This is really not an easy physical job. Getting up early and going to bed late is very hard, but the rewards are also very generous.

Qiao Qingyu thought a lot and was far away. She walked a little while, but then she felt that she had forgotten something, and then she remembered the knot, which Han Xianglan had specially instructed and instructed yesterday.

After breakfast, everyone was drinking tea in the living room.

Qiao Qingyu took out the knot. Before she could speak, Mr. Wu Xiukai's face changed. He stared at the knot with his eyes tightly. Without waiting for Qiao Qingyu to hand it to him, he actually snatched the knot in Qiao Qingyu's hand.

Wu Xiukai's tears fell down.

"This is the longevity and peace knot my wife gave to my daughter Qianyun."

"This method of weaving was learned by her from an old palace maid who came out of the palace."

"Everyone of these knots has its own meanings."

"This thread is not an ordinary thread, it is a golden sand twisted thread."

The room fell into silence.

Qiao Qingyu's eyes also turned red, and she heard the forbearing sadness from Mr. Wu's words.

Secretary Chang next to him quickly handed over the handkerchief. Mr. Wu slowly pushed it away, wiped his tears with his hands, and cursed without any concealment in his mouth, "That bitch raised by the dog."

Wu Tai's expression changed, and he was sad, and he cut off all the father-son family affection with one leg, and he felt more guilty.

Wu Xiukai came by a special plane, and he was about to fly directly to the North City with Qiao Qingyu. He couldn't wait.

Qiao Qingyu directly took half a month off.

However, Qiao Qingyu has a lot of things to do here. In May this year, another 100 acres of potatoes were planted, and the yield was not low. Qiao Qingyu left half of it as seeds, and then placed them in the warehouse of the fifth laboratory. The seed laboratory also filled the gap, and the others were left to Wang Laogen for treatment.

Wang Laogen is now a household with 10,000 yuan, and his family's granary is full. For the first time in his life, he has three bags of white flour at home.

It also involved paying the public grain contract fee and other matters to the superiors, and entrusting them to Lao Qian and Fang Xiaomei to do it.

But just this, there are many things.

However, Qiao Qingyu estimated herself and added the profit after recovering the cost, she had more than 300,000 yuan in her hands.

In this era, he was a very rich woman.

Of course, it will be no surprise in a few years.

...

Rongrong knew that her aunt was leaving again, so she held back her tears and pursed her mouth. If she had taken her there in a week, it would have been half a month, which would have delayed the child's course.

The people at the base didn't know the truth, and He Xiuyu felt a little melancholy in his heart. Alas, he was very sad. He still couldn't accompany his wife to his parents' home.

He has a long way to go, and he still needs to work harder.

...

The autumn harvest of Qiao Family Brigade has ended.

This day is no different from usual. The sun rises and the breeze makes it look a little cold. Many students go to the fields to dig corn roots and prepare to hand them over to the school to keep warm in winter.

There was no heating at this time, and the primary school of Qiaojia Brigade was very simple. It was made of earthen stoves in winter, and each student carried a bag of firewood from home as a heating fee.

Someone drove a carriage to the county with grain, and then saw three cars coming towards him.

The old man driving the carriage quickly shouted to make way for the carriage in front. Oh, the person who took the carriage must be the leader. This is here to check the work, so it cannot delay others.

However, the car stopped and the road was not wide, so the car continued to drive forward after the old man who was driving the carriage came over.

The old man who was driving the car turned around and looked over. The car didn't go to the commune, so he actually turned to the Qiao family brigade.

This old man is from another village and is a little envious. Now the people in the Qiao family brigade are rich.

These good days are just about to say, and they don’t give you time to react.

So it means that he must also grow high-yield corn in the past year.

When I was thinking about it, the three cars were gone.

Han Xianglan was restless when she received the call. Her face was a little pale. She walked back and forth in the yard. She didn't know what she wanted to do when she walked around like this, but if she didn't leave, her heart would not be settled.

Han Xianglan was still looking outside constantly, and she knew that her biological father would arrive soon.

Suddenly, I heard a group of children shouting outside, "Car, car, four wheeled car..."

To be honest, it was the first time these children saw a car entering their village.

Qiao Qingyu didn't understand, why did her grandfather insist on driving a car into the village?

Could it be that he wants everyone to know that Han Xianglan is his daughter?

Let them know that Han Xianglan has a father like him. Han Xianglan has a backer, and that's almost the same idea.

Qiao Qingyu pointed to the front, she had already changed her words, "Grandpa, here..."

She shouted very smoothly.

Every time Qiao Qingyu called his grandfather, Wu Xiukai was very happy, but his body was a little stiff at this time.

Suddenly he called to stop.

The car stopped, Qiao Qingyu helped him get out of the car, while Secretary Chang pushed Wu Tai and followed him down.

Wu Xiukai looked towards the surrounding environment.

His brows frowned.

This is a rural area in the north. To be honest, he has never been there before, even before liberation, he was in the south.

Their family has shops, which can be regarded as capitalists, many farms, and they can also be regarded as big landlords. This is almost the same as a dilapidated farm in his family back then.

But these people are just the masters of their own.

Everyone coming and going looked at them. In Qiao Qingyu's opinion, it was much better than last year, but in Wu Xiukai's opinion, it was shocking and unacceptable.

The farmer has patched gray cotton jackets, vicissitudes of face, rough skin, thatched huts, yellow mud roads, bumpy and snot-snotted children, and the sound of donkeys coming from afar...

He was very sad that his daughter grew up in such an environment.

It was in such an environment that his daughter was bought and sold like goods.

He felt heartbroken!

I dare not think about some things, but often he is numbing himself.

He was under a lot of psychological pressure, and his endless guilt was tormenting him all the time.

If he was a qualified father, when the Wu family left the port, he should have been optimistic about his children. He is a man, and it is his responsibility to take good care of his wife and daughter.

But, just under his nose, he lost his daughter.

Wu Xiukai stood there motionless while pale.

Many children don’t know what the old man is thinking.

Novel eyes widened, and circled around the car parked on the road.
Chapter completed!