I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 369: Inviting Professor Wang

Knowing that Qiao Qingyu had finished her meal, the Qiao Family’s eldest sister-in-law began preparing for the evening meal.

Qiao Qingyu opened her bag and placed the things she had bought on the bed, "Eldest sister-in-law, this is the woolen sweater I bought for you; this one is for my eldest brother, and the rest are for Doudou and Feifei."

She then took out a jujube red sweater, "This is for my Aunt Niu."

Although Aunt Niu somewhat favored boys over girls, overall, she was good to Niu Guili. When times were tough at home, the elder sister-in-law often helped out by bringing things from her family home.

To tell the truth, buying something for her mother-in-law delighted her more than buying something for herself.

Niu Guili rubbed her hands; when she had come back, her mother-in-law had brought her a big bag of things, including a red woolen sweater and red leather shoes for her sister.

Since her sister was getting married in the fall.

But she hadn’t expected that Qiao Qingyu would also buy something for her mother, and she felt deeply moved and warm inside.

"Eldest sister-in-law, I’m going out for a walk, and I’ll pick up Doudou and Feifei when school lets out."

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Qiao Qingyu first went to the team headquarters on her bicycle.

Then Accountant Zhang enthusiastically took her to the big field.

The Qiao Family Team was the largest team in the Harvest Commune, comprising eight smaller teams with nearly five hundred households and a population close to three thousand people.

The Qiao Family Team’s location was ideally situated near mountains and rivers.

However, it wasn’t mountainous; upstream by the riverbank was an endless expanse of fields.

The land in the north was like that, unlike the Northwest with its gullies and slopes.

The horizon was extraordinarily wide, visible in the distance.

The soil color was dark, and clenching a handful felt almost oily.

Along the way, Qiao Qingyu patiently listened as Accountant Zhang introduced the major crops cultivated by the Harvest Commune and Qiao Family Team this year.

Now, Ning’an County had already made corn its primary crop, and this year, North City had been designated as one of the main production areas for corn.

The second economic crop was soybeans, this time using the most original soybean seeds from Qingyu’s laboratory.

The same went for rice and wheat.

Since it was a seed base, it had significant advantages in this area.

Although it was Qiao Qingyu’s first time operating, she had He Xiuyu to analyze situations and plan for her; she basically knew people involved in agriculture and, supported by Tenghai Research, she managed to achieve more with less effort.

Seeing Qiao Qingyu, the people in the village greeted her warmly and with smiles.

It was now a combination of mechanization and manpower.

Corn, wheat, and soybeans, for the Qiao Family Team, carried a wealth of planting experience.

Qiao Qingyu stood by without pointing fingers; she was an outsider, mainly there to check on the rice.

Accountant Zhang led Qiao Qingyu to this rice paddy, situated next to the third small team by a small mountain spring.

There were several patches of unevenly sized puddles, surrounded by wild grass, harboring several wheat spike fish. When she was small, Qiao Qingyu and her elder brother often came here to catch fish.

Wheat spike fish made into fish sauce, cornbread stuck around the edge of a big iron pot; it was incredibly fragrant, albeit lavish in oil and grain, and thus, not something frugal families would indulge in.

Since this area was now used for experimental fields, there was no fishing.

In previous years, when spring began, idlers would come here to catch small mixed fish, and even if there was less oil, adding more homemade soybean paste made it just as good.

Now, this area encompassed five hundred acres.

Currently, the rice was still in the seedling breeding stage, and transplanting required the local temperature to stabilize above 13 degrees Celsius, with the surface temperature reaching 14 degrees Celsius before beginning transplantation.

The North in March still held the chill of early spring.

The general temperature was still below zero.

Planting rice would not commence until early May at the earliest.

If there were no natural or man-made disasters, the rice produced in the laboratory could yield 1,000 kilograms per acre.

This was the seed base, striving to make North City the highest rice-producing area in the nation within three years.

In three years, it was estimated that rice would be as common in every household as corn.

Qiao Qingyu had just turned around when Vice Director Sun arrived at Qiao Family Team on a tractor.

He did not even wait until tomorrow.

These days, he was constantly anxious, yet he dared not speak to anyone about it.

He knew well how the commune’s corn was doing this year; wheat and soybeans were not an issue, but rice was.

Including Qiao Family Team’s 500 acres, the Commune had planted nearly 10,000 acres of rice this year.

If it succeeded, they would be transformed, but if it failed, he would be unable to continue as vice director.

Many people in the commune suggested only experimenting with Qiao Family Team—succeeding would mean risk-free widespread adoption next year, and if it failed, wouldn’t it also minimize the loss?

But the rice seedlings had already been cultivated.

The funds were even allocated by the county.

It was a lot of money, an amount he had never seen in his lifetime; he couldn’t atone for it even with his death if it didn’t bring returns.

So Qiao Qingyu saw that Uncle Sun, who should’ve been vigorous, had become so thin.

Uncle Sun couldn’t share his worries with Qiao Qingyu, or else, next time a new variety came up, Qiao Qingyu certainly wouldn’t think of him first.

Experiments were inherently risky.

Not wanting to achieve results, one might as well follow others and scrape by.

To lead, risks must be taken; this was normal.

Qiao Qingyu followed Vice Director Sun to the seedling cultivation base.

The seedlings had sprouted, lush and promising.

Qiao Qingyu was not worried, truly.

The North was vast, with fertile land.

There’s a saying about the soil in the North, "Stick a chopstick in the ground and it will sprout," which speaks volumes about the fertility of the soil.

Moreover, with seeds cultivated and improved in the Space Laboratory, unless there was a disaster, there was almost zero chance of a total crop failure.

But clearly, once the groundwork had been laid, Uncle Sun couldn’t help but worry.

After some thought, Qiao Qingyu said to Vice Director Sun, "I’ll give Professor Wang a call and see if he has time to come guide us."

Vice Director Sun’s eyes lit up immediately, and he clapped his hands together, "Professor Wang is an expert on rice. It would be wonderful if he could come see our site, but... I wonder if he could make it?"

"I’ll give it a try," Qiao Qingyu said without committing. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

She went to make the call, while Vice Director Sun nervously paced at the office doorway, hoping that if Professor Wang could come to guide them, part of the worry lodged in his throat would be alleviated.

Unexpectedly, Professor Wang readily agreed, stating he would conveniently stop by North City tomorrow as there was a car headed that way.

According to the travel itinerary, he would arrive early the day after tomorrow. Vice Director Sun happily made calls to the county.

He then repeatedly thanked Qiao Qingyu.

But inwardly, he couldn’t help but admire her connections; despite Qiao Qingyu’s young age, she had wide-reaching connections—it really was as simple as making a call for her.