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

After Deputy Commander Zhao finished speaking, he and his group left with smiles on their faces. Lin Meihua waved and said, "See you tomorrow!"

After everyone had left, Su Wanqing's classmates also said their goodbyes.

The oblivious Huang Fang casually patted Su Wanqing on the shoulder and called her "old classmate," while some of the more outgoing ones had already changed their address, smoothly calling her "Dean Su."

"Dean Su, we'll take our leave now. We need to go back and organize the doctor's medical records. We'll be troubling you a lot in the future."

Su Wanqing smiled and nodded, not lingering any longer.

Liu Hongmei, on the other hand, followed behind the crowd with a dark face. Along the way, her classmates kept marveling at Su Wanqing's medical skills, her big house, and her handsome husband who was her teacher. Their tone was full of genuine envy.

Liu Hongmei finally couldn't hold back any longer and said sourly:

"Don't you find it strange? You all know what Su Wanqing was like before. Huang Fang, she sat right behind you, she always failed her exams, she was so stupid she couldn't learn anything. If it weren't for the spot her mother saved, she wouldn't have gotten into medical school at all. In just a few years, she's like a completely different person—I suspect she's not Su Wanqing at all!"

"Shut up!"

"Be careful what you say!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Several people spoke almost simultaneously, with Huang Fang glaring at her directly: "How could someone as capable as Dean Su have any problems? This is the new China; we can't tolerate those feudal and superstitious things."

"Liu Hongmei, I think you're just jealous. She performed surgery on the teacher today, gave up her hospital room for him, and even offered to treat Chen Ling. What a good person she is! How can you say such things about her?"

"Exactly. I've long forgotten how well Su Wanqing did in school before. Even if she wasn't a good student back then, she must have worked incredibly hard to achieve what she has today. You can't stop others from improving just because you didn't try, can you?"

Liu Hongmei stomped her foot, never expecting that her few words of stirring up trouble would actually lead to her being surrounded and silenced by her classmates.

She opened her mouth, but only managed to squeeze out, "Su Wanqing is definitely up to something..."

·

The house is finally quiet.

Su Wanqing's family will stay in the old house for the time being, and will move in once they have all the new furniture. Anyway, it's right next door, so it's convenient to come and go.

Although the concept of postpartum confinement existed in this era, Su Wanqing always made her own decisions, and her mother-in-law couldn't control her. Only Ding Xiaomei would occasionally nag, "Wanqing, you haven't finished your postpartum confinement yet. Go and rest, don't do anything, or you'll develop health problems when you're old."

Since she had to listen to the workers, Su Wanqing obediently did nothing.

Su Wanqing's main task every day was to lift her clothes to breastfeed, counting the babies one, two, three, watching their adorable expressions as they suckled, and occasionally reaching out to tease them.

She doesn't have to lift a finger when it comes to eating, drinking, or using the toilet; she only plays with the kids when she's bored.

Over the course of her life, she found that having and raising children was quite interesting, and being a mother seemed like a lot of fun.

She was lying comfortably on the kang (a heated brick bed) at that moment. Zhou Yan, afraid that the children would disturb her, took all three of them to the outer room.

She finally had time to check the messages on her social media—it had been flashing all day, accumulating quite a bit of information.

[You saved someone who was about to die, gaining 100 merit points.]

[You saved a person who was on the verge of death, gaining 800 merit points. This person was a senior materials expert in the nuclear industry, who had participated in the national tungsten-molybdenum alloy research project. They were on the verge of death due to a sudden heart attack but were successfully saved. For saving this person, you receive an additional reward: a complete set of directional solidification and purification technology for tungsten-rhenium alloys.]

You have received an extra reward: Premium Lychee Seeds.

Su Wanqing almost jumped off the kang!

Just when she was about to fall asleep, someone delivered a pillow to her. She was worried about where to get high-purity tungsten, and the space directly sent her the complete set of purification technology.

Of the two people I saved during surgery today, one was an expert in tungsten materials. No wonder he received so many merit points; he's a heavyweight.

She was planning to hand over the technology to Lin Meihua tomorrow.

However, she quickly calmed down—technology alone is not enough. The directional solidification and purification of tungsten requires a complete set of supporting equipment: a high-temperature vacuum sintering furnace, a plasma atomization device, and so on.

These devices are either not manufactured domestically or their performance is inadequate, so they are all imported, but imports are subject to embargoes.

Fortunately, the technical manuals for space awards usually include detailed parameters of equipment and processes. If a domestic alternative can be found, the technology can be implemented first.

Su Wanqing put the reward directly into her spatial storage, planning to discuss it with Lin Meihua in detail tomorrow.

She continued reading, and the reward of lychee seeds filled her with joy.

After the space was upgraded before the New Year, she planted seven or eight kinds of fruit. Now, except for those few cherry trees that will take three to five years to bear fruit, the other fruits are ready to eat thanks to the tenfold increase in flow rate.

Without saying a word, she first put the lychee seeds into the Craftsman's Grid for a free upgrade, and then used the tenfold return—the lychees grown this way will probably grow into lychee kings, right? Tsk tsk, fist-sized lychees, they'll taste so good!

After planting the lychees, Su Wanqing began to inspect her own little world.

In the planting space, ripe fruits hung heavily on the branches. She deftly picked watermelons, apples, pears, oranges, and strawberries one by one and neatly arranged them in the space's compartments—so that the next batch of fruit could continue to grow.

She also harvested the ripe vegetables and fruits to avoid delaying the next harvest. After picking them, she made herself a colorful fruit platter with red watermelons, yellow pears, and orange tangerines, all neatly cut up, which was a delightful sight.

After tidying up, she looked at the empty planting space and began to worry again—the plants were ripening too quickly, and now that the space had been upgraded and a large area had been expanded, it was just sitting empty anyway.

"I need to find some Chinese medicinal herbs to plant in the next few days. Ginseng, Polygonum multiflorum, snow lotus and other precious medicinal materials are all good. It's not a loss to leave them here. When we dig them up in a few months, they will be all good stuff."

While munching on a watermelon, she thought to herself that fresh ginseng was easy to find, but other plants that could be cultivated were much rarer. She decided to look for whatever she could find and ask the organization for help. If the organization found her one ginseng, she would return a hundred to the organization.

No one loses out.

If she were to search on her own, it would take her forever.

After inspecting the planting area, she strolled over to the aquatic breeding area.

The abalone, oysters, and crayfish were all cooked. Although the salmon and king crab weren't very big, they were enough to satisfy our cravings.

Su Wanqing's eyes lit up. Without saying a word, she grabbed a salmon and a king crab and deftly butchered the fish, slicing the flesh into thin slices. The pink and white marbling gleamed with oil under the light.

No need for wasabi, just pick up a slice and put it in your mouth—the creamy texture melts on your tongue, and the rich oil bursts in your mouth.

"It smells so good!"

Then pry open the king crab's legs...