The Overlord Flower's Guide to Intercepting a Woman's Wife's Death and the Male Lead&

Day 14.

Su Xingmian squatted at the edge of the field, pinched the edge of the straw with her fingers, and lifted it up.

green.

Vast expanses of green.

The spinach seedlings stood upright, their leaves a deep, full color. The first batch to emerge from the soil had already unfurled their first true leaves, the serrated edges of which shimmered with a layer of moisture in the morning light.

The sand onion grows the most aggressively, reaching two inches in height, with three or four shoots sprouting from its roots. Clumps of them grow in the worst corners, yet they are stronger than any other species.

The cilantro was shorter, densely packed together, and its aroma filled the nose even before the hand touched it.

Su Xingmian carefully removed the straw piece by piece, then placed her palms on the ground.

The demonic power probed downwards.

The root system responded quickly and clearly; the spinach roots had penetrated the saline layer and sunk into the water layer, with the deepest one exceeding 1.2 meters.

The root of a common spinach variety is limited to 30 centimeters.

She withdrew her demonic power, clapped her hands, and curled the corners of her mouth into a smile.

"He's alive! He's alive! He's alive!"

Zhang Cuihua's voice boomed from the alley entrance; she arrived before she did.

Su Xingmian turned around and saw Zhang Cuihua running towards him, one hand holding up her trouser leg and the other hand supporting herself against the corner of the wall, followed by Li Xiuying rubbing her eyes and Zhao Hongmei, who hadn't even taken off her apron.

Zhang Cuihua rushed to the edge of the field, braced herself with both hands, leaned down to look for three seconds, then slapped her thigh, raising her voice two octaves.

"My goodness, it's all green, absolutely green! All the seedlings have survived!"

Li Xiuying squatted down in another plot of land, reaching out to touch the leaves, her fingertips hovering in mid-air, afraid to exert any force.

"These spinach leaves are thicker than I've ever seen."

She carefully pinched the edge of the leaf, then pulled her hand back and looked at her fingertips; a little bit of green juice had gotten on them.

"It's alive, it's really alive."

The three of them walked around the seedbed twice, squatting down, standing up, and squatting down again, as if they wanted to count every single seedling.

Zhang Cuihua suddenly stood up straight, patted the dirt off her hands, and glanced at the alley to the west.

"Sister Zhao, you're quick on your feet, go and call Ma Chunlan."

Zhao Hongmei was taken aback.

Zhang Cuihua grinned and put her hands on her hips.

"Today is the fourteenth day; she should come to check on us."

Zhao Hongmei stuffed the radish in her hand into her apron pocket, turned around, and jogged away.

Li Xiuying and Zhang Cuihua exchanged a glance, then simultaneously glanced at the layer of white salt frost on the ground.

Everyone is thinking the same thing.

No one spoke first.

Su Xingmian sat on the edge of the field, her hands on her knees, watching her sisters-in-law make a fuss without saying a word.

Four or five minutes later, Zhao Hongmei led Ma Chunlan over.

Ma Chunlan walked slowly, her hands tucked into her sleeves, her face expressionless.

I approached but didn't say anything. I walked around to the front of the first row of seedlings and stopped.

There was a full ten seconds of silence.

Ma Chunlan bent down, pinched the root of the largest spinach seedling with two fingers, and pulled it out cleanly.

Zhang Cuihua exclaimed "Hey!" and was about to stop her when Li Xiuying grabbed her arm.

Ma Chunlan held the seedling up to her eyes.

The roots are dense and solid, with seven or eight main roots and dozens of fine roots, without a trace of brown burn.

I pinched the stem with my thumb, leaving a water mark.

Turn it over and look at the root tip; the finest hair roots have particles of deep sand on them.

With ten years of farming experience, she can tell the quality of a seedling just by looking at its roots.

The roots of this spinach plant are deeper than the winter-stored cabbages in her own vegetable garden.

Ma Chunlan put the seedling back into the bed and patted the soil off her hands.

His face flushed red and then turned pale, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Zhang Cuihua couldn't wait any longer.

She put her hands on her hips, glanced down at the white salt frost on the ground, and then looked at Ma Chunlan.

"Ma Chunlan".

Ma Chunlan's lips twitched.

Zhang Cuihua didn't say anything, she just smiled.

The military wives who arrived one after another on the ridge did not say a word, but everyone's eyes kept shifting between the ground and Ma Chunlan.

Ma Chunlan gritted her teeth.

She bent down, almost crawling on the ground.

Su Xingmian stood up from the edge of the field, took two steps over, and grabbed her wrist.

"Sister Ma."

Ma Chunlan looked up at her.

"Salt and alkali can hurt your tongue. Could you help me thin out the spinach seedlings in this patch?"

Su Xingmian pointed to the strongest spinach in the patch on her left.

"Your technique is more precise than mine."

No one spoke.

Ma Chunlan took a deep sniff, shook off her hand, turned around and squatted down in the spinach patch.

Pinch an extra seedling with your fingers, quickly pull it out, and throw it aside.

Pull out one more, then another.

The movements were swift and ruthless, without even raising his head.

When I looked down, my sleeve brushed against my face.

Su Xingmian had already gone to another plot of land, squatted down to check the density of the coriander seedlings, and tugged at the leaves.

The military wives who were watching from the edge of the field watched from beginning to end, and none of them mentioned the phrase "licking salt and alkali" again.

After Ma Chunlan finished shredding three rows of spinach, her fingers were full of green juice.

He stood up, dusted off his trousers, and walked over to Su Xingmian.

"Comrade Su, will you teach me your method for soaking seeds?"

Su Xingmian's eyes crinkled into a smile.

"Teach me. Once all the data for this land is available, could Sister Ma help me record the yield?"

Ma Chunlan had been stubborn her whole life, but now she managed to squeeze out just two words.

"Alright."

After saying that, he turned and left, his back straight, and he wiped his face as he turned the corner.

Zhang Cuihua leaned closer, her voice extremely low.

"Girl, why don't you let her lick it! It would be so satisfying!"

Su Xingmian handed her a spinach seedling that had been thinned out.

"She'll be more useful to me than licking salt and alkali in the future."

Zhang Cuihua opened her mouth slightly, then closed it.

Two seconds later, he gave a thumbs up.

"You're even more ruthless than your family's political commissar."

Su Xingmian smiled but didn't reply, instead tapping her palm on the ground.

A warm sensation surged up through the meridians, continuous and gentle; this is a sign of good fortune.

She paused for a moment, then realized what was going on.

If this land is expanded in the future, vegetables can be grown throughout the entire residential compound or even a larger area, and then it won't just be a matter of a few spinach plants.

This piece of land is the cause, and the oasis behind it is the effect.

She wants to turn this Gobi Desert into an oasis and accumulate a great deal of merit.

……

evening.

Zhou Bingheng returned earlier than usual.

When Su Xingmian peeked out from the kitchen, she saw his military jacket draped over his arm and his shoes covered in the unique mud of the saline-alkali land.

She ran over and looked up.

"How long did you watch?"

Zhou Bingheng looked at her.

"You did it."

Su Xingmian smiled, her eyes crinkling, and tiptoed to rub her chin against his.

"Should we withdraw the safety net list for 30% of vegetable purchases?"

Zhou Bingheng put his arm around her waist and paused for a moment.

"When did you find out?"

"I just know that nothing can be hidden from me."

Its tone was soft and gentle, but its tail held a hint of smugness.

Zhou Bingheng did not respond.

Su Xingmian raised her hand and tugged at his sleeve.

"Thank you, brother, but you don't need to leave me a way out in the future."

She tilted her head back, her eyes crinkling, and her smile held an irresistible charm.

"What I plant, that's what will grow."

Two seconds later, a burning hot hand pressed down on the back of my head, and I was pulled into an embrace.

"Dinner is ready, come in and eat."

Su Xingmian chuckled softly against his chest.

*

the same day.

Pingxi Village, Mingshui County, in the south.

Song Qingqing changed into a gray jacket, her hair tied low with a black rubber band, and carrying half a bag of oranges, she knocked on the gate of the Su family's next-door neighbor's yard.