I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 151: He Xiuyu Who Can’t Find Direction

The weather at the beginning of July was a bit hot, but summer in the Northwest had finally arrived.

Qiao Qingyu drove her beloved tractor, taking Rongrong and Xiao Hu to the Barley Grassland.

She parked the tractor at the edge of the field and led the two children into the grassland to pick mushrooms.

Being a versatile Seed Laboratory, it naturally had mycelium as well.

The mycelium was contained in glass jars.

The mycelium medium was a kind of fine sawdust, filled with white mycelium. Following the instructions, she placed the suitable straw mushroom spawn on the grassland.

Then, Qiao Qingyu didn’t pay much attention to them anymore, she hadn’t spread many, just over a hundred.

The rest was left up to nature.

Luckily, after a rainstorm, several small mushrooms sprouted. This type of grass mushroom couldn’t wait to grow bigger; they had to be picked just as they poked their heads out. Cleanly picked and blanched in water, if you had meat, you could slice some streaky pork, add a chili pepper, cut a few white cabbage leaves, and fry it all up into a colorful dish to be served on a white plate. Paired with rice, it was so delicious you’d almost swallow your own tongue.

Although the grassland didn’t stretch as far as the eye could see, it still extended over seven hundred meters.

Qiao Qingyu had placed the mushroom spawn in a concentrated area and followed the instructions to put them on a shaded slope.

Qiao Qingyu, carrying a wicker basket, led the two children into the grassland.

The three headed straight for their destination.

There wasn’t a path through the grassland; Mr. Qian wouldn’t allow people to trample the grass into a trail unless it was necessary, so no one came here now.

Although the area of the Xichuan grassland had greatly increased, this particular part drew much attention because it would be the first to mature. Once the mature grass seeds were cultivated by Qiao Qingyu, many places would be watching.

Even if the barren land couldn’t grow crops, planting grass would do, and then next year they could raise sheep, cattle, or even rabbits.

Tender Barley Grass is also a favorite of pigs.

Moreover, the yield of Barley Grass is very high.

In terms of nutritional value, taste, and other aspects, it is twice as good as rye grass.

This patch of Barley Grass received the same care as crops by the collective members and Qiao Qingyu alike. Once the useless weeds were removed, it became a base for seed cultivation.

At that moment, not far away, Rongrong suddenly pointed at a bush and made an "Ah, ah, ah" sound.

She still couldn’t talk but was able to make simple syllables like "Um, ah..."

Qiao Qingyu quickly walked towards the direction she pointed, with Xiao Hu waving his hands beside her and shouting, "Aunt Qiao, come quickly, there’s a whole bunch of mushrooms here."

Indeed, the mushrooms she had thrown here all sprouted. The mycelium was covered by grass leaves. Pulling back the leaves, you could see clumps of small mushrooms growing densely.

Qiao Qingyu taught the two children how to pick mushrooms. During this period, Xiao Hu had become tanned but also tougher.

He just wasn’t growing much taller.

Rongrong was doing fine, Qiao Qingyu and Rongrong always wore straw hats when they went out.

Xiao Hu had one too, but he found it bothersome and didn’t like to wear it.

That’s why he was so darkly tanned.

Picking mushrooms was a happy affair for Qiao Qingyu, who could afford it, but for Xiao Hu and Rongrong, it was like finding treasure.

Qiao Qingyu had no qualms about letting the two children pick most of the mushrooms.

And the children were overjoyed.

Soon enough, they had picked all the mushrooms in that area clean.

Qiao Qingyu also noticed that quite a few blades of grass were trampled down, seemingly in a flurry, and then about two or three dozens of the mushroom blocks here were picked clean, so it seemed that someone had come to steal them yesterday.

Qiao Qingyu didn’t want to make a fuss, after all, she was just growing these for fun.

In the future, when the conditions allow, she would dedicate a special place to grow mushrooms.

After letting the children run around in the grass for a big loop and having their fill of play, Qiao Qingyu took them back to the base on the tractor.

She parked the tractor in the shed and returned home with the two children, Sister-in-law Li had gone to work in the workshop, and her sister-in-law had been sent off to school.

Xiao Hu was originally going to go to kindergarten, but if Rongrong didn’t go, Xiao Hu wouldn’t either.

Recently, Qiao Qingyu’s only activities outside the base were in the two plots of wasteland.

Moreover, she had her modified tractor, which, in her opinion, was almost the same as an off-road vehicle—broad and comfortable seats, and somehow He Xiuyu had gotten hold of a piece of leather to cover the seats, a luxury, truly excessive luxury.

But she also liked it a lot.

So, as long as she was taking Rongrong, she might as well take Xiao Hu along for the ride; herding one sheep was the same as herding two, and besides, both children were exceptionally well-behaved, lacking the typical traits of rowdy kids. Sometimes they even helped her with work.

By early July, the He Family’s small courtyard was very beautiful.

Two rows of Gesang flowers stood tall and proud, laden with budding florets.

Vegetables like eggplants, chili peppers, string beans, cucumbers, and tomatoes, the most common and popular ones, were now being picked and eaten in succession.

The sea buckthorn had been planted along the edges and had reached sixty centimeters in height.

The courtyard wall was lined with creeper plants; the wall wasn’t high and the vines grew quickly. The leaves of the creeper plant had already reached beyond the wall.

So now, the He Family’s small courtyard had become like a little garden.

When she arrived at the front gate, Qiao Qingyu frowned slightly, He Xuerong blinked her eyes, and then scampered forward, pushing open the half-closed gate.

She let out a customary ’ah ah ah’ shout.

Through the open door, it turned out that He Xiuyu had returned, standing on a long bench, where he was building her a grape trellis.

The grapes weren’t tall yet, so they were temporarily propped up by wooden sticks.

Seeing these people return, He Xiuyu smiled at Qiao Qingyu and continued with his work, while Qiao Qingyu stood under the half-finished grape trellis, looking up.

She always felt that something was off.

He Xiuyu at this moment was filled with a bewildering, indifferent air, seemingly lost.

And he seemed a bit downcast.

Such a gloomy feeling should not have surfaced on He Xiuyu.

He should be confident, focused, and calm.

But his hands didn’t stop moving. Those hands were extremely skillful. It was said that people like him have very strong manual capabilities and a high degree of coordination between hand and brain.

The He Xiuyu before her was exactly like that.

He hadn’t been home in over half a month.

Early July in Xichuan had already entered summer. Wearing a short-sleeved blue work shirt, he appeared more refined and handsome as ever.

He often wore this since he usually came straight home from the workshop.

The blueprints from Su Yunyao had been corrected by him of the mistakes and had long since been put into production.

Qiao Qingyu knew that Su Yunyao had plagiarized the research results of He Xiuyu from her past life, probably even the mistakes were stolen too. But what could she say? Even if He Xiuyu believed her, they had no evidence. freeweɓnovel.cøm

And she didn’t know where to begin...