I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 74 - Touched (Five Updates)
Chapter 74 -74: Touched (Five Updates)
Chapter 74 -74: Touched (Five Updates)
Mr. Qian was startled, and immediately thought of Shangpo Village and the two children. He hastily put down the paper and pen in his hands and ran stumblingly toward the entrance of the Xiaxi Commune.
At that moment, Qiao Qingyu found herself in a bit of a dilemma.
Indeed, she had promised Sister-in-law Li she would take Xiao Hu with her, but she hadn’t planned to bring Rongrong along.
She was heading to the wasteland, and the roads were still bad as the rain had only just stopped; she simply didn’t have the energy to look after another child.
Yet Rongrong was silent, clinging tightly to her clothes with her little hand and looked up at her with her face lifted.
Though she was expressionless, Qiao Qingyu felt she could read a hint of stubbornness in her eyes.
He Xiuyu reached out to peel off his niece’s fingers one by one.
Xiao Hu thought Rongrong wanted to come to the commune with Aunt Qiao because he was going, so he puffed out his chest and then, with a pained grimace, bit back tears and said, “Rongrong, I won’t go play at the commune with Aunt Qiao. I’ll go home, and you can go to the base with Uncle He.”
He Xiuyu looked at Xiao Hu with approval!
But even after hearing this, He Xuerong still wouldn’t let go of her grip.
Qiao Qingyu watched as He Xiuyu carefully tried to pry He Xuerong’s fingers loose.
And then she also saw that every time one finger was peeled away, another was immediately put back on.
In a nutshell, she just wouldn’t let go.
He Xiuyu’s eyelids lifted slightly, and he gave Qiao Qingyu a stealthy glance.
Although he didn’t see the impatience on Qiao Qingyu’s face, the girl’s frown became more pronounced.
He Xiuyu began to coax Rongrong.
Qiao Qingyu still had to go to the wasteland, and even without Xiao Hu, it wouldn’t be feasible to take Rongrong along.
But unexpectedly, at that moment, a small box next to the driving console started clattering away as if sending a Morse code message.
Everyone’s attention was drawn over.
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Sitting behind the driver’s seat, He Xiuyu watched as Sun Dazhi hurriedly opened the metal box and handed the phone receiver to him. He then heard Director Lin’s somewhat anxious voice, “Chief Engineer He, where are you?”
“I am at the entrance of Xiaxi Commune.”
“Our main finance office’s accountant, Lu Guilian, has committed suicide. We found a telegraph machine in her residence…”
He Xiuyu’s expression became stern, and he spoke softly, “I’ll be there right away.”
After the call ended on the other side as well, He Xiuyu placed the receiver back in the box. Before he could speak, Qiao Qingyu said, “If you feel comfortable with it, I’ll take care of Rongrong today, and I’ll bring her and Xiao Hu back to the staff housing in the afternoon.”
He Xiuyu gazed deeply at Qiao Qingyu, touched.
“Of course, I trust you. It’s just that I’m troubled to burden you.”
Sun Dazhi blinked and sneaked a glance at the two, wondering why were they being so polite to each other all of a sudden?
Thus, with her impulsive decision, Qiao Qingyu stood at the entrance of the commune with Rongrong and Xiao Hu, just as Mr. Qian arrived, running towards them.
He only caught a glimpse of the jeep’s shadow. He recognized the jeep—it was He Xiuyu’s. Its color was slightly different from that of other military jeeps. It was said to be a large jeep donated by his oldest brother and modified. Indeed, its tires were a whole size larger than those of ordinary jeeps.
Mr. Qian saw He Xiuyu leave and knew he had brought his wife to the commune. He wiped away the nonexistent sweat and still breathed a sigh of relief. That young man was too formidable; his gaze was like a knife, and his questions tricky. Mr. Qian had the fortune to observe an interrogation and witnessed how he had extracted the truth about Elder Gai’s dealings with Japan with just a few sentences.
What a remarkable feat!
No wonder he had ascended to such a high position at such a young age.
He watched Qiao Qingyu with a smile, “Qingyu, the 3,800 acres of Qiansi Hemp Field haven’t suffered much damage. I’ve already checked. Especially the first 800 acres planted, even if the leaves have fallen, the roots are particularly deep. In a few days, new leaves will sprout again. As for the other 3,000 acres, the losses are minor, just a few dozen acres. In places with better soil, the seedlings are already emerging, and look, the Barley Grass is up too. It’s a delightful sight. If you’re not busy, I can take you to have a look…”
Qiao Qingyu looked at Mr. Qian, who had grown thinner and more haggard. His hair, once mostly black, was now mostly white.
But his spirits were good, as if the county leaders’ conversation with him hadn’t affected his work enthusiasm at all.
“Not busy at all, I was just thinking of taking a look.”
So Mr. Qian set aside his work, arranged for his deputy to attend a meeting, and had the company’s tractor driver come over quickly, cleaning out the trailer and putting a few small stools and cotton pads inside.
After all, Qiao Qingyu was with two children.
Such attentive treatment was appropriate. Qiao Qingyu was, after all, someone who could bring them hope.
More so, he was planning to ask Qingyu if she still had any seeds on hand and whether she could get more. Even if it cost a lot, he was prepared to apply to the county for funding.
Now, the data on the emergence and disaster resistance of the 3,800 acres of Qiansi Hemp had been placed on the county leaders’ desks, which had garnered their considerable attention and importance.
Therefore, securing funds for seed purchase wouldn’t be as difficult as before.
Soon enough, the tractor arrived at the edge of the wastelands, chugging along.
Qiao Qingyu lifted Rongrong down, while Mr. Qian carried Xiao Hu off the vehicle.
The scenery here was entirely different from that of the commune and residential compound. Though it wasn’t a perfectly clear sky, there were no nearby homes, just rolling hills and clusters of white poplar trees here and there in the distance.
In some places, green grass sprouted; in others, yellow sand dominated the landscape.
Then, right in front of them, lay a vibrant green expanse of the Qiansi Hemp Field.
It instilled a boundless feeling in everyone.
Qiao Qingyu had Xiao Hu stand with Rongrong on the edge of the field, while she followed Mr. Qian along the furrows.
After about a half hour, Qiao Qingyu’s black rubber boots were caked in mud and she could scarcely walk any further. They stopped, and Mr. Qian pointed ahead, “No need to look further; the commune members have already inspected it. From here, you can’t see it, but just ahead, there are over six hundred commune members clearing out the mud from the furrows. More than a hundred of them volunteered to work.”
Mr. Qian’s voice was filled with joy.
He had made peace with his situation. He intended to ask the county leaders to let him work until the autumn harvest.
After the Qiansi Hemp was harvested, he planned to resign voluntarily, so as not to be a burden on the leadership.
With that in mind, Mr. Qian was truly free from psychological burdens; he was completely relaxed and joyfully took Qingyu to the other 3,000-acre wasteland.
Here, the emergence of the seedlings was patchy. After all, some of the wastelands were barely manageable, while others were particularly poor. Additionally, part of the area had experienced a tornado, stripping away the top layer of soil.
Preliminary estimates showed more than a hundred acres affected.
But these weren’t problems; once the seedlings sprouted, the excess could be transplanted to rebuild the damaged areas. This process was known as reseeding.
Especially the Barley Grass, which not only remained unaffected but had broken through the soil, revealing its pointy leaves.
Seen from a distance, a fuzzy layer of green spread hope infinitely in everyone’s hearts…
