I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 227: Everything Can Be Programmed

Chapter 227: Chapter 227: Everything Can Be Programmed

After finishing his meal, Qiao Zhicai also sat beside him and turned to ask Qiao Qingyu, "Daughter, what do you want? Dad will make one for you."

Pausing for a moment, Qiao Qingyu said, "Dad, can you make me a vase?"

"Why make a vase? The corn leaves it’s made from can’t hold water," Qiao Zhicai expressed his doubts.

"It doesn’t need to hold water, we can put silk flowers or dried flowers in it later."

"Alright, I’ll make one for you right now."

Qiao Qingyu glanced at the pile of corn leaves, smiled, and a preliminary plan formed in her mind. Although it was unexpected and sudden, it was highly feasible.

In the kitchen, Wang Mei had been looking unwell,

Ah, where could she get the rope knot from? She had already sold it long ago.

So, a surge of anger rose within her. About a broken rope knot, did this whole family have to ask one after another? Today, Han Xianglan and Niu Guili had come together, and it was about this matter again.

It made everyone give her unfriendly looks.

She angrily slammed her chopsticks into the pot.

Qiao Qingyu stood at the doorway of the kitchen, smiling, "Second Aunt, who are you throwing a fit at?"

Wang Mei jumped in fright and glared at Qiao Qingyu, "You’re not following along washing dishes, what lively scene are you watching at the doorway..."

Washing dishes or not didn’t matter, Qiao Qingyu stepped forward and rolled up her sleeves, "Second Aunt, go back to your room and look for my mom’s rope knot bracelet again, I’ll wash the dishes."

Wang Mei, infuriated, clenched the cloth in her hand tightly, "It’s lost, it’s lost, is this endless with you and your family?"

But she spoke in a lowered voice, after all, there were so many people outside, and if this situation blew up, she would be in the wrong, and most importantly, she felt guilty.

With a smile still on her face, Qiao Qingyu finally had time to observe Wang Mei’s expression. While washing dishes, she said, "Second Aunt, I heard your brother came to see you these past few days..."

Wang Mei’s expression suddenly changed.

Her heart thudded rapidly.

Similarly, she glared venomously at Qiao Qingyu.

This was something she couldn’t talk about, she insisted on not dividing the family in order to gain more advantages. So, the family’s money was pooled together, albeit accounted for, but she had hidden one hundred yuan, unknown even to her husband, not to mention the additional 200 yuan from her little brother.

Speaking out would make her life unbearable.

So she would never tell them the truth, no matter what.

But she couldn’t outtalk Qiao Qingyu, covering her chest, she cried out that her heart felt uncomfortable.

Then, she turned and walked away.

Qiao Qingyu narrowed her eyes, knowing Wang Mei must be guilty about something. Could it be that Wu Xiujie’s people had already arrived at North City?

It was possible.

After all, he was now officially a citizen of Huaxia.

Watching Qiao Qingyu wash the dishes, the grandmothers and daughters-in-law scolded Wang Mei a few times for her laziness, then whispered for Qiao Qingyu to go play outside.

Qiao Zhicai hadn’t seen this yet, and he would definitely be angry if he did.

You eat a meal of dumplings, but still have to work for them?

Meanwhile, Qiao Shengbao had almost finished weaving the jar’s body, only the lid was left.

Qiao Qingyu took the completed body of the jar.

Although it was her first work and looked somewhat rough, it had to be admitted that the design was ancient, and the shape was beautiful.

The only downside was the uneven color of the corn leaves.

These were plucked from the cornfields a few days ago.

At this time of the year, when the corn is plucked and cooked dry, it has a distinct flavor, whether it’s boiled or stewed.

Here, people call them corn hangings.

Now, the eaves of the main house are adorned with a row of them, about forty or fifty; they are all prepared for her because she loves to eat them.

Fortunately, the corn leaves that were plucked were not used for kindling.

Otherwise, the sugar jar couldn’t have been seen.

Qiao Qingyu sat next to Qiao Shengbao, watching him finish weaving the lid of the sugar jar and then fitting it together to complete the piece.

Qiao Shengbao’s eyes sparkled as he watched Qiao Qingyu fidgeting and asked expectantly, "Qingyu, do you think anyone will buy it?"

Qiao Qingyu blinked and said surprisingly, "Who said we were going to sell this?"

Qiao Shengbao was dumbfounded, "If we’re not selling it, then why weave it?"

"For our own use."

Qiao Qingyu looked at Qiao Shengbao with a serious expression, while Qiao Shengbao was utterly speechless.

In his eyes, Qiao Qingyu was very skilled at the moment.

It was like a kind of inertia thinking; Qiao Qingyu said that corn leaves could be used to weave things, he followed her idea, thinking the woven items were for selling and that selling them could make money.

He looked at Qiao Qingyu blankly and, after a moment, dropped his head in dismay.

Qiao Qingyu couldn’t help but snort with laughter.

Qiao Shengbao quickly looked up at the sound of laughter, his eyes bright with anticipation, "Sis, you were just joking with me, right?"

Qiao Qingyu finally stopped laughing and thought to herself that Brother Shengbao was so adorable.

"It’s not all joking; the market for these handicrafts hasn’t really opened up yet. Selling them definitely won’t be easy."

Qiao Zhicai glanced at his daughter and then at the naïve young Qiao Shengbao, feeling quite proud as he spoke, "Corn leaves are everywhere, not everyone can weave them, even if it could make money, there would be many followers too."

"Dad, you’re right, so we need to be the first movers. I guess it will be fine for five years, but the key is how to open up the market."

Then Qiao Qingyu started discussing with Qiao Zhicai and Qiao Shengbao.

After all, at home, only these two knew this craft.

Qiao Qingyu asked them to gather more corn leaves during the autumn harvest as she planned to attend the exchange meeting in Nangang City at the end of the year.

Starting now, the two of them would spend their free time weaving sugar jars, cup coasters, tote bags, vases, etc., and they could also try to create other handicrafts, letting creativity run wild; anything could be woven.

They could even dye and weave patterns where appropriate.

This was purely manual labor, with raw materials available everywhere; the only costs were time and energy, so as long as they could be sold, they were sure to make money.

The other family members gathered around too. Wang Mei came out of the house slowly; her heartache had subsided, as she was always interested in money-making ventures, though sadly, her family lacked the necessary skills.

Weaving wasn’t so easy to learn.

Qiao Qingyu gave Wang Mei a cool look; Wang Mei shrank her neck back, remembered what Qiao Qingyu had said, and turned around to go back inside.

Qiao Qingyu also suggested to her uncle that after the autumn harvest, when the corn was threshed, a few people should be specifically arranged to collect the corn silk.

This was also a medicinal material; although she didn’t know the market value, the corn silk was readily available and easy to store—definitely wouldn’t result in a loss.

So today, Qiao Qingyu surprised everyone, as these two items in today’s rural areas were just like dirt clods; nobody wanted corn silk, and corn husks were thrown directly into the stove for burning.

Who would have thought that with Qiao Qingyu, corn husks could be woven into crafts to sell and corn silk could become a herbal medicine?

"Uncle, you guys can arrange this in advance and then contact the pharmaceutical factory later. If they don’t buy them, dry the corn silk and save it and I will handle it."

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