Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life-Chapter 407 - 404: Time to Harvest

Lin Wanwan heard that Han Qingxue’s boyfriend had his phone turned off, her first impression was that he was escaping responsibility. But Han Qingxue’s initial thought was that her boyfriend might have had an accident—it was obvious she hadn’t thought about him being irresponsible.

For a man who has just graduated two years ago, with little savings, hearing words like surgery fees, hospital bills, and ectopic pregnancy probably scared him senseless.

In this regard, Han Qingxue’s boyfriend is even less reliable than Gu Jingyu’s husband.

When Gu Jingyu unexpectedly got pregnant at school and couldn’t gather enough money for an abortion, it was her boyfriend who endured a thorough scolding from his mother to secure money for the surgery, hospital fees, and nutrition fees.

It wasn’t until long after the incident that Gu Jingyu confided to Lin Wanwan.

Unable to reach her boyfriend by phone, Han Qingxue had to give up. Just at that moment, her mother got off the plane and called.

Looking at the caller ID, Han Qingxue didn’t dare to answer the phone, pitifully looking at Lin Wanwan, "Boss, could you answer this call and say I’m still asleep?"

Lin Wanwan shook her head with a wry smile, realizing Han Qingxue was finally scared, but still took the phone and answered the call for her.

After finishing the call, Lin Wanwan handed the phone back to Han Qingxue and said, "You can hide from the monk but not the temple; your mom is already on her way to the hospital in a taxi." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Ah~" Han Qingxue pulled the quilt over herself, "I’ll pretend to sleep quickly."

When Han Qingxue’s mom arrived at the hospital, Lin Wanwan exchanged some information with her. Upon learning that Lin Wanwan had covered the hospital and surgery fees, she immediately offered to transfer money back. Lin Wanwan naturally accepted.

Family wealth and road riches, Han’s mom had brought enough money on the trip.

This time Han’s mom came to see her daughter, not only to take care of her but also hoping to bring her back to their home in Northeast, so that they can look after her as a couple.

Now that Han Qingxue’s mother was here, Lin Wanwan naturally took her leave.

As for the matter with Han Qingxue’s boyfriend, that’s her private affair. Despite having many inner thoughts, Lin Wanwan would never voice her opinions.

When it comes to emotions, as with drinking water, one knows its warmth or coldness—outsiders are best to keep silent.

Lin Wanwan believed herself not to be a relationship expert.

Back at the company, Lin Wanwan told Gu Jingyu and Pan Junqi about Han Qingxue getting sick and hospitalized, and lately, the design work needed them to find external advertising companies to help.

Both casually asked what happened to her, and Lin Wanwan brushed it aside vaguely. They didn’t probe further since it wasn’t their business.

Su Yanwei had checked in at the company yesterday and recognized the place, but today he didn’t come there; instead, he directly handled the shop decorations.

As for the salespeople, they were trained by the senior sales staff.

Lin Wanwan stayed at the company until nearly the end of the workday, then went home.

She was indeed diligent; even as someone who can profit with time travel like picking money, she still worked a full day!

The people of Qatar did not have her dedication.

The flooring was done on the upper floor of the small villa, now only furniture movement, soft furnishings, and home appliances were left.

Lin Wanwan wasn’t in a rush, continuing to stay in the ground-floor guest room and letting the second floor ventilate to dissipate the smell.

She tidied up in the first-floor bathroom, then closed the door and entered the room, opened the Space-Time Gate, and traveled back to the Great Tang.

By then, almost thirty hours had passed in the modern world, but only seven and a half hours in the Great Tang; now, it was late into the night.

Lin Wanwan had only slept for a little over four hours in the modern world and was naturally tired. Sensing the all-consuming silence of the night, she was immediately overcome by sleepiness and fell asleep as soon as she lay down.

The next day, Lin Wanwan indulged in her laziness.

Little Qingyu was taken downstairs by Yun Shang for washing up and eating, and sent to school, while Lin Wanwan continued sleeping soundly, even skipping breakfast.

No academic worries, no work pressure, no elders requiring morning and evening greetings—in the slow-paced life of the Great Tang, Lin Wanwan thrived, feeling exceptionally jovial.

It was only when the sun was well up that Lin Wanwan felt fully rested and stretched leisurely before getting out of bed.

The household’s pretty maids busily carried warm water, combed her hair, made snacks, and bustled around joyously.

In her daily life at home, Lin Wanwan deigned neither to wear makeup nor dress up, donning her summer attire and heading downstairs with a fresh face.

"Madam, Lady Wang and Xiao Mingfu both sent notes first thing this morning. Should I fetch them?" Yun Shang said to Lin Wanwan while tidying up the dining table.

"Oh, fetch them for me. I want to see what’s written."

"Alright."

The first note was from Xiao Chong, without idle chatter, only advising that after observing celestial signs, Mao County would be attacked by a typhoon in five to six days, urging Lin Wanwan to remind her clan to prepare for the wind’s assault.

"Is it typhoon season again?" Lin Wanwan put down the note and looked at the blue sky outside, seeing no signs.

But she knew Xiao Chong wasn’t one to speak frivolously; this fellow was well-versed in astronomy and geography. When it came to weather forecasting, apart from not being able to accurately determine temperatures, the rest was quite spot-on.

"Hong Yan, go tell Clan Leader Uncle that Xiao Mingfu observed celestial signs; a typhoon will hit in six days. Have them anchor the boats in the sheltered harbor; don’t venture out to sea these days. I’m sure the sea is already tumultuous."

"Understood!"

"Also, remind everyone to reinforce their houses against the storm."

"Understood."

After giving her orders, Lin Wanwan proceeded to unfold Lady Wang’s letter, which was also about fans.

She nearly forgot about this matter; after spending a whole day and night in the modern world, her mind was somewhat fuzzy upon returning to the Great Tang. She almost couldn’t recall eventide thoughts from the previous night.

"Today, I need to find Third Uncle to talk about the fans."

Third Uncle certainly doesn’t have much wood stock, so Lin Wanwan had already decided to provide the wood and blueprints herself while paying Third Uncle for the fan carpentry. As for the profit margin from sales, naturally, Lin Wanwan would keep that.

If Third Uncle had the gumption to stock wood and sell fans himself, Lin Wanwan would merely be pleased about his enlightenment and wouldn’t pursue it. But she knew Third Uncle would absolutely not do it.

If he had ambitions to develop as a craftsman, he would have done so long ago. He wouldn’t be one of the lower-income households in Lin Family Manor, despite his decent skills.

Over here, with news of the impending typhoon, the Lin Clan Leader not only informed the clan to reinforce their houses but also dispatched young men to anchor boats in the sheltered harbor and sent out people to inform the nearby Lu Family Manor and Dafeng Village.

September is also a busy season for farmers; for them, harvesting crops is more urgent than reinforcing houses.

Before the typhoon arrives, rice, sweet potatoes, corn, and cotton all need to be harvested.

The first three are grown sparsely in Lin Family Manor due to limited fields, while the latter, cotton, is planted in land rotated with Lu Family Manor, and harvesting is done together by both.

Each family harvests their own rice and sweet potatoes; only cotton is stored in the school’s warehouse.

The people of Lu Family Manor have no objections, as they can’t provide a large enough warehouse for storing cotton.

These cottons still need drying, but time is tight; for now, they’re too busy with harvesting.