The Brilliant Life of a Post-Apocalyptic Female Boss Reborn at 70

Xin Yi wrote: "Agriculture is the primary productive force. If the country is to develop, it must first solve the problem of food and clothing for the people. Therefore, developing agriculture is of paramount importance."

Developing agriculture can be approached from several aspects. First, improve crop quality, increase yield, and shorten the growth cycle. Second, develop or introduce more convenient agricultural equipment to reduce the burden on farmers. Another aspect is road construction. "To get rich, build roads first." Only by quickly connecting different provinces and facilitating the exchange of goods and resources can the value of crops be utilized to the fullest extent…

Xin Yi put the article into the envelope and then put down her pen.

As for the industrial sector, after careful consideration, Xin Yi realized it wasn't her area of ​​expertise, so she decided not to embarrass herself by trying.

Having achieved her goal of coming to town, Xin Yi planned to relax.

The guesthouse now has showers, but instead of lotus-shaped showerheads, it's just a water pipe, but that doesn't prevent you from taking a shower.

Finally, she didn't have to conserve water when taking a shower. Xin Yi scrubbed every inch of her skin until it turned red before she felt clean again.

As I walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, I heard the two people in room 201 talking.

"They said the transaction would take place in the mountains near some village called Dahe. Should we set off now or tomorrow?"

"No rush, there's plenty of time tomorrow. Let me go play with the pretty girl next door tonight, hehe!"

"Don't cause me any trouble! No matter how uncomfortable you are, you have to hold it in!"

"Hey, hey, alright, I'll hold it in, okay?"

The two were unaware that Xin Yi had overheard their entire conversation. If it weren't for the fact that she sensed they were planning something bad tomorrow, Xin Yi would have gone over and dealt with them right now.

Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, Xin Yi got up and packed her things. She went to the post office just in time and mailed the three letters. Then she went to the state-run restaurant for breakfast.

A bowl of vegetable and lean meat porridge and a large meat bun—food in this era was made with high-quality ingredients. Because she didn't want to waste food, Xin Yi went to great lengths to finish it all, and even packed four large meat buns to take with her when she left.

When Xin Yi arrived at the location of the oxcart, it was just about to depart. However, there weren't many people around at this time, except for an auntie who had gone to town to exchange some things. It seemed that she had only taken half a day off and had to rush back to work in the afternoon.

Xin Yi took her things and climbed directly onto the oxcart, leaving the auntie next to her stunned.

"Xin Zhiqing, you'll have a hard time finding a husband if you keep acting like this. A woman should act like a woman!"

Xin Yi found a spot as far away from the auntie as possible. "Auntie, do you live by the Yellow River?"

The woman looked puzzled. "I'm a native of Dahe Village!"

"Then why are you meddling so much? I'm not even worried about not being able to get married, what does it have to do with you? It's like the emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is!"

"Hey, what are you saying? I was just trying to be helpful, and this is how you treat me?"

"First, you're not my elder. Calling you 'Auntie' is already respecting your age enough. Second, look at yourself. You're so rugged-looking, yet you're still married. I'm so young and beautiful, why wouldn't I get married? Mind your own business!"

The aunt was so angry that she suffered internal injuries from holding it in, and she was about to have a good talk with Xin Yi.

"Hold on tight, we're about to set off!"

Grandpa Liu's interruption instantly ended the conflict.

The older woman was sulking all by herself, but Xin Yi didn't even glance at her. She chatted with Grandpa Liu the whole way, and seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

Around noon, the oxcart finally arrived at Dahe Village. Xin Yi paid the fare and handed a meat bun to Grandpa Liu.

Grandpa Liu quickly refused, "No, no, you should take it back and eat it yourself!"

"Uncle Liu, I'll have to trouble you to take care of me in the future. It's just a steamed bun. If you don't accept it, I'll feel embarrassed to ask you to watch my things in the future!"

Grandpa Liu saw the sincerity in Xin Yi's eyes and finally accepted the gift, but he didn't eat it himself, intending to take it home for his grandson.

Xin Yi jogged back to her yard. The door was open, and Liu Mengting was probably making lunch.

"Mengting, I'm back. What are you making?"

Liu Mengting came running out, spatula in hand.

"Sister Yiyi, you're finally back! I just started steaming the sweet potatoes."

"You're planning to eat this for lunch?"

Liu Mengting stammered, "I was just worried that it wouldn't taste good and would waste food. Anyway, you'll be back soon, so we'll just have something simple for lunch. But now that you're back, what are we having for lunch?"

Xin Yi handed the oil paper bag containing large meat buns to Liu Mengting, "Here, let's have buns for lunch!"

Liu Mengting took it and exclaimed, "Wow, it really is a meat bun! Sister Yiyi, you're so kind!"

He reached out to hug Xin Yi, but she quickly stepped back. "Stop! Hurry up and start steaming the buns. I'll make a side dish later!"

"okay!"

Liu Mengting happily ran back to the kitchen, while Xin Yi smiled helplessly. She returned to her room, tidied up briefly, and remembered the large portion of braised beef she had packed. "Oh well, I'll save it for dinner."

Feeling a bit greasy after eating too much meat in the past few meals, Xin Yi went to the kitchen and made a spicy and sour cabbage dish, which was both appetizing and refreshing.

Xin Yi ate half a meat bun, a sweet potato, and quite a bit of spicy and sour cabbage. Liu Mengting ate one and a half meat buns, but couldn't eat anymore, and was still staring longingly at the last meat bun.

Xin Yi patted her irritably, "Alright, let's save this for tonight. There'll be something good to eat tonight!"

Upon hearing that there was something good, Liu Mengting's eyes lit up. "Sister Yiyi, what good stuff is it?!"

"Good stuff is good stuff, you'll see tonight. Now hurry up and wash the dishes!"

Anyway, she knew that evening, so Liu Mengting happily took the bowls and chopsticks and ran to the kitchen.

After resting for a while at noon, Xin Yi originally planned to go to work in the afternoon, but then she thought about what those two bad guys were going to do and felt that she should do something.

I decided not to rest, so I closed the door and went for a walk in the mountains.

When it was time to start work in the afternoon, Liu Mengting arrived at the gate of the courtyard and found it locked. She assumed that Xin Yi had already gone to work, so she didn't say anything and went straight to the field.

At this time of day, everyone was heading out to work. Some people would greet Xin Yi kindly or nod when they saw her, while others would pretend not to see her and ignore her.

Xin Yi didn't care; she would never do something that was met with indifference.

When Liu Mengting arrived at the field, she didn't see Xin Yi and became a little anxious. She went to Aunt Shu, who had a good relationship with Xin Yi, to ask her.

"Aunt Shu, have you seen Sister Yiyi?"

"You mean Xin Zhiqing? I didn't see her. Was something holding her up?"

"But I saw that the gate to her yard was locked!"

"What's the rush? I saw Xin Zhiqing. He must have gone to the mountains. Why would he give up his work points and run off to the mountains? I wonder what he's up to!"

Liu Mengting looked up and saw that the speaker was Aunt Hua, who had a conflict with Xin Yi.

"Aunt Hua, you didn't brush your teeth, did you!"

This question caught Aunt Hua off guard. Ever since her husband passed away, she had become quite unkempt, brushing her teeth only once every few months or years, but she couldn't admit to it.