Chapter 3

Sitting on the ground, Chen Biao didn't take the newcomer seriously after seeing him clearly. He was just a country boy who had come to bring good luck; he couldn't cause any trouble for him.

“Our Chen family’s affairs are none of your business as an outsider.”

"Oh dear, Second Uncle, what are you talking about? Am I an outsider? Are you planning to divorce me on Chen Qingyan's behalf?"

Chen Biao was stunned. He hadn't expected this young man to be so quick-witted. For a moment, he couldn't find a reply, so he simply sat on the ground and pretended to be dead.

"Why isn't Second Uncle saying anything? Is it because you think Mother-in-law's dowry is too small? Why don't you give me my dowry too?"

Chen Biao said with a face full of disdain, "You're just a poor boy from a village, where would you get a dowry?"

Wang Ying grinned and said, "Second Uncle is right. Mother-in-law should let her son marry a woman from a wealthy family so that she can support Second Uncle's family and save you from going hungry even though you have hands and feet."

Upon hearing this, the onlookers burst into laughter, and the chatter grew louder.

Even with his thick skin, Chen Biao couldn't help but feel embarrassed after being talked about by so many people. He said in a gruff voice, "Sister-in-law, is this the good son-in-law you married? Talking to elders like this shows a lack of manners and shame. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if word gets out?"

Li hesitated, not daring to respond, and turned to look at her son-in-law beside her.

Wang Ying's smile vanished. "Second Uncle, what you're saying is wrong. Logically speaking, after your father-in-law's death, your uncles should take care of the orphans and widows. How can you turn around and demand money? If you don't get money, you throw a tantrum. I think you're the one who doesn't understand propriety and shame!"

"you!"

"What do you mean, 'you'? Even the wild dogs on the mountain know to help their own kind take care of their cubs. You're not even as good as an animal, forcing your sister-in-law to use her dowry to support you. How shameless do you have?"

"I……"

"If I were you, I'd just kill myself by smashing my head against a wall. Otherwise, how would I face my deceased brother in the afterlife?"

Chen Biao was so angry that he fell backward, clutching his chest and unable to speak.

Wang Ying suddenly knelt on the ground, covering her face with a handkerchief and feigning tears, "Knowing full well that my nephew is unwell, you still come to our house to cause trouble on our joyous occasion! Are you trying to force us to our deaths? We have no way out!"

Seeing the person whose face had turned pale with anger, Wang Ying felt secretly pleased. In his past life, his grandmother had dealt with so many awful relatives, and he had learned a lot of skills from her. He never expected to put them all to use today.

"Outrageous! Outrageous!" Seeing that he could not gain any advantage, Chen Biao flung his sleeves and fled in panic.

The meal was almost finished, and the guests began to leave one after another. Only then did Wang Ying dust herself off and stand up.

Turning around, I saw my younger brother and sister-in-law looking at me with excitement, almost clapping their hands and shouting "Sister-in-law is awesome!"

"That was so satisfying! We should have given them a good scolding a few times, so they wouldn't come to our house every month to beg for money!" Chen Qingyun excitedly grabbed his arm. Heaven knows how long she had wanted to scold her second uncle's family! If it weren't for her status, she would have already broken ties with them.

"Don't talk nonsense." Madam Li looked at her son-in-law with worry in her eyes and said, "There are so many guests in the house today. They will definitely spread this matter, and it will probably damage your reputation."

Wang Ying waved his hand dismissively, "What's a reputation worth?" Besides, he wasn't a real man at heart, so he didn't care about those gossips at all.

Li came from a scholarly family and had been taught by her elders since childhood to be well-mannered and never argue with anyone. But how could she not be angry? Now that someone had finally helped her vent her anger, she felt extremely relieved.

Initially, they looked down on Wang Ying's background, but now they find the child more and more pleasing to the eye.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? I've had someone reserve a table for you. Qingyun, Qingsong, quickly take your sister-in-law to eat."

"Why."

Wang Ying never expected that her act of chivalry would earn her so much goodwill from the Chen family, especially the two children, who adored her.

Chen Qingyun is twelve years old this year. She is a clever and quick-witted girl who speaks rapidly and quickly, like spilling beans. She pulled him aside and told him everything about her family.

It turns out that Uncle Chen had taken fifty or sixty strings of cash from their family over the past few years. This money was nominally a loan, but there were no IOUs, and it was unlikely that it would be repaid.

Chen Qingyan is seriously ill, and the medical treatment and medicine have cost a lot of money. Although the Chen family owns hundreds of acres of fertile land, farming depends on the weather. In addition, Li Shi is not good at managing the household, and now the family is really running out of money.

In other words, even the landlords were running out of food.

"Thanks to my sister-in-law's help today, otherwise my mother's dowry would have been lost."

“Mhm!” Sanlang Chen Qingsong nodded in agreement.

Wang Ying let out a burp and said, "Don't worry, if he dares to come again next time, I'll beat him out with a broom."

The two children burst out laughing. Who said the village boys weren't presentable? This boy is wonderful!

*

After dinner, it was already late. In ancient times, when there was no entertainment, people generally lived a life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, and the landlord's family was no exception.

Wang Ying strolled back to the backyard, hesitated for a moment at the bedroom door before pushing it open and going in.

Inside the room, Chen Qingyan was reading by the light of an oil lamp. In the candlelight, the boy's complexion was better, but his cheeks were still so thin that they were sunken. His thin lips were slightly pursed, making him look somewhat harsh.

He looked up at Wang Ying but didn't say anything, only slightly brightening the candlelight.

Uncle Chen just came over and told him everything that happened this afternoon.

He had known for a long time that his second uncle had come to borrow money, but his mother was too shy and soft-hearted to refuse him each time. His younger brother and sister were too young, and he himself was too weak to even go out and argue. This young man, though rough and uncouth, was not entirely useless.

After a long day, Wang Ying was exhausted. She rubbed her sore neck and asked, "Where am I going to sleep tonight?"

Logically, once married, they should sleep together, but neither of them wanted to share a bed.

"I'll have someone clean up the west wing tomorrow, and you can sleep there."

"And today?" Wang Ying walked to the bedside and measured it with her hand. This four-poster bed was quite spacious and should be able to sleep two people.

Chen Qingyan was startled. "What are you doing!"

Seeing his nervous look, Wang Ying couldn't help but tease him, "Go to sleep." Saying that, she took off her coat and shoes and climbed into bed.

"Get down! Don't you know shame!"

"Hey? I'm already married to you, what's there to be shy about? Isn't it perfectly legal for us to sleep together?"

"You, you, you are shameless!" Chen Qingyan's face was so red it was almost steaming. How could this be? He had never seen such a frivolous person before. What kind of young man would willingly climb into another man's bed!

Wang Ying laughed so hard she almost fell over. Afraid she might really anger this kid to death, she quickly grabbed her bedding and got out of bed. "Alright, young master, calm down, I'll sleep on the floor."

Chen Qingyan took a deep breath, suspecting that the person was doing it on purpose. He angrily blew out the oil lamp and pulled the quilt to cover himself up tightly.

The room was pitch black, with only the chirping of crickets to be heard. Wang Ying turned over, and the smile on her face disappeared.

Looking at the moonlight through the crack in the window, I sighed silently in my heart.

It would be a lie to say I'm not afraid of time travel. The only thing I'm thankful for is that I have no ties to anyone after I die, so I don't have to worry about my family being left without anyone to take care of me.

In his previous life, after his parents divorced and remarried, six-year-old Wang Ying was left to be raised by his maternal grandparents. The two elderly people were uneducated farmers, but they raised him very well.

They supported her until she went to university, but then both her parents passed away, and Wang Ying began living alone.

Perhaps influenced by his maternal grandfather, he loved the land, so he applied to agricultural college. He didn't know what would happen to the experimental field after he died, or whether this year's yield would increase.

Just as he was lost in thought, a voice suddenly popped into his head: "Experimental field successfully bound."

"Who, who's speaking?!" Wang Ying was so startled that she sat up abruptly from the ground.

Chen Qingyan, who was on the bed, was also startled and said coldly, "Are you having a fit of hysteria?"

Tsk, this unlucky kid, is his mouth all sweet talk?

"I was dreaming." Wang Ying lay back in bed, and as soon as he closed his eyes, a flash of white light appeared, and the originally dark bedroom turned into the experimental field he was familiar with!

Wang Ying rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Nothing had changed; it was still that experimental field!

He ran over excitedly, and looking at the lush green wheat seedlings, he felt as if he were seeing his own son; tears almost welled up in his eyes.

Have I traveled back in time?

No, the clothes she's wearing are still ancient clothes, and her hands are a size smaller than usual. What's going on?

Wang Ying was full of questions, but no one could answer them. He didn't have time to think about it and quickly ran to check on his wheat seedlings. His research topic this time was drought-resistant winter wheat.

Traditional wheat production is highly dependent on climate; good growth in the following year is achieved when there is a lot of snow in winter. However, in recent years, severe droughts have occurred, and despite human intervention, many areas have experienced reduced yields or even crop failures. That is why this research direction was chosen.

The winter wheat he cultivated is called Changfeng No. 3. This wheat is high-yielding with large ears, strong tillering ability, and the whole plant is resistant to hot and dry winds. It only needs to be watered once during the growing season, and the yield per mu is stable at over 1,000 jin.

The only drawback is the poor taste. Originally, we planned to crossbreed it with other varieties this year to see if we could cultivate wheat with a better taste, but unfortunately, we suddenly fell into a well.

"Wow, they've all sprouted ears. This one looks good too, it can be planted." Wang Ying, like an old father, moved back and forth in the experimental field, stroking his wheat seedlings with a loving expression.

When he was tired, he sat on the edge of the field and listened to the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the wheat. This was probably the most moving music he had ever heard.

I remember when I was a child, I would go to work in the fields with my grandfather. He would sit on the edge of the field and listen to the wind blowing through the wheat. The golden wheat ears were like swaying maracas, composing a profound melody that had been passed down for thousands of years.

Suddenly, darkness fell and the experimental field vanished. Wang Ying sat up in alarm, finding herself still in the Chen family's bedroom. Chen Qingyan was fast asleep on the bed, with only moonlight filtering through the window paper onto the floor.

What exactly happened? He tried to recall the experimental field in his mind, but nothing happened. Everything that had just occurred seemed like a dream.

As drowsiness overcame her, Wang Ying drifted off to sleep amidst her doubts and unease.

The next morning, Wang Ying was awakened by a strong urge to urinate. She opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar roof beams. It took her a while to remember that she had gotten married the day before.

"Fuck!" he cursed in some foreign language, put on his clothes, and ran towards the outhouse at the back.

As I was taking off my pants, a greenish-yellow blade of grass suddenly fell from my waist.

Wang Ying's eyes widened. This...this isn't his precious Changfeng 03! Was he dreaming last night?

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