I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 411: An Alternative Energy Stone

Qiao Zhiyuan slapped his hands together in delight, and then the group of people walked towards Qiao Zhicai’s house in high spirits.

The admission notice had come from Yun City, and he had indeed been accepted into the school he had promised to Wu Xiucai.

After all the excitement, it was afternoon.

But Qiao Qingyu hadn’t been idle either; following Qiao Zhiyuan, starting from her home, she spent the entire afternoon touring the whole village.

Qiao Qingyu nodded to herself in approval; everything was developing as she had envisioned.

However, there was one thing—Qiao Qingyu had mentioned to her eldest uncle that they should still focus on developing the Qiao Family Team’s side businesses.

Nowadays, a bridge had been built over the large river separating Hejia Village from the Qiao Family Team. It might be premature to think about tourism now since the concept hadn’t fully caught on with everyone, who instead longed for skyscrapers and the hustle and bustle of big cities.

Thus, even if they proposed tourism or agritainment, given the current developmental trends, it would take at least a decade or more.

So the development of side businesses during the agricultural off-season needed to be scheduled soon, otherwise the villagers’ income wouldn’t support the collective’s expenditures and things would quickly become unbalanced, leading to a budget deficit. And then, this place would turn into a mess.

Qiao Zhiyuan always took Qiao Qingyu’s words seriously.

He nodded earnestly upon hearing this.

A few days later, a plan was laid on the office desk of the main person in charge of Ning’an County. The plan was for the establishment of two factories by the Qiao Family Team, one a flour processing factory and the other a soybean processing plant.

The pig farm had already been approved earlier.

Additionally, there was a supplementary plan for a medicinal herb processing factory.

After several discussions at the county level, the plan was unanimously passed without any reservations.

This way, Qiao Qingyu also breathed a sigh of relief.

It must be said that what she had done would not have been possible without the strong support of these departments.

That evening, when Qiao Qingyu talked to Wu Xiucai about this matter, he pondered for a moment, then looked at his future heir, who was full of wiles, and said with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Qingyu, do you want Grandpa to get involved too?"

Currently, the soybeans in North City hadn’t been entirely replaced by those from the Space Device laboratory, but within two to three years, all the land in North City would be planted with these high-yield soybeans.

Subsequently, the feasibility of in-depth soybean processing would become inevitable. As far as she knew, North City only had one deep soybean processing factory, but its equipment was terribly outdated and wouldn’t be able to keep up with the development of soybeans in a few years.

It’s not just soybeans—corn could also be processed to extract oil, and even rice...

Especially corn oil, which is quite popular in the Southern regions.

But currently, there are no related industries. This is not hard to understand, of course; the immediate issue at hand is ensuring everyone has enough to eat. Once food security is ensured and there is a surplus of grains, and only then, can the next step of deep processing be considered. Otherwise, it’s all off the table.

"Grandpa, you have the capital, and I have convenient resources. Together, we could definitely build a soybean deep-processing base."

Wu Xiucai squinted at Qiao Qingyu. That was quite an ambitious tone, proclaiming to build a deep-processing base with just one sentence.

However, what Qiao Qingyu said coincided with his own thoughts. It wasn’t just the establishment of the Qiao Family Team’s soybean processing factory that inspired him; he already had this thought a long time ago.

Of course, this idea wouldn’t be meaningful until the agricultural yield in North City met the necessary standards.

Wu Xiucai nodded, "Okay, I’ll call Secretary Chang tomorrow. The two of you can discuss it."

"Alright, but I have to tell you, it’s not going to make money within three years," Qiao Qingyu gave Wu Xiucai a heads-up.

For North City, and the entire northern region for that matter, it would take at least three years to reach a point where there was a substantial surplus of grains. Only then would a lot of grain be available for deep processing, beyond what was stored in granaries.

"Okay, then I’ll give you three years."

Wu Xiucai agreed without hesitation, so with just a few simple words, Qiao Qingyu became the second-largest shareholder of the future soybean deep-processing conglomerate.

Qiao Zhicai, standing nearby, albeit having said nothing, could not hide the pride in his eyes.

He knew all too well that the old man could be ruthless and unrecognizable at times, and also extremely demanding. He himself had witnessed two major businessmen being rejected without mercy when they sought the old man’s investment.

But with just a suggestion from his daughter, the old man immediately accepted.

He felt very proud.

Then, looking at his younger son Qiao Mubao, who was about to start school and was shamelessly playing with his nephew—they were just too big to be still playing with slingshots.

It was too cringeworthy to watch.

So it goes to show, some things are inherent.

Afterward, Qiao Mubao went off to school, while Qiao Qingyu continued to stay by her uncle’s side, growing noticeably thinner over a month.

Wu Qianyun couldn’t help with anything, so she made delicious meals for her daughter every day.

When the autumn harvest was nearly over, He Xiuwen escorted the grains, of which seventy percent were gleaming white rice, to the Southern Border battlefield.

These supplies, filling train after train, greatly alleviated the logistical strain of the Southern Border battlefield.

Plenty of rice seeds were kept back, and though the members of Harvest Commune had planted rice for a year, each only got a little. However, they were immensely proud and content.

Among them, their sons and daughters were fighting on that battlefield.

After He Xiuwen left, with her work wrapped up, Qiao Qingyu was ready to return home; by then, it was already late September.

This departure lasted over a month, and during this time she had only a few phone calls with He Xiuyu since he was very busy.

Qiao Qingyu went back to her family quarters alone while He Xiuyu remained in the laboratory.

After meeting, she learned that a potential substitute for the Energy Stone had been discovered. Although its function was only one percent of the space Energy Stone, this research, if made public, would be enough to shock the world. Naturally, this was during a stage of confidentiality and He Xiuyu had shared it with Qiao Qingyu because she was entitled to know.

Qiao Qingyu hadn’t expected that it was Chu Ying who had discovered this rare element.

Regardless, the seed cultivation machines were now hopeful for replication.

There was also the news that He Juanjuan had transferred her job to Xichuan.

Qiao Qingyu was always informed about the progress of Xichuan’s autumn harvest.

Liu Chengwu was competent, and Wang Laogen was practical. These two people, believe it or not, worked together quite well. The work on the autumn harvest was carried out in an orderly manner. After accounting for the public grain due for submission, the contract fees, and other expenditures, Qiao Qingyu’s Agricultural Base’s income had doubled compared to the previous year.

The account of the Agricultural Base now had a balance of nearly a million.

Even He Xiuyu hadn’t expected this.

Nonetheless, this balance hadn’t been warm on the books for several days before half of it was borrowed by the research base.