I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 128: Your Daughter Has This Skill

At this point, Han Xianglan paused, then softly asked, "But you’ve given me so much, do you have enough to spend yourself?"

"Yes, I do. My laboratory only has to pay some management fees annually; otherwise, it’s all about self-sufficiency. Transporting these seeds to Xichuan, I make at least hundreds of yuan."

Han Xianglan replied, "Look at you, so capable. In the past, I would never have dared to let you do this."

Now it’s the eighties, and the reform and opening in the Southern parts are in full swing. Soon, the spring breeze of reform will sweep across all of Huaxia Land, and by then, doing business will be completely justified.

Something came to Han Xianglan’s mind, and she seriously reminded, "Qingyu, the reason everything you do goes so smoothly is because you have the support of Tenghai Research Base behind you. Therefore, no matter what, don’t do anything to dishonor Tenghai Research Base."

Qiao Qingyu laughed. For some reason, at that moment, a sense of intimacy spontaneously emerged. She affectionately grabbed Han Xianglan’s arm and said coyly, "Mom, I thought you hated He Xiuyu to the bone."

"Why would I hate him? He hasn’t done anything wrong to me. Speaking of which, try to avoid contact with your mother-in-law in Beijing if it’s not necessary." frёeωebɳovel.com

"Alright, I understand. Besides, I’m quite busy now. Even if I go to Beijing, I won’t visit his family."

Han Xianglan opened her wallet, 600 yuan, all in ten yuan notes, packed full.

She took out 300 yuan and handed the rest to Qiao Qingyu.

In the countryside, 300 yuan was enough for an average household to spend for three years.

"Keep the rest safe. Being in a foreign land, there are always many inconveniences. Mom is far away and can’t always help you timely. So, having some extra money on hand is never a bad thing."

Qiao Qingyu didn’t act pretentiously and accepted the money smilingly. "Mom, this time I go back to Xichuan, you don’t have to worry about me."

Han Xianglan gave her a glare, "Who’s going to worry about you? Why should I? We haven’t contacted each other at all in half a year and life went on as usual."

Her words may have sounded carefree, but her mood dipped nonetheless.

Qiao Qingyu patted Han Xianglan’s shoulder with a smile, her eyes curved, "I haven’t finished my words yet. I’ll come back during the harvest season. Firstly, the seeds from the trial fields need to be brought back to Xichuan for cultivation, and secondly, I want to try letting my elder brother build a vegetable greenhouse on our family’s land.’

"A vegetable greenhouse, for growing vegetables?"

"Yes, growing vegetables in winter and harvesting before the Spring Festival. If operations go smoothly, our family could have a prosperous year."

For Qiao Zhicai and Qiao Genbao, building a greenhouse and planting technology were no problem; a systematic guide would suffice. As long as there were sufficient funds and enough building materials, and they could find sales channels, covering three acres with greenhouses could transform the Qiao Family into ten-thousand-yuan household this year.

She would also provide vegetable seeds free of charge, and they were all of good quality.

The soil in the Qiao Family Team was fertile, and the water supply was plentiful. Hence, choosing cold-resistant, high-yield, and short-growing period vegetable seeds, there was no way they wouldn’t be profitable.

However, fuel was also an issue.

So, she needed to hasten her efforts to accumulate funds; covering three acres with greenhouses was not a small figure.

Han Xianglan pondered for a moment. Although she wanted to object, she couldn’t bring herself to, because her daughter gave her an inexplicable confidence— the vegetable greenhouses would surely be profitable.

She nodded and smiled, "Whatever your ideas now, it seems everyone in the family supports you unconditionally, especially your uncle, who really takes your word as the law."

"That’s right; your daughter has the capability," Qiao Qingyu said, delighted.

Han Xianglan tapped Qiao Qingyu’s forehead with her finger and teased, "Keep bragging."

...

Qiao Qingyu had been busy these past few days, and so had her uncle, but he finally bought eight hundred pounds of potato seed for Qiao Qingyu.

It cost over 200 yuan.

Qiao Qingyu planned to register them under her name, so she didn’t bother obtaining invoices or anything of that sort.

She called Lu Ye, who had previously mentioned that Xichuan Seed Station had medicinal seeds, including gastrodia and red flower, which were also newly cultivated. It was only after jotting this down that she brought up the topic of growing medicinal herbs with Uncle Sun at the village entrance.

Lu Ye readily agreed.

...

Three days later, Qiao Qingyu boarded the county transport team’s truck and left the Qiao Family Team.

This time, Accountant Zhang accompanied her, and her cousin was driving.

If it weren’t for Accountant Zhang’s many years of meticulous and honest accounting work within the team without ever taking a single penny for personal gain, his position as an accountant might have been stripped away.

Qiao Qingyu was just towards people, and overall,Accountant Zhang was a good person.

As for his wife, Li Cuifen, she had a common problem many gossipy women shared— feeling uneasy unless she spoke about others.

But this issue had been fixed by Qingyu.

Qiao Qingyu pretended as if nothing had happened, gradually alleviating the awkwardness and unease in Zhang’s heart.

Thus, the atmosphere on the road was quite harmonious.

Just before leaving, urged by Qiao Zhicai and Han Xianglan, Qiao Qingyu still called He Xiuyu to inform him of her approximate arrival time. After all, it wasn’t a train she was riding; she was on a Jiefang truck, and she couldn’t control the travel time, though she still had some rough estimate.

The voice of He Xiuyu who answered the call was gentle, yet there was a marked silence.

He Xiuyu didn’t carry much weight in Qiao Qingyu’s heart, and she naturally failed to realise what that silence of several seconds signified after briefing her itinerary and decisively hung up.

Little did she know, far away at the Tenghai Research Base, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

A few hours before, He Xiuyu had received a call from Qiao Qingyu stating she would be home in about four days.

He had almost secured the seeds he needed; the Monks Station Chief at Mobei Prairie Seed Station didn’t ask for a penny, so there was no need for the base to remit money to her.

Still, she had taken out a small bag of flower seeds.

These were not important.

At that moment, there were two other people in his office, who clearly hadn’t slept for several days and nights.

Old Wei, Director Lin, and He Xiuyu.

They all had bloodshot eyes and solemn expressions.

Just three days ago, Li Zhiqiang, who had dealt with family affairs, came back to the base with his half-sister from the same mother.

Due to his busy work, he immediately threw himself into his job.

But he never expected that one of his students, Chen Dandan, would visit his office. Before they exchanged many words, she suddenly threw herself into his arms and clung to him tightly. Between sobs, she confessed how much she had missed and loved him these past days, declaring she wanted to be with him even without a name or status, even if it meant facing societal condemnation. She wanted to wait for him for life, to love him forever...