After Yuan Huiniang came to her senses, Yan Qingqing said again, "Remembering the bitter past is a way to appreciate the sweet present; we must never forget the hard times of the past."

I'm going to change my clothes; I'll go check things out with the boss in a bit.

After saying that, he asked Ruyi to find him the roughest clothes.

The fabric is the most common linen on the market. This is what Yan Qingqing used to wear when she was working. Because the clothes were not torn, Yan Qingqing had never been willing to throw them away.

Later, Ruyi put it in the box in the corner for her.

This was the most ordinary clothing for a farmer, but back then in Canghe Village, it was considered top-notch.

Now that Yan Qingqing has fair and delicate skin, she suddenly looks a bit out of place in this outfit, and her elegant temperament is hard to hide no matter how you look at it.

Yan Qingqing didn't mind and took a strap to tie her arms and legs. This way, she could move more easily when she went out later.

Yuan Huiniang looked at Yan Qingqing's outfit and stood to the side, covering her mouth and chuckling.

Yan Qingqing hasn't worn clothes like this in a long time, and it actually looks quite refreshing now.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law whispered for a while, and then Ruyi took out another piece of clothing from the box and gave it to Yuan Huiniang to change into.

After a while, Li Xiangping finished washing up and came to Yan Qingqing's courtyard again.

He thought he had gone to the wrong place when he first entered, but after looking for a while, it was indeed his mother and his wife.

So he stammered, "Why are you all dressed like this?"

Yan Qingqing glanced at him and replied irritably, "Do I have to dress up in fancy clothes to go to a composting plant with you?"

Even the finest clothes will smell terrible from the stench.

Li Xiangping: ...

What his mother said seemed to make some sense.

However, Yan Qingqing is now a third-rank noblewoman, so it's not appropriate for him to send his mother there.

Thinking of this, Li Xiangping looked at Yan Qingqing with a conflicted expression and said, "Mother, why don't you not go? The smell there is really strong. I can try the composting materials first to see how fertile they are."

"Once the effects are confirmed, it's the same whether we transport it to the field or not."

Yan Qingqing laughed and said, "We come from a poor family. We've only had two good days, how can we not stand that smell?"

Alright, stop nagging and take me and Hui Niang to see it.

"Once this fertilizer is made, you can finally put your mind at ease."

After saying that, he led Yuan Huiniang out of the room, and Li Xiangping quickly followed.

The composting site that Li Xiangping chose was near the ecological orchard.

There were many chickens and ducks in the orchard, and Wei Laosan and his family usually scattered their droppings in the orchard.

However, there are too many chickens and ducks in the orchard, and the manure is far more than they can use.

So they collected them and piled them up in a corner of the orchard.

This time, Li Xiangping is composting organic fertilizer, and the chicken and duck manure will come in handy.

Soon Yan Qingqing and her group arrived at the composting site, where Wei Laosan and the others who worked in the orchard were also present.

There wasn't much work to be done in the orchard lately, so when Wei Laosan learned that Li Xiangping needed to make compost, he offered to bring people to help.

This saved Li Xiangping a lot of trouble.

As soon as Yan Qingqing walked in, she smelled a peculiar odor.

Yan Qingqing couldn't quite describe the smell. It wasn't a simple stench, but rather a fermented, sour smell. If you listened closely, you could also detect a hint of ammonia and earth, and even a touch of fermented alcohol.

When Wei Laosan and the others saw Yan Qingqing, they quickly bowed to her.

Yan Qingqing laughed heartily twice and then said, "In our own village, there's no need for such formality. Let's just be the same as before. You can call me 'Master'."

The group chuckled along, which made them feel much more relaxed.

There wasn't much going on in the orchard lately, so Yan Qingqing rarely came here, and she saw Wei Laosan less often.

However, Wei Laosan's gratitude towards Yan Qingqing was no less than that.

Their family owns 30% of Yan Qingqing's mushroom cultivation workshop. Some time ago, Jia received a lot of dividends, and their family also built a large brick and tile house.

It has a unique grandeur even in their Weijia Village.

Old Wei no longer has to worry about his grandson's tuition fees.

Every time they went home, their wife would talk about Yan Qingqing's great kindness and virtue, urging Wei Laosan and Jia Shi to work hard for the Li family, and even to offer eternal lamps to Yan Qingqing at the temple.

So even though Yan Qingqing doesn't come to the orchard very often now, Wei Laosan still manages it very well.

Wei Laosan grinned at Yan Qingqing and said, "My benefactor, you are now a titled Lady of Imperial Decree, bestowed by the Emperor. This honor cannot be disregarded."

Wei Laosan was always stubborn, and Yan Qingqing sighed helplessly, saying, "Brother Wei, you all have done your best to manage our orchard, and I can only be grateful."

Besides, we're all from the same village, we see each other all the time. If I make you perform such a grand ceremony every time we meet, you'll just have to avoid me in the future.

Yan Qingqing's words moved Wei Laosan and the others even more, and they stopped worrying about etiquette.

Yan Qingqing took one last look at the organic fertilizer that Li Xiangping had fermented, and it was quite good.

From the appearance, these organic fertilizers have turned dark brown, and the raw materials are no longer visible in the compost. They are also quite dispersed and not sticky at all.

Yan Qingqing nodded and said, "From the current perspective, it is basically fully decomposed."

"But why did you smell so strongly just now? This well-rotted organic fertilizer doesn't seem to smell that bad, does it?"

Li Xiangping hesitated for a moment before explaining, "Isn't it because I'm afraid this production won't be successful? We don't have much chicken manure left in our garden."

I went to visit a pig farm in the next village. I guess I spent too much time in their pigsty, because I smelled a bit.

Yan Qingqing: ……

No one can match Li Xiangping's dedication to farming, and his spirit is certainly worth learning from.

Yan Qingqing smiled and said, "In that case, you should arrange for someone to spread this batch of organic fertilizer on the ground first."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiang'an quickly agreed. This batch of experimental products was considered a success, but with so much land at home, it certainly wouldn't be enough.

He wants to collect more animal manure to make more organic fertilizer.

Yan Qingqing and Yuan Huiniang did not stay long before returning home.

Upon returning home, the first thing the two of them naturally did was take a shower.

Although they had lived a hard life before, everyone knew they could never go back to the past.

After some time, the cleaning and cosmetics workshop officially started operations.

Yan Qingqing invited Village Chief Yang to preside over the groundbreaking ceremony, giving him a great deal of face.

Not only Village Chief Yang attended the groundbreaking ceremony for the chemical processing plant, but also Li Kaishan and the village chiefs from several nearby villages.

They all looked at Village Chief Yang with some envy. Yan Qingqing not only built the cleaning and chemical workshop in Dayang Village, but more importantly, she also entrusted Village Chief Yang with an important task.

They heard that Village Chief Yang's third son had even gotten a job as a manager at the laundry and chemical factory, which was what they envied the most.

Everyone in the neighborhood knows that those promoted by Yan Qingqing have made a lot of money. In their eyes, Yang Tiezhi is about to become rich, so whether he stays as village chief or not doesn't really matter.

Looking at the more than two hundred people standing in neat rows, Yan Qingqing was filled with emotion.