My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 490 stop for a reason

Chapter 490: 490 stop for a reason

Lin Lu slapped his forehead, suddenly remembering that Tangtang had mentioned this before.

"Ah, it’s Yingzhou’s brother-in-law, Tangtang has told us about you, hello, hello!

No need to bring gifts, your presence is enough, no need to bring anything."

As long as Yingzhou’s family doesn’t give their Tangtang any trouble in the future, the Lin Family doesn’t care about the gifts.

Seeing Lin Lu’s sincere and simple smile, Su Qi’s impression of the Lin Family improved even more.

...They truly are honest people with not a hint of malice!

When Lin Qingshan heard from Zhiming that a stranger had come to look for him, he had just come out of a fellow villager’s pigsty, reeking of a complex stench.

He washed hastily and asked Lin Zhiming to wait.

To the worried villager, he said, "Uncle, your pigs are suffering from heatstroke. Did you forget to water them or cover the pen?"

If they followed his advice, the pigs wouldn’t suffer from heatstroke for no reason.

Upon hearing this, the villager looked towards the person in charge of the pigs at home, "What happened?"

The person responsible for feeding the pigs yesterday was the second son’s wife.

The woman with rough skin and a tired face turned pale and said with hindsight:

"Dad, it’s my fault, I was in a hurry to cook when I came back yesterday and forgot to water the pigs and cover the pen first; they might have gotten too much sun."

The old man couldn’t bring himself to say a heavy word after seeing his daughter-in-law’s frightened face.

He only said, "Be more careful in the future. Meals can wait, but we need to pay attention to the pigs—it’s not easy raising them to be this strong."

The family members nodded in agreement,

Especially the woman who had made the mistake. She took her father-in-law’s words to heart.

Lin Qingshan couldn’t meddle in the family’s private affairs, so after offering a solution, he bent down to pick up the anxious Zhiming, who was stomping his feet.

After bidding farewell to the villager, he hurried home.

Lin Zhiming smelled the stink of the pigsty on Lin Qingshan and frowned, muttering softly, "Uncle, you smell a bit."

He was almost smoked into squinty eyes.

Lin Qingshan was taken aback and gently flicked the little guy’s head, "Are you disgusted with me?"

Lin Zhiming pressed his face close to show in practice that he wasn’t disgusted.

"Not disgusted, it’s just that two city people have come to our house, and I’m afraid they might be."

The small body carried a big concern.

Lin Qingshan laughed, "What’s there to worry about? Country folk work hard; who doesn’t have a smell on them? I’ll just wash it off when I get back."

Lin Zhiming nodded, "Alright then."

Worried about the guests waiting at home, Lin Qingshan moved quickly and soon arrived back home.

Upon entering, he first greeted Su Qi, signaling that he needed to go wash up.

Grabbing clothes and cradling Lin Zhiming in one arm, he took the little guy to the riverbank.

During the hot days, the village men had marked out a spot on the riverbank; it was their exclusive bathhouse.

At that time, the sun was scorching, and not many people were by the river to bathe.

Lin Qingshan took Lin Zhiming for a quick wash, and they changed into clean clothes.

Not wanting to keep the guests waiting, they headed back home without dawdling.

Just as they arrived at the doorstep, they bumped into several kids who seemed to be heading out.

Lin Qingshan saw his eldest holding the football that Tangtang had bought and wearing soccer shoes.

He frowned and said, "Going to play football? In this heat, make sure not to get a heatstroke."

Lin Zhicheng ran into his father and felt incredibly guilty.

His eyes flicked to the novel and rare sight of Su Zheng, and an idea struck him.

"We’ll just play for a little while. Zhengzheng has never been to the village before and is curious about everything. As the young host, I should naturally show him around."

He expanded his outlook.

And with that, his excuse was firmly established.

Still on about being the young host, Lin Qingshan chuckled at the notion.

"Alright then, you’re the young host, you make the call. Just remember the same old rules—don’t go near the river or into the mountains, and watch out for safety."

Lin Zhicheng, having successfully cleared the hurdle, cockily arched his eyebrow.

After acknowledging his father, he took Su Zheng, his brother, and sister and darted off.

Lin Qingshan entered the house and found an empty stool to sit on.

"Sorry for keeping Comrade Su waiting." He apologized with a look of regret.

Su Qi smiled gently, "It’s nothing, after all, I was the one who came uninvited..."

After some pleasantries, they got down to business.

"You’ve previously submitted your manuscript to our newspaper, and your manuscript is quite targeted; we think it’s not bad..."

After some praise, his tone shifted.

"However, it doesn’t quite meet the publication requirements. The newspaper is thinking of printing it in the form of a pamphlet. What are your thoughts on this?"

Lin Qingshan was a 24K pure layman, completely unable to grasp what was being said.

What does this mean?!

Not meeting the publication requirements means it was rejected, right?

And what’s this about printing?

Lin Tang saw her eldest brother’s eyes go round like mosquito coils and couldn’t help explaining with a chuckle.

"Big Brother, let me give you a simple explanation."

"The books we see on the market all have ISBNs, whereas pamphlets do not carry them; they are considered ordinary printed materials..."

She briefly explained the difference between the two.

Lin Qingshan was slightly more enlightened.

He nodded, then looked at Su Qi and said sincerely, "You’re the professional in this field, so I’ll listen to you."

"I submitted the manuscript because I wanted to help more people understand pig farming knowledge.

No matter whether it is published as a book or a pamphlet, as long as it achieves this goal, I’m satisfied; I don’t care about the rest."

If even one brigade in the whole country benefited from his guide to pig farming, his efforts would not have been in vain.

Su Qi felt quite moved upon hearing this.

Lin Qingshan’s reaction was actually within his expectations.

The Lin Family truly have hearts of gold!

"Alright, then I’ll take care of it."

He then brought up the matter of the manuscript fee.

Seeing that her eldest brother could handle things himself, Lin Tang returned to her own room, picked up the soundly sleeping Qiuqiu, and headed towards the mountains.

There was no meat left at home, so she planned to try her luck in the mountains.

Avoiding the villagers, she made her way successfully to Small Blue Mountain.

The brigade’s women and children treated Small Blue Mountain like a supermarket; not to mention game, even wild herbs were nearly all scavenged, let alone any meat.

Lin Tang was used to the desolation before her eyes.

To avoid running into Guo Aimin and others, she deliberately took a longer route, using a back path toward Big Blue Mountain.

Lin Tang had a clear objective, not even bothering with the medicinal herbs along the way, focused solely on finding meat.

She set Qiuqiu down and let the now bigger Meatball follow behind her.

She took out the crossbow from the System Space that she had used before, employing her limited and rudimentary hunting knowledge in search of game.

After walking for a while, she spotted a familiar hoof print on the ground.

Traces of a wild boar lifting and placing its hoof could be used to determine its direction; if you wanted to catch a wild boar, following the deeper tracks was the surefire way.

This big fellow didn’t like to venture out during the daytime but preferred to skulk in the dense forest where no sunlight penetrated.

As Lin Tang walked, she observed the traces in the mud, dry leaves, and rubbings on tree trunks.

Upon reaching the deeper parts of the forest, she heard grunting sounds.

Qiuqiu, with a beast’s keen alertness, heard the noise from a distance and its fluffy fur suddenly bristled.

It quickened its pace, wanting to dash toward the source of the sound.

Lin Tang swiftly caught hold of it.

Realizing its sight had changed, Qiuqiu looked confused.

The momentum it had just begun to build deflated like a punctured balloon, and it immediately became listless.

"Woof..." The little meatball let out a discontented bark.

Lin Tang reached out and rubbed Qiuqiu’s fur.

The little one instantly became docile.

It seemed like a sleepy kitten being petted, squinting its eyes and appearing to enjoy it immensely.