul all the sweet potatoes back home, setting aside those that were skinned or spoiled.

By nightfall, all the bruised sweet potatoes were put in pots to cook.

"Cousin! Aren’t sweet potatoes medicinal herbs? Now that they’re harvested, there should be people coming to buy them for medicine. How can we eat them!?" Fang Liuming, seeing her rinse them off and start munching away, hurriedly spoke up to stop her.

"They’re quite crunchy and sweet!" Pei Qin crunched another bite, urging everyone to taste it.

Pei Yuan and Pei Qian, along with Pei Wendong, who knew sweet potatoes were food, were not afraid. They had watched the sweet potatoes sprout vines, get planted back into the soil, and grow new sweet potatoes, and were eager to try them; having washed them clean, they also began nibbling away.

Fang Liuming was utterly perplexed, "Cousin! These are medicinal herbs; you can’t just eat them like this! And being from a foreign country, we can’t be sure of their medicinal properties... please stop eating them!"