I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 162: Free Flight?

Qiao Qingyu nodded, "The scientific name for potatoes is Solanum tuberosum, so you can also call them ’fried potato strips.’"

"Aunt Qiao, the fries you make are so delicious."

"You sure have a sweet mouth, little girl." Qiao Qingyu said, her smile brimming with praise.

Wei Xiao, who had been praised, finished a fry, licked her fingers, and then looked up at Qiao Qingyu with a soft voice, "Aunt Qiao, Mom said that in the future, she will let me go to a place where I can eat fries every day for school."

"Oh, where can you eat fries every day?" Qiao Qingyu asked with genuine curiosity.

Wei Xiao shook her head, "Mom didn’t say, and I don’t know either."

Then she added, "Mom said it’s a place of freedom where you can grow wings and soar..."

The smile on Qiao Qingyu’s face suddenly froze.

But then, she smiled again. freewebnøvel.com

"Xiao Xiao, that place must be the vast fields where the potato farmers carry back cartloads of potatoes home, and then you can eat fried potatoes every day."

Dashun joined in, "Aunt Qiao, I want to go to that kind of place too. I want to eat fries every day."

"I want to, I want to," Daji asserted, not to be outdone.

Xiao Hu gave the two of them a look, then turned to Qiao Qingyu with a soft, sticky voice, "Aunt Qiao, as long as I’m a well-behaved child, I can eat fries without having to go to the countryside, right?"

Qiao Qingyu smiled at them, "Alright, don’t talk while eating."

No matter how delicious the fries were, Qiao Qingyu couldn’t let them overindulge, as after all, these were deep-fried foods. Once they had enough, she wouldn’t let them eat anymore, for there was still lunch to be had.

A serving of fried potatoes made the three kids noticeably more attached to Qiao Qingyu.

Dashun had always coveted Qiao Qingyu’s vegetable garden and flower garden; he had even sneaked peeks over the wall.

He also coveted Qiao Qingyu’s tractor.

He even knew that Qiao Qingyu’s tractor was parked in the carport in Zone 5.

He walked around the yard several times, with Xiao Hu constantly reminding him in the manner of a little master not to step here or touch there...

Dashun wasn’t offended, his eyes shining brightly as he turned to Qiao Qingyu with sugary sweetness, "Aunt Qiao, I like you."

Qiao Qingyu smiled; a child’s affection is so simple, yet it’s the purest.

At that time, the sun was right overhead, and it was almost time for lunch.

Qiao Qingyu didn’t want to keep the three children for lunch.

"Alright, you’ve had enough to eat, it’s time to go home, or your families will start looking for you."

Although Dashun was only seven, even a seven-year-old can understand what adults mean. He took his brother and Wei Xiao, and they parted from Qiao Qingyu somewhat reluctantly.

Qiao Qingyu walked them to the door, and after they had gone a dozen steps, Dashun suddenly turned his head, his eyes gleaming, his voice soft, "Aunt Qiao, when you drive the tractor, can I come up and touch it?"

Qiao Qingyu laughed, "Not only can you touch it, but if there’s a chance, Aunt Qiao will take you to Barley Grassland to pick mushrooms."

"Really, Aunt Qiao, you’re not lying to us, are you?" Dashun’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Qiao Qingyu.

"Aunt Qiao is not someone who goes back on her word."

With a loud "ow!" Dashun jumped up and down several times, not knowing what to say, unable to offer words of thanks. He vigorously waved at Qiao Qingyu, then grabbed his brother and Wei Xiao, and scurried off into the distance.

Yet, the smile on Qiao Qingyu’s face gradually faded as the words Wei Xiao had said echoed endlessly in her head.

Yu Jing, everyone called her Sister Yu, was said to be very kind and highly skilled in her profession—she was the head accountant of the base, holding considerable financial power. Not to mention her personality, her position alone was something people sought to curry favor with.

But she was never condescending, always modest and approachable, and got along very well with everyone. Since Qiao Qingyu had been there for quite some time, whenever others mentioned Yu Jing, they would be full of praise—including He Xiuyu, Old Wei, and Old Xie.

Therefore, to reach such a level was truly a mark of success, and Yu Jing’s name too was etched into Qiao Qingyu’s memory.

But why would she say something like that to the children?

Qiao Qingyu did not think that a place where one could eat fried potato chips every day could be a village.

Moreover, a village was not a place of freedom, where one could sprout wings and soar.

Being a farmer was hard work.

Even with Yu Jing’s high level of awareness, if she had to choose to become a farmer who works with her face towards the earth and her back to the sky, she would definitely not agree.

Besides, the most important point was that fried potato chips was a new term that didn’t appear until seven years later in the real world.

Even though this was the world within a book, it wasn’t advanced enough to be years ahead of the real world; the living standards were mostly in sync.

Aside from the deliberately altered timeline of university entrance examinations, not much else was different. Perhaps to avoid coincidences with real-life names and places, many elements were intentionally obscured or erased.

But only slightly so.

Naturally, even she would not dare to mention the term "fried potato chips" to Xiao Hu and Rongrong.

As Qiao Qingyu was kneading the dough, her mind still pondered the words Wei Xiao had said. She hadn’t expected the phone in the study to suddenly ring. She hurriedly answered it, and it was He Xiuyu on the line.

He told her that a large number of rats had been found active in the base kindergarten, so the area around the kindergarten had already been cordoned off. It hadn’t spread to the residential area of the base, but the perimeter was already under strict surveillance. He advised her not to wander around unnecessarily.

The sudden appearance of so many rats was frightening. The presence of many rats often signaled the plague, and the plague meant mass death, especially since there was no cure for it at the moment.

He Xiuyu stressed his points for quite some time, and Qiao Qingyu agreed to every one of them.

Qiao Qingyu, with some concern, asked, "Do you have any good defensive measures in place? And what are you doing with the rats you’ve caught?"

"There is a specialized epidemic prevention station at the base, and the staff from the epidemic prevention department have all been mobilized."

He Xiuyu continued, "Don’t worry, the relevant personnel from the hospital are also in place."

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t worried. But it seemed that the people at the Tenghai Research Base were more aware than anyone of what a large number of rats signified. Besides, this wasn’t an issue she could help with; she worked in the Seed Laboratory, not the Pharmaceutical Laboratory.

"Are you going to the scene to direct?"

"There are specialized command personnel. I have to go down to the workshop soon."

After their conversation, He Xiuyu hurriedly hung up the phone. Qiao Qingyu had unanswered questions in her heart that she couldn’t discuss with He Xiuyu, but after all, he would be back tomorrow.