Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Unfortunately, the upgraded fertilizer couldn't be washed, and even after the Craftsman's Bracelet was restored to its original condition, there was nothing she could do. She could only console herself that the products from her space should be fine; at worst, she could upgrade other things a few times before upgrading the food.

"Well, whether it's making pork meatballs or egg drop soup, I leave nothing out of the craftsmanship, so I probably won't leave a single bit of this poop either," Su Wanqing comforted herself.

She scooped up a shovel and brought it to Professor Wu: "Do you think this manure is usable?"

Professor Wu took it, grabbed a handful, sniffed it, and then rubbed the granules together. His eyes suddenly lit up: "This is it! This is so much better than ordinary farmyard manure. It's fertile and perfectly decomposed!" But then he sighed, "Unfortunately, the factory needs at least several thousand tons. Although this is good, it can only serve as a sample."

Upon hearing that it could be used, Su Wanqing immediately returned ten times the amount without hesitation!

In the blink of an eye, the pile of fertilizer in the space increased from a few tons to tens of tons.

She couldn't help but laugh—she never imagined that one day, animal poop could be used to get ten times the return!

"Professor Wu, my friend happens to have connections in this area. He can provide tens of tons in the short term, and then tens or hundreds of tons every month thereafter," Su Wanqing lied without batting an eye. "The price is negotiable, and the key is that he can provide a stable supply in the long term."

She was thinking: First, I'd upgrade the manure in my space tenfold, then upgrade it again for free to turn it into high-quality fertilizer, and then use the tenfold return again—that would be fertilizer with a hundredfold return. Anyway, I get two tenfold opportunities and one free upgrade every day, all freebies, so why not take advantage of them? If I could actually sell them, I'd be making money while lying down!

"Really?" Professor Wu jumped to his feet, his voice rising with excitement. "If we can really supply it long-term, then we won't have to worry about the growth of aquatic plants at all! I'll take the car back right now and report to Leader Jiang immediately, so he can come and discuss the price with you personally!"

After saying that, she rushed out without even packing her things. But at the door, she turned back, "Xiao Su, you must wait for my news!"

Su Wanqing nodded with a smile. She knew what this meant to Leader Jiang—a one-off rubber factory and a sustainable rubber factory were not the same level of achievement at all.

·

After seeing Professor Wu off, Su Wanqing went to the clinic to see patients.

There's nothing to do at the planting site right now, and the fertilizer deal has been settled, so it's a good time to relax and do some fishing.

Sitting in the consultation room, she subconsciously touched her slightly protruding belly.

Actually, there was something she had been putting off doing—checking how many babies she was pregnant with.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't dare.

She worried about what would happen if she discovered she had a third, fourth, or fifth pregnancy. If she reduced the number of fetuses, she couldn't bear to kill several children. But if she didn't reduce the number, having too many babies at once would be dangerous for her given the medical conditions of that era.

So it's been delayed until now.

But now it's been over two months, and we have to face it. If there are too many, at least we have some options while the pregnancy is still in its early stages.

Su Wanqing took a deep breath, placed her right hand on her left wrist, and focused her mind—

"Dr. Su! Dr. Su, please help me!" Aunt Wen's anxious voice suddenly rang out from outside the door, her tone trembling. "My grandson has had a high fever for two days. Yesterday it was a low-grade fever, but today it's terrifyingly hot, and he even had a seizure just now!"

Su Wanqing immediately got up to go out and greet them. Aunt Wen was holding Gu Zhixing; the child's face was flushed red, his lips were chapped, and his body was still twitching slightly. Aunt Wen's eyes were red-rimmed, and she was trembling with anxiety.

Su Wanqing took the child and quickly examined him: his temperature was extremely high, his breathing was rapid, and he was already experiencing febrile seizures. She frowned deeply: "Auntie, why didn't you bring him here sooner?"

Aunt Wen's legs went weak, and she almost knelt down, her voice trembling with tears, "I... I thought it wouldn't be convenient for the people in the cowshed to come out, and since I know a little about herbal medicine, I wanted to handle it myself... I never imagined it would be so dangerous! It's all my fault! It's all my fault for delaying the children!"

Grandpa Gu followed behind, quickly supporting his wife, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't blame yourself. You didn't know it would be this serious. Before, when Zhixing had a fever, some herbal medicine would do the trick..."

Su Wanqing had already removed the silver needles and, while disinfecting them, quickly said, "It's not a big problem, I can save her. First, reduce the fever and stop the spasms."

Her technique was skillful; after a few needle pricks, Gu Zhixing's convulsions gradually subsided, and his breathing became more steady. She then fed him a little more of the enhanced spiritual spring water, and he was completely stable.

About fifteen minutes later, the child slowly opened his eyes.

Gu Zhixing groggily opened his eyes, only to be met with an unfamiliar ceiling and the face of a young woman. He paused, then his mind was flooded with countless images—his past life flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern: the hardships of being sent to a labor camp, his extraordinary talent after returning to the city, skipping grades and being admitted to university at a young age, the glory of developing weapons for the country, and finally… the experiment failed, the laboratory exploded, and China failed to develop weapons that surpassed those of foreign countries…

But now, has he been reborn?

His gaze quickly swept around: a simple clinic, a strange woman dressed in 1970s clothing, and his grandparents beside him wearing patched clothes and with tear stains on their faces.

This was during the years they were sent down to the cowshed! Before 1978! Because in 1978 their family would be exonerated and return to the city.

Memories flooded back like a tidal wave, terrifyingly clear. He had a photographic memory since childhood, and every single event from his past life was vividly remembered.

Su Wanqing touched his forehead and said gently, "Alright, the fever has gone down a bit. He just needs to take some more fever-reducing medicine when we get back." She looked at Aunt Wen, "This child is too thin and malnourished. I have some brown sugar and malted milk powder here, which are leftovers and not against the rules. I haven't had much of an appetite lately, so you can take them back and cook them for him."

Aunt Wen thanked him profusely, her eyes welling up with tears again: "Dr. Su, you are a good person... We won't say more, but we will definitely repay you in the future..."

Su Wanqing waved her hand: "Go back quickly, the child needs to rest."

Gu Zhixing stared wide-eyed at the woman—Dr. Su? The 65th Regiment's clinic? His memory from his past life was astounding; he clearly remembered that the clinic in this regiment had never had a doctor! So there was no such thing as a Dr. Su who was this young!

Aunt Wen nudged him: "Zhixing, quickly thank Aunt Su."

Gu Zhixing stammered, "Aunt...Aunt Su?"

In his previous life, he was a top scientist in the field of aerospace and missiles, possessing a photographic memory. This person had never appeared in any records! Who is this Su Wanqing who suddenly appeared?

Aunt Wen panicked: "Did the fever make you stupid? You don't even recognize people?"

Su Wanqing smiled and said, "The child is still weak. Go back quickly and drink more porridge to nourish him."

·

When Gu Zhixing was carried back to the "cowshed" by his grandfather, he was completely dumbfounded.

The cowshed in his memory was dilapidated and drafty, freezing cold in winter. It was here in his past life that he developed a chronic illness, suffering from incessant coughing and wheezing every winter.