I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 563 - 557 The Capital of Boasting

This small town in the countryside is indeed the result of collective wisdom and unity.

As well as today’s good policies.

All of these are indispensable.

Qiao Qingyu didn’t speak. The person in charge delivered a passionate speech, and the local people clapped until their hands were red. Unsurprisingly, he was skilled in propaganda work, rallying the people’s hearts like no other.

Qiao Qingyu also stood by with a smile in her eyes.

After the speech, the person in charge and Village Chief Sun slowly opened the large iron gates of the villa community.

Then the sound of gongs and drums started again. The people turned around and ran to their homes. When moving, it’s not certain if the good furniture will come, but the pots and axes must be the first to enter the house, and then food and green onions must be put in the iron pot.

This is a custom in Yushu County, also known as ’lighting the bottom of the pot.’

All villas were allocated, and not a single one was empty, so with everyone moving like ants, it was especially lively.

After watching at the gate with a smile for a while, the leaders went to the Qiao Family Team’s canteen for a meal, led by Village Chief Sun.

After eating and resting for a while, there were more activities in the afternoon.

For the Qiao Family Team, October 16th was a day of universal celebration.

Even though the north wind had already blown over and the air had become cold, everyone’s hearts were burning hot.

Qiao Qingyu and He Xiuyu didn’t go to their home, and Qiao Zhicai had only just found out. If he hadn’t just learned about it, he would have already prepared furniture and bought things for them.

But he was even happier to live with them.

For the elderly, fingers on one hand stretch out differently, and he had two sons, but his favorite was still his daughter. And now that his daughter had given birth to a grandson, he loved the child as if it were the apple of his eye. He had stayed for more than a month right after the birth before hurrying back. Now, he truly wanted to keep the child with him.

Of course, he knew this was impossible. How could such a small child be away from its parents? He was considering, once everything was settled here, to follow them back to Xichuan. His only concern was that he might become a nuisance to his daughter and son-in-law.

But speaking of this matter, Qiao Qingyu had an idea. In winter, the Agricultural Base would quiet down. This year she specifically asked Zhou Xiaoqin to carefully select some corn leaves and wheat straw, and the farm workers had harvested reeds by the puddles in autumn.

She discussed with her father, "Dad, I mean to hire you as a teacher under the name of Tenghai Agricultural Group to teach idle workers how to weave handicrafts. But this depends on your opinion,"

Even Wu Qianyun was startled at Qiao Qingyu’s words, and then she looked at her husband. He couldn’t recognize big characters in a basketful, yet he was going to teach?

Qiao Zhicai was suddenly stunned. He had been sitting cross-legged on the kang like an old lord, but suddenly he couldn’t sit still any longer. He got off the kang and asked Qiao Qingyu, who was sitting in a chair, "What did you just say? Say it again."

Wu Qianyun gave him a disdainful glance—such lack of ambition. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Qiao Qingyu repeated her earlier words with amusement and added, "Dad, this was something Zhou Xiaoqin discussed with me before leaving. Since it will be winter, and some workers will be idle, we wondered if we could set up a processing factory or something similar. I thought of you... I wanted to ask you when we met if you’d be interested. If you are, I’ll get it organized. If not, no worries."

Qiao Zhicai paced back and forth in the room, hands behind his back. Wu Qianyun couldn’t stand it anymore and said, "Why don’t you just sit down calmly? The room isn’t big, and you’re making my eyes blur with your pacing. Do you really need to consider such a small matter for so long? If you’re afraid of others learning your skill, then don’t teach. If you aren’t, then be the teacher. When you get older, you can boast about having been a teacher, right?"

Qiao Zhicai looked at his wife and analyzed her words. Hmm, his wife agreed with him going.

He was a bit excited. In fact, he really wanted to go, but he was just a bit dazed at the moment. His hesitation wasn’t about fear of his skills being learned by others. He was worried about being embarrassed and bringing shame to his daughter.

He voiced his concerns to Qiao Qingyu.

Qiao Qingyu said with a smile, "Dad, why would you think that? You’re teaching them a skill. You’re the master, the teacher. Valuing teachers and their teachings has been our nation’s tradition, regardless of what’s being taught, it’s always respected."

Qiao Zhicai sat opposite Qiao Qingyu, excitedly saying, "Okay, I agree."

Old Man Qiao and the old lady were truly happy to learn that Qiao Zhicai was going to be a teacher.

No matter what, having their uneducated younger son become a teacher was like smoke rising from the Qiao Family’s ancestral grave.

Everyone who knew about it was envious, but some people still said to Qiao Zhicai, "Old Qiao, are you silly? By teaching so many people this craft, your family’s sales will surely suffer, and you’ll earn much less."

The words made sense, but also did not.

Qiao Zhicai had made a good amount of money from weaving corn leaves these past few years, but there was a limit. Like Boss Chen, who always wanted their goods, said, without creating scale, it’s all just trifling. But for Boss Chen’s small shop, trifling was quite enough.

But what if it really scaled up?

Raw materials could be readily sourced locally. Without claiming abundance, the land was certainly not lacking. Moreover, handicrafts, with current technology, couldn’t be mass-produced by an assembly line or machines. Just like those intricate decorative items he had crafted, machines could never produce them; it had to be manual. With manual work, there’s a limit to quantity. Boss Chen mentioned that the overseas market still had a large gap.

So Qiao Zhicai didn’t view this matter as very important.

Busy as ever, three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The villa area remained lively. Some people were bringing in new furniture, or moving out items from old houses if they didn’t fit the new ones.

On the streets, people joked and laughed. Some would say, "Old Zhang, that rickety table of yours must be fifty years old by now, shouldn’t you just chop it up for firewood?"

Old Zhang glared at the old man in front of him, "You don’t know anything. The older the table, the more valuable it becomes. Haven’t you heard? Some tables go for hundreds of thousands in Beijing."

The old man across laughed loudly at him, "The ones worth hundreds of thousands are made of precious woods like red sandalwood, Tiny Leaf Rosewood, or yellow pear wood. That’s real value. This shabby pine wood table of yours, all cracked— even if you kept it for a thousand years, it wouldn’t be worth anything."

Someone chimed in, "That’s not exactly right either. If it’s from a thousand years ago, it might really be worth something..."

Everyone laughed together.

Some were carrying belongings, and some who found the items they moved in to be unsuitable were taking them back out again. The place buzzed with the festive bustle of the community.