I Got Rich in Period Fiction

Su Yunyao was very sad, if only she could have been reborn before He Xiuyu returned to Hejia Village.

Nevertheless, she was also very grateful.

Heaven had given her another life, just to let her make up for her regrets. This time, she would definitely help He Xiuyu escape from that ignorant and foolish village woman. She was going to marry him, love him deeply, and use her knowledge to help him avoid detours and reach the pinnacle of science.

Furthermore, in the past life, He Xiuyu and that shameless village woman never had children. In this life, she wanted to bear his children.

A daughter like her, and a son like him!

They were childhood sweethearts with identical aspirations. This time, they would surely become the happiest family.

Tears sparkled in Su Yunyao's eyes. She really missed him. Even though she had just seen him yesterday, now it felt as though it had been two lifetimes.

At that thought, Su Yunyao quickly wiped away her tears. Her steps became light; she had too many regrets to make up for and too many mistakes to correct.

How wonderful it was; Heaven must have seen her suffering and thus given her this chance to be reborn.

She would surely cherish it well.

As for Qiao Qingyu, she was really not worth mentioning.

Even if she seemed a bit smarter, it couldn't change the fact that she was an ignorant village woman.

Su Yunyao felt there was no need to be angry with her.

He Xiuyu didn't love Qiao Qingyu at all, so soon she would be expelled from his life!

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At this moment, Qiao Qingyu could guess that Su Yunyao was probably thinking of ways to make her leave He Xiuyu.

She was curious, wondering what it felt like not to view things from the main female character's perspective.

But soon she had no time to think about that, as she was jolted so violently that her face turned pale. What kind of road was this? It was terrible. Sun Dazhi had already slowed down as much as he could, but it still wasn't much better.

Fortunately, halfway through, the road conditions improved a lot, but the roadside was bare; the view was extensive, yet it was truly desolate.

This place was on the edge of the Huang Sha region in the Northwest, near Xiaxi Commune. She saw patches of farmland where people were working. Seeing a jeep pass by, everyone straightened up and watched them.

The farmland still looked very barren; in the distance, sparse elm trees stood in front of Yellow Earth Slope.

"Brother Sun, the farmland here is so inferior compared to North City. Why don't these people go to North City to farm? There are many uncultivated mountains near my hometown," Qiao Qingyu remarked.

Without chemical fertilizer, the crops grown year after year had only made the barren land more barren.

Even with chemical fertilizer, it wasn't much better.

Improving the environment had only one solution: people had to leave!

"It's hard to leave one's native soil. They've lived here for generations, how could they bear to leave? North City might be better, but it's not their home," Sun Dazhi said with a sigh.

Qiao Qingyu nodded; that was exactly the reason.

And now they had arrived at Xiaxi Commune.

The area occupied by the commune was quite large, but it was also surrounded by farmland. The commune system hadn't been abolished yet, and those living here were still farmers.

It was time for work, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the road.

The jeep stopped at the post office. Qiao Qingyu got out of the car briskly, smiling warmly, "Brother Sun, you can go back. I'll be heading to the cooperative store to buy some things soon."

Sun Dazhi hesitated for a moment. He truly couldn't stay for a long time, "Are there many items that you bought, and considering the journey is not close, how will you bring them back?"

"It's okay, I didn't buy much. I'll walk back with a few students from the family quarters. Brother Sun, thank you. You can go back now."

Temporarily, students from the family quarters attended the comprehensive school at the Xiaxi Commune. There were about four or five children. Qiao Qingyu had not planned to walk back with them; she intended to stroll around here a bit.

Sun Dazhi did not insist further and, after giving a few instructions, drove off.

Qiao Qingyu stood at the entrance of the post office, curiously looking around.

At the main entrance stood a green iron mailbox. Pushing the door open led directly into the small post office of Xiaxi Commune.

Behind a counter about half a meter tall was a postal worker wearing glasses. He was sorting through various envelopes and remittance forms.

In this era, telephones were not widespread. For those separated by mountains and rivers, letters were the common means of communication. If one were really in a hurry, they could send a telegram, costing 1.5 yuan per word.

Mr. Chang looked up and saw it was Qiao Qingyu. He knew this young woman; she was a regular customer at the supply and sales cooperative and reportedly the daughter-in-law of a prominent scientist at Tenghai Research Base. Mr. Chang quickly called out, "Comrade Qiao Qingyu, good timing, here are your remittance form, a parcel, and a letter."

Qiao Qingyu was stunned for a moment. She was there to send a telegram to her original body's parents but hadn't expected there to be so many items.

The family quarters office at the base did not have the authority to issue introduction letters. Thus, the research base had issued identification cards to direct family members, and naturally, Qiao Qingyu had one.

An hour later, Qiao Qingyu retrieved six hundred yuan from her remittance form, along with a letter and a parcel.

Holding these items, she left the post office, somewhat worried. She wished she had asked Sun Dazhi to wait for her.

Qiao Qingyu sat on the steps at the corner of the wall, the money tucked inside her canvas shoulder bag, all in ten yuan banknotes.

He Xiuyu had initially given Qiao Qingyu eight hundred yuan. Six hundred yuan of this amount she had mailed back to her hometown, and she had spent the remaining two hundred yuan.

She had just remembered that.

Yesterday, He Xiuyu had given her a salary of eighty yuan, plus fifty kilograms in food coupons, a few kilograms each of meat coupons and oil tickets, and others...

In the early 1980s, it was still an era where purchases were made with coupons.

And He Xiuyu belonged to the higher-income group.

Although in principle she shouldn't spend He Xiuyu's money, she was now penniless and needed to wait until she could earn her own.

But holding onto this money and the coupons indeed felt like holding onto burning coals.

Qiao Qingyu hesitated for a moment but then opened the letter.

The letter was written by Qiao Qingyu's younger brother, Qiao Mubao...

It filled exactly two pages of stationery. Qiao Qingyu quickly read it, and her expression gradually darkened.

Her current situation seemed to be a bit tricky.

Because of this awkward marriage, Han Xianglan had fallen seriously ill and spent all the family's money. Qiao Qingyu's father had taken Han Xianglan and left the Qiao Family Team. Mubao had dropped out of school. There were too many people gossiping behind their backs in the village, and the sister-in-law had taken nephews and nieces back to her parents' home.

The once harmonious Qiao Family was left with only the straightforward and honest big brother, Qiao Genbao.

In the letter, Mubao didn't say where they had gone, but he had mailed the wedding dress Han Xianglan had made by hand for her. He asked her to live a good life with He Xiuyu but to never return to the Qiao Family Team, as if she had no family there.

There was also money, which was the He Family's; they had sent it all back unspent.

This was a complete severance of relations!

Qiao Qingyu's frown deepened slightly as she placed the letter back in the canvas bag.

Hugging the cloth bag containing the wedding dress, a hint of confusion flickered in Qiao Qingyu's moist eyes. Did she really have no way out now?