Seeing everyone’s curious gazes on him, the brigade leader raised his hand.
The surrounding chatter instantly died down.
"I know you’re all curious where these things came from," the brigade leader announced. "I’ll tell you now—they were developed by Gu Zhiqing."
"For the past few days, Gu Zhiqing has been at home figuring out the water pump and this corn machine. She developed them both, and we all owe her our thanks."
’So it was Gu Jiaojiao who made them.’
Upon hearing this news, many people immediately started singing her praises.
"I’ve been saying Gu Zhiqing is our lucky star! Just look—now she’s gone and invented all these things. She’s truly incredible."
"She’s remarkable. Who knows how she learned to do it, figuring out things like this."
In the crowd, Aunt Leng and the others who had been planning to stir up trouble were struck dumb by the brigade leader’s words.
’If Gu Jiaojiao made all these things, what trouble could they possibly cause? Even if they did, no one would side with them.’
’Maybe they should just forget it.’
The women exchanged glances and muttered to each other. Before they could say anything more, they saw Gu Jiaojiao walking down the mountain with a woven basket on her back.
It was filled with wild grasses.
To others, they were just weeds. To Gu Jiaojiao, they were medicinal herbs.
As she came down, her gaze fell upon Aunt Leng.
Aunt Leng silently looked away.
’Forget it. Better not cause any trouble.’
Gu Jiaojiao’s lips curled into a smirk. Her gaze shifted to Li Hongmei. Li Hongmei quickly looked away, her eyes darting to the ground. Finding nothing of interest there, she looked up at the sky.


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