Chapter 3 Unraveling the Tricks of Spatial Farmland

"Yang Zhaodi, is this how you take care of Xiaxia? Her hand is swollen and bleeding, and you're still dozing off."

Director Liu was also furious and even swore. The shrewish woman, knowing she was in the wrong, lowered her head like a quail and couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Yunxia turned her head slightly to look at the hand that was being injected. The back of her hand resembled a toad with a swollen belly, extremely ugly. Blood still clung to the inside of the IV tubing. Dr. Gao, wearing a cotton mask, deftly dealt with the aftermath.

"Director Liu, I feel much better. Aunt Yang was just too tired from taking care of Xiaxia, that's why she fell asleep. Please don't blame her."

Hearing the bean sprouts speak up for her, Yang Zhaodi's heart almost melted.

"Xiaxia, Dr. Gao said your fever has almost gone down. I'll go home with your aunt in a bit and make you some chicken soup, okay?"

"The patient is weak and needs a light diet. She has been malnourished for a long time. Chicken soup is a very nourishing food, but her spleen and stomach cannot handle it."

Dr. Gao collected the medical waste and poured cold water down the drain.

"Alright, three kids aren't enough for you to handle. Xiaxia, come home with me."

The Wang family is a den of wolves, and the Wu family is not peaceful either. Yunxia's ideal life is not one of constant chaos and quarrels.

He tugged at her sleeve, stared with his big, watery eyes, and said in a soft, sweet voice:

“Aunt Yang, you take care of the whole family all by yourself. Xiaxia doesn’t want you to worry about another person. Let’s listen to Director Liu!”

She knew exactly what her home was like. If she really took Xiaxia back, her mother-in-law would definitely tear the roof off. She sighed and then nodded slightly.

After receiving their medicine and listening to the doctor's instructions, the three left the clinic.

...

Director Liu has a son and a daughter, making a perfect family.

My son is 13 years old and in the second year of junior high school. His eyebrows are very similar to those of Director Liu. He loves to keep a straight face, but he has a very good heart. My daughter is 8 years old. She loves to dress up and is spoiled a bit, but after spending time with her, you'll find that she's actually a silly and adorable girl.

She used the extra ten acres of land in the space to conduct a small experiment.

After eating the apple given by Aunt Xu, he hid the seeds. In the middle of the night, while Liu Xiaonian was fast asleep, his consciousness entered the space and planted the apple seeds.

It sprouted in a day and began to grow leaves in two days. After several days of observation, Yunxia discovered that the time flow in the spatial fertile field was faster than in reality, about 10:1.

Planting consumes the green energy in the air, but the green leaves of plants return the green energy upwards. Moreover, as the plants grow, the less green energy is consumed, the more is returned.

Having figured out the secrets of good farmland, Yunxia was overjoyed, and a grand planting plan suddenly arose in her heart.

At that moment, Bean Sprout, who was playing with Play-Doh on the table, was prickling up her ears, eavesdropping on the sounds coming from the living room.

A few minutes ago, Wang Dali and Li Cuihua came to find Director Liu carrying two sacks of things.

Inside the living room, Li Cuihua complained bitterly, while Wang Dali, with his stubble-covered lips, chimed in enthusiastically. Director Liu, meanwhile, frowned and carefully examined the receipts.

"Call the police and let them settle this!"

Upon hearing that the police had been called, Wang Dali panicked instantly.

"Don't be like that. We're all neighbors, why make a scene like that? Neither Cuihua nor I keep accounts. We thought about this for days and nights before making this list. If there's anything wrong, please point it out."

Director Liu laughed at those words.

"Dali, we all know each other well, don't talk nonsense. Aunt Li (Dali's biological mother) even writes down what she buys in her notebook. Do you think the two of them can fool anyone? Xiaxia's expenses are twenty yuan a year at most. If she can't pay the cloth coupons, she'll use grain coupons to pay for it. Humph!"

Seeing their flustered expressions and shifty eyes, the shrewd Director Liu was certain that he had guessed correctly.

“Jianfeng cherishes Xiaxia very much, you two know it all too well. Although there’s no news of him now, who knows when he might come back. If he finds out that you two not only don’t treat Xiaxia well, but also embezzle her living expenses, he’ll definitely fight you to the death with bricks.”

"Jianfeng...any news?"

Director Liu knew exactly what he was thinking. He glared at him and said:

"You can't expect him to do well. Let me tell you this: twenty yuan for expenses, ten yuan for compensation, two hundred and seventy yuan back, twenty feet of cloth coupons back, and if that's not enough, use grain coupons. Hand it over to the street office tomorrow, or I'll take you straight to the police station."

Upon hearing this, Li Cuihua panicked and poked her husband's waist, signaling him to quickly refute her. Unexpectedly, Wang Dali readily agreed and dragged his unfortunate wife away.

Xiaxia breathed a sigh of relief in the bedroom, pushed the clay to Liu Xiaonian, turned around and walked to the living room, indicating that she had heard everything, and opened the sack in front of him to check the contents.

Moldy, ripped clothes; books rolled up to the brim; a few pencil stubs lying in a rusty pencil case; cloth shoes with soles almost worn flat—this…is this garbage?

When they arrived at the Wang family's residence, all the good things were taken away.

The original owner fought desperately, biting Li Cuihua's hand until it bled, before managing to protect the pencil case. It was a gift her father had specially bought for her on her first day of school.

"Xiaxia, what's wrong?"

It's just a rusty metal box, is it really that pretty?

Yunxia came to her senses, sighed, and thought to herself that the original owner of this body was truly pitiful.

"Uncle Liu, has a new foster family been found for Xiaxia?"

"I've chosen three. Tomorrow, I'll go with your uncle to the neighborhood office. You can decide for yourself which one you like."

"Okay!"

With that, Yunxia lowered her head and continued her battle with the garbage.

...

The following day, Huaimin Subdistrict Office.

A group of people stood inside. Li Cuihua, her face bruised, reluctantly handed over her silver notes, grain coupons, and Xiaxia's household registration book to complete the retirement procedures. Amidst a burst of laughter, she left looking disheveled.

"Xiaxia, come here, Uncle will introduce you to a family who would like to temporarily adopt you..."

Yunxia, ​​with her rosy cheeks, tilted her head back, her big, watery eyes scanning the expressions of the adults who were about to temporarily adopt her.

The intellectual, wearing black-rimmed glasses, had a serious expression and was impeccably dressed. You couldn't find a single loose thread. If you went to his house, you'd have to keep a straight face every day and pretend to be a bit old-fashioned.

The stylish young woman had exquisite makeup, long nails painted in bright colors, and wore eight-centimeter high heels. The perfume she exuded almost brought tears to her eyes.

The little one, already so soft and pitiful, looked even more endearing with tears welling up in her eyes, trying not to let them fall.

The young woman quickly squatted down and pinched Yunxia's cheeks with both hands. "Xiaxia, be good, don't cry. When we get to Auntie's house, you'll have candy every day."

Yunxia, ​​whose cheek was constantly sore: ...

Thank you, take care, and don't bother seeing me off!

"Zhang Lan, let go! Your fingernails are digging into Xiaxia's flesh."

Having been rescued, Yunxia turned to look at the woman who had spoken.

His blue work clothes were faded from washing, his hair was neatly combed, and his weathered eyes were filled with sorrow, yet also a hint of stubbornness.

"Jiang Chao...Mom?"

"Hey, Xiaxia recognizes me? Director Liu, this child and I are destined to meet!"

Zhang Lan was displeased upon hearing this.

"Wu Lifang, don't you have any idea what your family's situation is? Your eldest son is lame, and your youngest son... a little girl needs to be pampered. Can you afford to buy her a little dress?"

“Yes, Zhang Lan is right, but knowledge cultivation is far more important than material life. Now that Xiaxia has come to my home, my husband and I will definitely raise her to be a student at a prestigious university.”

Yunxia, ​​deeply poisoned by the "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation" method: ...

Taking a deep breath, I took small steps to the center of the crowd, grabbed the woman who was bowing her head in self-consciousness, and gave her a sweet smile.

"Aunt Wu, can you temporarily take Xiaxia in?"