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

Deputy Commander Zhao stood in the courtyard and looked around, and couldn't help but nod in approval:

"You've done a really good job tidying up this yard. Enclosing this road makes it so much brighter. If you two do something good in the future, we can reward the house next door with it too. When they're all connected, it'll be even more impressive."

Su Wanqing smiled and agreed, thinking that she would get the grape trellis set up in the front yard in the next few days. Once the grapevines were fully grown, they could sit under the trellis and eat grapes in the summer. She also thought about installing a set of stone tables and chairs on each side of the pavilion, where she could drink tea while watching her children crawl around. Just thinking about it made her feel wonderful.

Hearing the commotion outside, Uncle Ding and Ding Xiaomei's husband came out to greet them with several children.

Da Bao and Xiao Bao can no longer even carry Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan. The two pandas, growing at ten times the normal rate, are already taller than the two little ones. The two children can only pull the pandas out by each holding one of their panda paws to greet Su Wanqing. Many classmates were charmed by the pandas.

Although it was Su Wanqing who gave birth, she was actually the most relaxed one in the family—Uncle Ding and Ding Xiaomei's husband were so busy these days that they had to take care of the animals in the backyard, make furniture, and tidy up the new house.

The new house was able to be cleaned and tidy up so quickly thanks to them working hard every day.

Seeing that Su Wanqing had been discharged from the hospital and brought so many people back, with a huge pile of rewards at the door, Uncle Ding quickly told his son-in-law to prepare tea and snacks, while he warmly greeted Deputy Commander Zhao:

"Oh my, the commander himself has come! Come in and have a seat!" He glanced at the unfamiliar faces in white coats, and upon learning they were Su Wanqing's classmates, he hurriedly greeted them as well.

"Come in and sit down! You're all Wanqing's classmates. You've worked hard, have some water and something to eat."

Su Wanqing's classmates were a little embarrassed, but they still cared about their reputation—their old classmate was both the dean and a meritorious official, and had just given birth; it wouldn't be right to visit empty-handed on their first visit.

The group chipped in and collected five yuan, which they insisted on giving to Uncle Ding as a gift.

Liu Hongmei was furious, but afraid of being accused of being antisocial, she reluctantly paid the money and followed the noisy crowd into the house.

As she walked, she looked around at the spacious courtyard and the imposing building, feeling a mix of sadness and unease. She felt like she had come here to suffer, but her legs just wouldn't obey her commands, and she couldn't take a step back.

Upon entering, the spaciousness of the living room immediately takes your breath away.

In ordinary households, the so-called "main room" is at most a table with two chairs and a wooden bed next to it. It is called a living room but it is actually a bedroom.

But Su Wanqing's living room occupies half the floor, with a high ceiling, delicate plaster lines embedded in the newly painted white walls, and large glass windows that let in sunlight to shine on the smooth terrazzo floor, making the whole house bright and much more spacious than those old brick houses.

Against the wall is a large, antique-style round table with clear and fine wood grain, clearly made of high-quality old wood.

There are eight armchairs next to it, with cloud and meander patterns carved on the backs and armrests, each stroke revealing solid craftsmanship.

The tea table was a low table with a set of blue and white porcelain tea set on it. It was simple, yet it exuded an understated elegance.

When the students stood there, they felt that everything under their feet, everything they touched, and everything they saw exuded grandeur, even more impressive than the mansions of landlords from long ago.

Uncle Ding greeted us with a smile, "Please make yourselves at home! This house was just built for us by the organization a couple of days ago. I just happened to have a few extra chairs, tables, and cabinets made from old materials, nothing fancy."

He spoke modestly, but his classmates all knew its value—the wood exuded a faint camphor scent, the carving was exquisite, and paired with the bright layout of the new house, the old material with the new house looked both solid and elegant.

Ding Xiaomei's husband brought up two pots of steaming hot goat milk tea, with brown sugar and taro balls that Su Wanqing had taught him to make. He poured a large bowl in front of each of them.

Everyone picked up their bowls and took a sip. It was sweet, rich in milk flavor, and had soft, chewy taro balls inside. It was incredibly delicious.

This goat milk was originally produced by the family's ewes, and was kept as a backup in case Su Wanqing didn't have enough milk.

As a result, Su Wanqing had so much breast milk that even the three babies couldn't finish it all, and Zhou Yanshen had to help "use up" some of it in the middle of the night.

Fearing that the goat milk would spoil, Su Wanqing simply asked Ding Xiaomei to make it into milk tea, which the whole family drank every day like water.

"This milk tea is so delicious!"

"It's sweet, much better than brown sugar water!"

"This is a rare treat; it's the first time I've ever tasted it."

In this day and age, when you visit someone's home, those who are well-off might at most be served a bowl of brown sugar water. Serving guests milk tea made with goat milk like Su Wanqing's family did was an unprecedented level of hospitality.

Just now, some people thought that giving five yuan as a gift was too much, but after a bowl of hot milk tea, their reluctance disappeared, and they felt it was worth it.

A few people sat in the corner and whispered among themselves:

"I think not only is the living room big, but there are also several rooms next to it, and even a toilet and a shower room."

"This house is beautifully built. It's not an ordinary brick house; it's like the layout in a foreign movie, even more impressive than a landlord's mansion!"

"Look at these shiny floor tiles. There's no dust at all when you step on them. You might not even need to sweep the floor at home."

The students chatted amongst themselves, and the more they looked, the more they felt that Su Wanqing was living a dreamlike life. They probably would never be able to live in such a nice house in their entire lives.

Liu Hongmei sat in the corner, holding a bowl of milk tea. The more she drank, the more sour it became. She felt suffocated and didn't even want to talk.

Deputy Commander Zhao was in high spirits and pulled Uncle Ding into the courtyard to chat about the wood and carving of the furniture. The two talked enthusiastically.

Seeing that Su Wanqing finally had some free time, Lin Meihua leaned over and whispered:

"Dr. Su, I've made some progress on those two materials you asked me to inquire about before."

Su Wanqing immediately perked up her ears—the organization had already helped solve most of the problems related to the materials she needed for her space upgrade, and now only two were missing: high-purity rare earth oxides and tungsten.

These two things are currently unavailable domestically and are entirely imported.

"Is there news? What news? Can you get your hands on it?" Su Wanqing asked quickly.

Lin Meihua nodded: "It's good news. In the tungsten industry, the country has been severely hampered by bottlenecks in the past two years, and foreign countries have driven up prices significantly. The country has already established a special task force to tackle this problem."

We have abundant tungsten reserves, but we lack high-temperature sintering and purification technology, which we are currently working on trial production at an accelerated pace.

Su Wanqing felt relieved after hearing this: "Then when can it be done?"

Lin Meihua said, "The higher-ups said that a breakthrough is expected within two or three years, and we are now increasing manpower and investment to try to accelerate the process."

"puff--"

Wouldn't the daylily buds be cold by then?