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

It was nearly 7 p.m. when they returned to the village. It wasn't dark yet, and Lin Shi and Qiao Wanjun were already in the yard, one sharpening a sickle and the other picking vegetables.

"Mom, Mingming's back! Mom, look! This is what my older sister bought for me. His name is the Monkey King. Mom, my older sister took Mingming to eat lots of delicious food today!" (Blah blah blah)

Qiao Jingjing, "..."

Lin was getting a headache from all the calling of "Mother," but she still smiled and said, "You siblings have been playing all day. Go wash your hands, and Mother will cook a dish and we can eat."

Qiao Jingjing was getting things from the carriage when she called out, "Mother, don't bother. I brought some food back from the restaurant. Just make do with this."

Actually, it was taken from the space. Anyway, my younger brother is small, so it's easy to fool him. I'm not afraid of being exposed.

The family of four enjoyed a sumptuous dinner. Qiao Jingjing asked the two adults about the progress of the rice harvest. Three dishes, a soup, and white rice—the family of three ate with obvious enjoyment; it was even better than what they ate during the New Year. Qiao Jingjing seemed indifferent; she often ate extra meals in her spatial dimension and wasn't particularly craving anything. Moreover, to accommodate their tastes, she only brought non-spicy dishes, even though she actually preferred stronger flavors.

While drinking the soup, Qiao Jingjing said to Lin Shi, "Mother, the threshing machine should be ready in about three days, but I don't know when it will be assembled and put into use. How many days will it take to finish harvesting the rice at home?"

“Your father and I are working a bit slowly. We just finished harvesting one acre of land, and the yard is full of it. It will probably take another six days.”

Qiao Jingjing put down her bowl. "Tomorrow I'll move the seedlings to the yard to get some sun. In a few days, I'll have my dad fill one of the fields with water so we can start transplanting the seedlings. Don't rush to harvest the rice; once the threshing machine is ready, it will be much easier. It's not going to rain anytime soon, so don't worry about it spoiling."

"Mom, if you run into Aunt Li these next few days, remind her to do what we did: turn over a section of the harvested rice paddy and fill it with water."

After finishing her soup, Lin smacked her lips and said, "Yes, Mother understands." Qiao Wanjun, standing to the side, felt superfluous again. Sigh, he wondered when his daughter had become so capable that she didn't need him, her father, at all.

It was a tiring day, and Qiao Jingjing fell asleep as soon as she finished showering and went to bed.

The next morning, the Lin couple went to the fields as usual. Qiao Jingjing went into her spatial dimension to check on the sugarcane's growth and calculate its ripening time. The sugarcane was growing slowly, only reaching her knees, and estimated it would be ripe in about twenty days. The cultivated wood ear mushrooms had also grown quite a bit. Qiao Jingjing picked a small basketful; they wouldn't spoil anyway. She would harvest the next batch and send it to Yilixiang together—another new dish!

Thinking about the acre of dry land at home, where peanuts are currently planted and will be ready to harvest in a while, Qiao Jingjing decided to plant some sweet potatoes then. The thought of eating sweet, sticky roasted sweet potatoes in winter actually made her crave them.

After leaving the space, Qiao Jingjing carried a basket on her back and planned to go up the mountain. Come to think of it, she had never been to the mountain in the space before, and she could go and take a look sometime.

We found quite a few things in the mountains before, and this time we'll go take another look. Maybe we'll find even more if we go further in.

Passing by Old Qiao's house at the west end of the village, Qiao Lanlan and Qiao Tingting were arguing again. Qiao Lanlan was so angry with her foolish third sister that she cried. It was all because last time she washed clothes, and when she went to find her in the fields, her sister was hiding from the sun to avoid getting a tan. The girl saw her and thought she was slacking off, so she held a grudge ever since. Huang Shi was also annoyed by her two daughters' bickering. A scolding didn't work, so she pulled each of their ears to stop them.

She glanced at Sanya, wondering if the child had something wrong with her head, looking so blank and unsure of who she took after.

Qiao Jingjing remained unmoved and continued walking forward; some people weren't even worthy of being laughed at. She didn't stop to look for the medicinal herbs scattered along the way, deciding to dig them up on the way back. The path up the mountain was easy at first, as many villagers had come and walked it, forming a path with little obstruction. The path deeper into the mountains became much more difficult, overgrown with thorny thickets, requiring constant clearing with a machete.

Qiao Jingjing's mindset remained unaffected; the more difficult the path, the less people came here. And if no one came, there were more good things to be found. This proved to be true.

Within minutes, a small patch of morels, porcini, and some button mushrooms had been spotted. These were all naturally delicious foods, and they were all picked clean with a small shovel.

She wanted to continue exploring, but there were too many weeds, and Qiao Jingjing was most afraid of slippery reptiles. The thought of something crawling through her trouser legs made her scalp tingle. She quickly found a full-body protective suit in her spatial storage and put it on. The temperature in the mountains was lower than outside, so it wasn't too hot. To avoid being scratched by branches, she wore the suit over her clothes.

The mountain is full of treasures. In an hour, I dug up four or five pounds of mushrooms, a ginseng root, and some astragalus, gastrodia, and polygonatum.

Qiao Jingjing looked down and searched carefully. Because of the dense vegetation, the sunlight could not get in, and some angles were dark and unclear, so she had to stare at them carefully.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted and his eyes lit up; he had almost missed that purplish-brown, stem-like object. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a Ganoderma lucidum. He carefully dug it out and placed it in his spatial storage; this could be cultivated. Based on its growth cycle, he could harvest Ganoderma lucidum from his spatial storage in a month. It seemed he needed to visit the mountains more often; he could find quite a few useful things there.

After digging up the Ganoderma lucidum, I prepared to return down the mountain the same way I came. Just as I turned to leave, I saw several green, fuzzy balls on the ground to my left.

There were chestnuts! Looking up towards the chestnuts, wow, the tree was tall and strong, its branches laden with green fruit. The fallen fruit on the ground were probably crushed due to malnutrition.

Qiao Jingjing walked over, used her machete to pry one off, and opened the thorns. The fruit inside was still too tender, somewhat shriveled, and the shell wasn't hard enough. She estimated it would take another month to ripen. It wasn't advisable to pick it now. She silently recalled the route she had taken, deciding to come back and pick it in a while.

But leaving the chestnut tree there was simply not enough. There were no chestnuts in the space; she'd only bought a few pounds of roasted ones when stockpiling supplies. Chestnut-braised chicken, sugar-roasted chestnuts, and chestnut cakes were so delicious! In winter, when it snowed, sitting around the stove to warm up, roasting chestnuts and sweet potatoes, she couldn't help but slurp them up – they smelled so good. To achieve chestnut freedom, Qiao Jingjing decided to graft the tree into the space.

She checked the encyclopedia and learned that chestnuts can be propagated by cuttings and layering, but these methods are not easy to sustain. Grafting has a much higher success rate. She selected a small tree in her online space to use as rootstock, and luckily found a grafting knife, probably a free gift with the fruit tree she bought; she hadn't noticed it at the time.

Use a grafting knife to cut the rootstock at an appropriate position, leaving a portion of the cambium. Make a cut on the cambium that is the same size and similar in shape to the cut surface of the scion, so that the cambium layers of the scion and rootstock are aligned.

Insert the scion into the incision in the rootstock, ensuring the cambium layers are aligned. If the scion is thinner than the rootstock, it can be aligned on one side and offset on the other.

Although there were no pests in the space, she still wrapped the opening tightly with plastic film to prevent moisture loss, and used cable ties to secure the plastic film so that it would not easily fall off.