AYLS -Chapter 165

Lin Qiao was extremely meticulous in her work.

Every day, she wrote down her observation notes as future experience for raising pigs.

She also wasn’t the same as before—whatever she did now, she threw herself into it completely.

Seeing how much the seniors of this era valued and longed for knowledge of the future, she regretted not cherishing her opportunities in the past, not learning more so she could bring that knowledge here.

Fortunately, she had Fat Cat as her golden finger to make up for that regret.

So now she valued learning even more. No matter what era the knowledge came from, she was determined to study it. Only by filling her own mind would she have no regrets.

After observing for half a month, Lin Qiao discovered that her pig was truly growing well.

She secretly went to ask Su Weizhen, asking her how the pig she raised compared with the high-quality breeds Su Weizhen knew of.

“There is a gap,” Su Weizhen said, “but it’s still much better than ordinary pigs.”

Hearing there was still a difference, Lin Qiao couldn’t help sighing—golden fingers really weren’t something ordinary human effort could compete with.

Well… except Fat Cat.

She said regretfully, “If only we could produce feed.”

Since both of them had transmigrated, they naturally understood the benefits of commercial feed.

Even though future people said that pigs raised on feed didn’t taste good, at this time, being able to eat meat at all was already great—who cared about taste?

But making feed now wasn’t realistic. There were no machines, and they lacked raw materials.

Su Weizhen patted her stomach. “A fat person isn’t made in one bite. We’ll take it slowly. Maybe we’ll have the chance in the future. Besides, the mixture you’re feeding them now is already very good. Once it spreads, each pig can grow at least a few dozen extra jin of meat. That’s a huge improvement.” Then she lowered her voice, “Once we switch to better breeds later, the results won’t be too far off from feed-fed pigs.”

Lin Qiao felt a bit better. Having Zhenzhen—the female lead—as a friend was really wonderful.

“In the future, we’ll raise big fat pigs together.”

Su Weizhen laughed. “Alright.”

She was very curious now—what kind of family could raise a rich young lady like Xiao Qiao? Her impression of wealthy families had completely changed.

She felt that Xiao Qiao must have come from a very happy family.

She couldn’t help asking, “Xiao Qiao, do you miss home?”

Xiao Qiao was watching the piglets. Hearing this, she replied, “Huh? Aren’t I at home right now?”

“No, I mean your old home.”

Lin Qiao froze.

Did she?

Actually… she did still miss it. Even though her father had a secret illegitimate child—that was painful and heartbreaking. But it was still the place she had lived for decades, filled with many beautiful memories.

And her father… she actually wanted to ask him why he had an illegitimate child. But whenever she thought of going back—facing the father who betrayed her—and losing Gu Huayuan, Zhenzhen, Ermie, all her family and friends in this world… the thought felt unbearable.

And besides, she had a dream to fulfill here, and she had promised to deliver materials to the seniors…

Lin Qiao realized she had more and more attachments here.

Since Su Weizhen didn’t know that Lin Qiao could go back, she saw Lin Qiao looking a little sad and said, “Xiao Qiao, this place is also your home. From now on, we’re all your family.”

Her own past life wasn’t happy—her parents had divorced and built new families.

She had always been the extra one. So she never thought of going back.

Lin Qiao felt embarrassed to say that she could return in the future, so she nodded in confusion.

After Su Weizhen left, Lin Qiao couldn’t stop thinking: go back? Not go back? Go back? Not go back? She was terribly conflicted.

Fat Cat finally couldn’t stand it. “What are you thinking so much for? As if you could go back just because you want to. Look at your progress bar.”

Lin Qiao: “…”

That was true. Whether she wanted to or not didn’t matter. If she didn’t complete the mission, she couldn’t return even if she wished to.

Thinking of it that way, Lin Qiao stopped torturing herself. She focused on raising pigs.

She had a big heart—after enough time passed, she tossed the matter aside.

Gu Huayuan had been gone for half a month. Lin Qiao was quite worried something might have happened, but fortunately, when he returned he was fine—just thinner, and his clothes had holes in them.

Fat Cat was excited. “He’s finally back! Hurry up and make him tell a story.”

Lin Qiao immediately blocked him out. Did he not know how to care about people at all?

He had just come back, clearly exhausted. And Fat Cat still wouldn’t let him rest? Really too much.

Gu Huayuan truly did look tired—stubbly beard, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Lin Qiao had no idea what he had been busy with during the past half month. Because of confidentiality, she never asked.

Once Gu Huayuan returned, he rested and slept for most of the day before he finally recovered some energy.

When he was fully rested, Lin Qiao led him to see her precious treasure.

“It’s not just a signature—there’s also a poem!”

Lin Qiao was bursting with pride.

Gu Huayuan carefully studied it, then put it away gently. “Should this become our family heirloom in the future?”

Lin Qiao nodded instinctively, then sighed. “It’s just a pity that we can’t take it out. Otherwise, I’d have it framed and hung on the wall.”

If she hung it up, wouldn’t that directly expose who was backing her?

Gu Huayuan comforted her with a smile. “Since it’s a treasure, of course it’s meant to be hidden away. The more mysterious, the more precious.”

Lin Qiao felt sweet inside. She put the treasure away, planning to lock it in a safe and keep it there for a few decades.

She then asked Gu Huayuan whether they should contact Uncle Lin’s side.

Since Gu Huayuan had been away, she hadn’t dared to contact Uncle Lin for fear of slipping up.

Gu Huayuan asked, “They haven’t sent any messages back?”

“No.” Lin Qiao shook her head.

“Then let’s leave it as is for now.” He believed the more they contacted each other, the greater the risk of exposure. So minimizing contact was safest. Their mission was only to deliver certain things to the other side anyway.

That night, Fat Cat was still blocked.

It wasn’t until the next evening that Lin Qiao began to “pay back her debt” to him.

This time, the story’s protagonist was Uncle Lin’s wife—also a worker on the hidden front.

It was about a newlywed couple who, for the sake of the revolutionary cause, separated less than three days after getting married.

The ending was tragic.

And admirable.

The great martyr was betrayed by a traitor. In order not to implicate the comrades who attempted to rescue her, she perished together with the enemy.

Lin Qiao’s tears poured down, dripping onto her notebook.

It was the notebook she had started as soon as she began listening to revolutionary stories.

She planned to organize these stories into a collection someday. If she could publish it, even better. She wanted more people to know about these heroes—their sacrifices and contributions.

Every page of the notebook bore her tears.

Fat Cat kept scolding her from the space, calling her an idiot over and over.

Lin Qiao heard it, and angrily wiped her tears. She didn’t want to waste even a sliver of energy on him.

Gu Huayuan gently rubbed her eyes. “Let’s stop here for today. Sleep early.”

“I can’t sleep. Uncle Lin and his wife were too pitiful.” Lin Qiao sniffed. “I’ll check on him. I haven’t seen how he’s doing in a while.”

She lay down, entered the space, and told Fat Cat to play the video.

In the video, Uncle Lin had already finished his report. After returning to his room, he wore a deeply troubled expression.

He picked up his pen, wrote a few words, placed the paper inside a book, then quickly took it out and tore it into pieces.

Curious, Lin Qiao asked, “What did he write?”

“I wasn’t paying attention.” Fat Cat shrugged. Under Lin Qiao’s glare, it reluctantly added, “Looked like it was something about history.”

Lin Qiao couldn’t figure out what Uncle Lin wrote, but it was clear he was in a bad mood—deeply burdened, worried about something.

“Did something happen to him? Why does he look so unhappy?”

“How would I know?” Fat Cat was in a terrible mood too. The story had been about Uncle Lin, and now seeing him again, it was like looking at an idiot. It had zero patience left.

Lin Qiao said, “Fine, don’t tell me. I’ll ask Gu Huayuan later.”

Gu Huayuan would definitely know.

Uncle Lin soon turned off the lights. Since Lin Qiao couldn’t keep spying, she exited at once.

She was about to discuss Uncle Lin’s situation with Gu Huayuan when she saw that he had already fallen asleep.

Even in sleep, his tired brows had not fully relaxed.

Forget it. Let him rest.

The next morning, when Lin Qiao woke up, Gu Huayuan had already gone out for training.

That was how the military was—task or no task, even on leave, training was mandatory every day.

Gu Huayuan had never missed a single day all year. Lin Qiao thought the most relaxed he had ever been was probably when he had been hospitalized thanks to Fat Cat.

When she went outside, the pigsty had already been cleaned.

Clearly, he had woken up much earlier than she did.

Lin Qiao yawned. She couldn’t keep sleeping in like this.

She quickly made breakfast and pig feed. Just as she finished feeding the pigs, Gu Huayuan returned dripping with sweat. Seeing breakfast ready, he immediately grabbed bowls and chopsticks.

As they ate, Lin Qiao told him what she had seen last night.

“What do you think Uncle Lin is worried about?”

Gu Huayuan paused. “Will something big happen this year… or maybe next year?”

Lin Qiao: “…My history isn’t that good.”

He knew the things she remembered were all plot-related and not actual history.

“Does that bug know?”

“I am not a bug!” Fat Cat roared.

Lin Qiao didn’t care about his feelings. “Do you know or not?”

“I don’t. And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. Didn’t you say history questions should be asked to Su Weizhen? Now you’re begging me?”

Fat Cat sounded smug.

Lin Qiao repeated his words verbatim to Gu Huayuan.

Gu Huayuan nodded. “Fair enough. I’ll go ask Old Xu’s wife. You should rest these next few days—your eyes are all swollen. Don’t keep listening to stories nonstop.”

Fat Cat: “…”

Lin Qiao was someone with backbone. Since that fat cat was acting all smug, she didn’t feel like giving it another chance. She simply didn’t ask anymore—leaving Fat Cat, who had been eager to explain, with no way to back down gracefully.

Fat Cat: “…”

Lin Qiao said, “I’ll ask Zhenzhen later.”

She actually knew a little, but in her memory… it didn’t seem related to the year 1965.

Fine, she wasn’t very clear on the exact time either—just that it happened sometime between the 60s and 70s.

After finishing the meal and heading to work, Lin Qiao secretly pulled Su Weizhen aside to ask.

Su Weizhen held her belly with one hand and frowned. “This year… isn’t it just… You don’t know?”

Lin Qiao said awkwardly, “I didn’t really pay attention in class before.” Most importantly, Fat Cat had once said that this game world was adapted from a novel. And because of certain reasons, the author had altered some historical events. Even if she had studied real history, it wouldn’t help her here.

Su Weizhen: “…” Looking at how diligently Xiao Qiao studies now, you’d never be able to tell.

She wanted to laugh, but when she thought about that matter, she couldn’t laugh at all.

“That’s the thing. Actually, I’ve been wanting to tell you all. I thought you already knew, so I didn’t say anything.” She assumed that since Xiao Qiao came from the future, she would understand how history unfolded. With the Gu family’s status, they should know how to avoid the problem if they were warned.

Thankfully Xiao Qiao asked today. Otherwise, if she kept quiet and Xiao Qiao remained unaware, something huge would definitely happen.

“This matter—I need to talk to you, and especially to Gu Huayuan, very carefully.”