Who understands? He traveled through time with a high-spec spatial ability.

It was already past midnight when Qiao Wanjun got home. He stayed home and didn't go out. He didn't say anything when he saw his wife and daughter come back.

Qiao Jingjing didn't want to face him, so she made an excuse to take her younger brother out to look for something. Actually, she also wanted to secretly take something for her younger brother to eat, leaving Lin Cuicui and Qiao Wanjun at home.

Qiao Wanjun took out the 20 taels of silver he received from the division of the family property and pushed it in front of Lin Shi, saying, "Keep this silver. Use it to make a couple of clothes for Daya and for yourself."

Looking at this man, Lin felt a mix of emotions.

For a long time, parents, brothers, and even brothers' children have been more important than oneself and one's own children. Now that the family has separated, they suddenly think of caring about others.

Sigh, there's no point in thinking about it anymore. All she wants now is for her two children to be alright.

“Dad, it’s been inconvenient taking turns using the stove these past few days, and it’s easy for things to get messy over time. The children are all grown up now, and they can’t all stay in one room anymore. Daya is already looking for a partner, so it’s even less suitable for them to be together. How about this, Uncle Tie Niu’s house in the village is still empty, let’s ask the village head to rent it. It’s 150 coins a month, and we can move in after a little tidying up. Everything is ready.”

Qiao Wanjun disagreed, saying that 150 coins was too expensive, equivalent to half a month's wages for a strong laborer.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to tell you. Da Ya will pay for it. She recently went up the mountain to pick mushrooms and sold them for some money, which she gave to me. Let’s rent it for a few months to ease our immediate needs. The rice harvest is just around the corner. After this harvest, we’ll see if we can build a house.”

"I'm her father! Why doesn't she tell me anything? Picking mushrooms, selling them for money, and now she wants to rent a house. She doesn't even respect me as her father!" Qiao Wanjun was very angry, and Lin Cuicui was even angrier!

“I’m telling you this, but do you care? I used to tell you everything, but did you ever care? You always thought it was your own child’s fault, and you never took her side or made her apologize to this person or make amends to that person.”

She may have been naive before, but that doesn't mean she has no memory. You want to act all high and mighty now? Too late! This apartment is rented; your agreement is best, otherwise I'll move out with the kids."

Qiao Jingjing didn't want to know about their argument; she just needed to know that her mother won in the end.

They brought Xiao Ming to a rice paddy area. Walking along the ridge, they saw golden rice ears on both sides, but they weren't very full.

Unlike the neat rows of rice stalks she had seen in modern times, the rice paddies here were not planted in a standardized manner.

Some fields are sparse while others are very crowded. It seems necessary to ask my mother how rice was grown in this era and what the yield was.

The space contains an agricultural encyclopedia I bought previously, as well as downloaded videos. Based on current production levels compared to modern standards, there should be significant room for improvement.

The siblings sat down on the ground at the end of the field.

Qiao Jingjing took out two rabbit-shaped milk candies, peeled off the outer skin beforehand to reveal the transparent sugar coating inside, and the milky white candy gave off a rich sweet aroma.

He put one in his younger brother's mouth, and then ate one himself. Although he didn't crave candy, his body needed it.

Xiao Ming had gotten used to being fed by his older sister from time to time.

My sister always says it's their secret, and the only way to keep it is to help her eat all the food. She's not allowed to be reluctant to eat it, nor can she save it for others.

All he has to do is open his mouth when his sister brings out something delicious.

The little guy squinted his eyes happily as he tasted the sweet milk candy, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

He smacked his lips, savoring the sweet taste, as if the whole world had become beautiful.

After finishing the candy, the little guy smacked his lips with lingering satisfaction. Qiao Jingjing then took out a handful of beef jerky and two biscuits from her pocket and held them out for him to eat.

These foods are all natural, without any technology or artificial processing, so people can eat them with peace of mind.

The more you chew the authentic grassland beef cubes, the more fragrant they become, with a rich meaty aroma spreading in your mouth. However, eating too many can make your jaw hurt.

The biscuits were strawberry flavored, and their sweet and sour, refreshing fruity aroma instantly opened up the little guy's taste buds, immersing him in the enjoyment of the food.

After finishing their meal, the siblings dusted themselves off and headed home. Passing a stream beside the paddy fields, Qiao Jingjing lay down on the bank, pretending to catch fish. Her younger brother was small; if she moved quickly, he probably wouldn't notice.

She reached her hand into the water and scooped the fish from the stream into her hand. The little guy saw his sister catch a big fish in no time and jumped and clapped excitedly.

Looking at her older sister with admiration, she said, "Big sister is so amazing! I want to learn how to catch fish too."

"No problem! Drink more fish soup tonight, and when you grow taller, I'll teach you."

Carrying the fish back home, Qiao Shilang, the second son, saw the fish and his craving for it returned, but he didn't say anything because he didn't dare.

His life changed drastically during this period. He no longer had an egg every day, his grandmother was not as affectionate towards him as before, and his father often beat him, blaming him for offending his grandmother.

Qiao Jingjing tossed the fish to Lin Shi, planning to make fish soup that evening. Lin Shi was troubled; the crucian carp wasn't tasty, it was too fishy.

Qiao Jingjing sighed, "Sigh, there's so much to teach."

I picked a bunch of wild scallions and shredded some ginger, then marinated them. After ten minutes, I pan-fried the fish in hot oil, then poured in hot water. The resulting fish soup was milky white, fragrant, and rich. Finally, I sprinkled some chopped scallions on top—it smelled amazing!

The second and third wives were drooling from the delicious smell. The eldest wife must be living a miserable life, eating so well! Xiao Yueyue and Qiao Shilang were so hungry they wanted to cry.

Qiao Jingjing ladled the fish soup into a clay pot and took it home. Then she went back to check if the porridge she was making was ready. When no one was around, she took out two compressed biscuits, broke them into pieces, and put them into the porridge, along with some wild vegetables.

As Qiao Wanjun ate, he wondered why the porridge tasted so good tonight, a little... a little sweet?

The three-day period had ended, and Qiao Jingjing set off with the matsutake mushrooms, porcini mushrooms, and wood ear mushrooms she had picked over the past two days.

Lin Cuicui learned about her daughter's other skill last night and was so shocked she was stunned for a long time. For an ordinary farmer, this was far beyond her comprehension; she'll have to digest it slowly.

Fortunately, she recognized the sense of security this skill brought, so she didn't go with her daughter.

It felt great to go out alone. Qiao Jingjing had made a plan: to finalize the cooperation today and then sell some of the grain.

Upon arriving at Yilixiang, the waiter peered out from the back door. He guessed that the young woman would likely avoid the people on the other side.

When Qiao Jingjing arrived at the back door of the restaurant, she saw the waiter waiting for her and immediately thought, "He's quite clever."

"Good morning, young man." "Miss, my surname is Li, and my given name is Wang."

"Brother Li, my surname is Qiao. Let's go. Have you prepared all the ingredients I need?"

The two arrived at a corner of the hall. Li Wang didn't know what Miss Qiao wanted these dishes for. Last time before he left, he only told her to prepare the ingredients, but he instructed her not to cook them and to keep them fresh until she came.

He had a guess in his mind, but he didn't say it aloud, which is why he waited for her at the back door.