Qiao Qiu paused, "You were on the run, yet you still managed to stay so well-informed. Not bad, not bad."
“It’s not that I’m well-informed, but I saw the newly built houses in the village. Those are not houses that you little people can afford to build,” Bai Shu said truthfully.
“Yes, it’s not something those little people can afford to build.” Qiao Qiu turned around. “I’m just giving you a heads-up. Whether you go in or not is entirely up to you.”
Bai Shu looked at her bright face, her bright eyes showing no sign of panic, her calmness was unsettling.
"Why do you want to marry him? I was the one who met you around the same time as him. There are some things he hasn't done with you, so why do you like him?"
"I guess this is what they mean by first come, first served." Qiao Qiu turned around and walked into the village.
This isn't simply a matter of one night having passed; it's about many lifetimes having passed.
Bai Shu did not chase after them, but the hatred reflected in his eyes was hard to quell.
His master always favored him since childhood, simply because he was the eldest brother and he himself was a later arrival.
Now even the people he likes are first come, first served. Why should he get them?
Bai Shu felt a sharp pain in his heart. He tilted his head back and took deep breaths of fresh air, as if that would make him feel much better.
Seeing him like this, Gu Youying felt just as bad.
Seeing the person she loves confess their love to someone else hurts her even more.
"Brother Bai, let's go."
"Leave? Ha, where else can we go?" Bai Shu's smile was cold, and his heart was cold as well.
“We can go anywhere, as long as I can be with you, I’m willing to go anywhere,” Gu Youying said earnestly.
"Yeah?"
Bai Shu looked up and spoke in a very calm tone. Gu Youying was not sure whether he wanted to go with her or not, but her position was clear and her answer was easy.
Gu Youying nodded. "Yes."
"If only she could be like you, how wonderful that would be?"
Gu Youying gritted her teeth, almost bursting into tears.
"No, she is not you. If she were like you, she wouldn't be the one I like." Bai Shu smiled gently, recalling the night he shared drinks with her.
Even though it wasn't her choice, she was still very happy, wasn't she?
He was very happy.
If he gets her, they can do this every day.
Isn't it great to be happy every day?
...
Qiao Qiu returned to the Qiao family home. Before Xiao Hui could take her things out, she saw her come back and walked over with her things.
"Miss, why are you back?"
"I've been there for too long, and I think it's better to come back sooner."
"Oh, oh..." Xiao Hui didn't suspect anything and cheerfully placed the food box on the table. "Madam thought you would play in the woods for a while longer, so she asked me to bring some pastries. Now that you're back, Miss, please eat here."
"Alright." Qiao Qiu smiled.
Xiao Hui placed the food on the table, and Qiao Qiu sat down at the table, picked up a pastry, and started eating.
The ring spoke in her mind, "Master, if you make a move, how could those two possibly escape?"
“I want them to run. If they don’t run, they’ll be an endless source of trouble if they stay here,” Qiao Qiu said.
"But if you let them go, they'll still cause trouble. What difference does it make?" the ring asked.
"Xiao Jie, have you forgotten? We can't kill the protagonist. If we do, the whole world will collapse."
The ring fell silent. In fact, it had a way to lock the protagonist's luck, but to lock their luck, the protagonist himself had to be a physical being.
Qiao Qiu saw that it understood and didn't say anything more. No matter what, even if she could kill them, she still didn't want to do it.
Killing someone because of obstruction is always somewhat against one's conscience.
The seeds that Qiao Qiu cultivated have already yielded fruit, and the heavy load of rice makes her very happy.
Grandpa Yuan is indeed the greatest.
Qiao Qiu happily carried the jar to show her father, who was so excited that he stood up.
"Qiu'er, did you grow these?"
Qiao Qiu smiled and nodded.
"This is wonderful, wonderful!" Mr. Qiao said excitedly, "Qiu'er, you have done a great thing, wonderful! Next year our harvest will be many times greater, wonderful!"
Qiao Qiu's smile froze, and her lips twitched. "Dad, I didn't figure this out myself; someone else taught me."
"Who taught you that? We should thank him properly!" Mr. Qiao accepted this idea quickly. Considering his own daughter's worth, he felt that this explanation was more plausible.
“His name was Yuan Longping, and he was a very great man,” Qiao Qiu said, her face full of admiration. Then she sighed, “It’s a pity he’s no longer here. Dad can thank him by looking up to him.”
Father Qiao looked up and sighed, "What a pity, he was our benefactor. Our harvest was the best in the village, and many people couldn't even afford to eat after paying their taxes. They relied on us for support every year. If we had continued planting this, would we still be short of food?"
Qiao Qiu nodded emphatically. "Isn't he my benefactor?"
"Dad, once this pot of seeds is harvested, we'll use it as seeds. We'll keep some for ourselves and share the rest with everyone. I don't know if we'll be able to harvest a lot, so we can only try a portion first."
"Good, good!" Mr. Qiao was overjoyed, nodding repeatedly. Looking at the pleasingly yellow rice ears in the jar, he smiled so much that his eyes almost disappeared.
"What are you two talking about here?"
Mrs. Qiao walked in.
Qiao Qiu turned her head and smiled, "Mother."
"Madam, come and see!" Mr. Qiao beckoned to her.
Mrs. Qiao walked over, saw the rice stalks, and her eyes lit up. "What's this?"
“Rice.” Mr. Qiao gave her an affirmative answer. “A man named Yuan Longping taught our daughter how to grow it.”
The look of ecstasy on Qiao's mother's face quickly faded. "No, we've never seen or heard of this person before. Qiu'er, when did he teach you?"
Qiao Qiu said, "Mother, don't I often like to go to the woods alone to play? Actually, it's to learn skills. Grandpa Yuan doesn't want anyone to know him. He's a reclusive master who knows everything and has taught me a lot."
Exactly! If Grandpa Yuan hadn't developed hybrid rice, how could she have had the opportunity to learn so much?
"Where is he?" Mrs. Qiao asked.
“He is…” Qiao Qiu said sadly, “...gone.”
Qiao's mother patted her back and comforted her, "Qiu'er, let's find some time to go and pay our respects to him. Don't be sad anymore."
Qiao Qiu nodded. "Then, Mother, I'll take the jar back first, and I'll turn it into seeds and give them to Father and Mother later."
"Okay, go ahead."
"Qiu'er, watch your step," Mr. Qiao called from behind.
"Yes, Father."
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