I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 315: Every Man Wants to Have Women on Both Sides

Chapter 315: Chapter 315: Every Man Wants to Have Women on Both Sides

He Xiuyu had some important matters to discuss with Wu Xiucai, and Qiao Qingyu also had to go. Her calming grass had already sprouted, and to prevent it from affecting the growth, she transplanted the sprouts into another pot. So when they left, they would have to take two pots.

Qiao Qingyu went to the big market to find an experienced craftsman to weave two baskets for her.

She asked him to weave double-layered small baskets, planning to stuff some wheat straw in the middle.

Of course, the ceramic pots could not be taken as they were too heavy. Luckily, they had plastic sheets at home, so the pots could be wrapped with the plastic sheets along with the soil and plant roots.

Fortunately, the plants wouldn’t grow too tall by the time they left, so as long as they weren’t frozen, it would be fine, and in Yun City, there would be even less cause for concern.

Now, the chemical factory had officially started production. They were mainly producing plastic films because the winter greenhouse trials had been successful. Plastic films had become a sought-after commodity, and no matter how much they produced, there was always a shortage.

That said, they hadn’t yet developed other related products, such as the convenient yet highly detrimental plastic bags.

Qiao Qingyu knew she couldn’t stop it. As chemical plants were being built one after another and the mass production of plastic goods and raw materials increased, plastic bags and products would soon become widespread, virtually overnight filling every corner.

So Qiao Qingyu told Lu Ye that it was essential to vigorously develop the thousand silk hemp.

For Xichuan’s agriculture, using one-tenth of the land to plant thousand silk hemp and the rest for other crops would be very profitable.

Although it was January, it meant that spring plowing for agriculture would start soon.

Of course, this would happen after the New Year had passed.

Early in the morning, He Xiuyu prepared breakfast. After he ate, he kept it warm in the pot, then went to work. Qiao Qingyu and Rongrong were students on winter vacation and naturally had the right to sleep in.

However, Qiao Qingyu woke up early too as she had to meet a group at the entrance of the Tenghai Research Base.

They were her classmates.

This had been arranged before the vacation. Not everyone could come – some had already gone back to their hometowns. Those who came were from Xichuan and a few from Yushu County.

This time, the visit was still for observation and learning. The base had added two new greenhouses this year, so there wasn’t really an off-season for the farm workers.

Fortunately, Zhou Xiaoqin, the deputy director, was straightforward and fair in her dealings. She was also capable and always led by example. Although she was now officially a cadre and didn’t have to work with everyone else, she still took the lead as before. Her subordinates were also hardworking. The new greenhouses were lush and green, providing the scientists engaged in national construction with a rich supply of nutrition and vitamins.

But the greenhouse cultivation wasn’t something casual. It required as much precision as scientific farming, if not more, than traditional agriculture.

After the visit, they went to Professor Feng’s experimental fields, and by then it was noon. Qiao Qingyu led a group of about a dozen classmates to the base canteen.

In those days, college students were highly respected and welcome wherever they went. This was true even into the nineties and the beginning of the next century; being a college student was highly regarded, regardless of their field of study. For the Tenghai Research Base, whatever your field, they could find a use for you.

They were warmly welcomed; they could visit whatever they wanted unless it was a restricted area, and any engineer could be summoned to teach these college students, leaving them awestruck.

In short, each visit to the base made the agricultural college students feel as if they’d gained more knowledge than the last time.

Old Xie was not to be outdone. These college students’ fields of study were in line with his advocacy for green ecological projects, so he naturally seized the opportunity. He accompanied them throughout the entire visit until the satisfied students left.

Of course, they had come by carpool, and they returned the same way.

Before leaving, Li Bo had a chat with Qiao Qingyu, and she noticed that his previously muddled mind seemed to be clearing up a bit.

In fact, if Lan Ju were still around, a family relationship like theirs, if left without external interference, could possibly maintain until the end.

Because there were indeed similar cases.

Before Qiao Qingyu entered this book world, in the real world, one of her colleagues at the company came from a complicated family.

Her father was from a rural area. In the nineties, he organized a group of people to form a construction team. Initially doing odd jobs, they progressed to building houses and eventually established a construction company. They became larger and stronger, but he had three wives.

Shockingly, all three wives lived together with him, and he had a total of seven children.

The colleague was the eldest daughter of the first wife.

Oh, if this were ancient times, she would be considered the legitimate daughter.

They lived in a relatively beautiful part of the county town, in a villa.

The second wife met him after he moved to the city, and the third was a college girl he had supported and later brought into the household after she gave birth to his son.

It was beyond the matter of divorce. Even if he divorced the first wife, who would he marry? The second and third wives were none too easy, and then, the first wife also bore him a son, the younger brother of his workmate.

So this contractor really had a household full of wives and concubines.

Their children, who were of similar ages, went to school and left school together.

It was a situation where "if the people do not raise a fuss, the officials do not interfere."

Hearing about such affairs could be infuriating to outsiders, but to those involved, there seemed to be no empathy.

At least that was the case for his female colleague. She was happy every day and didn’t seem to feel any injustice on her mother’s behalf. She spent much money and her father was generous with her; thus, her life went on.

Of course, she couldn’t share such personal matters with others. Even if her values were skewed, she at least had a sense of shame, for "family shame should not be spread abroad."

It was during a gathering of people from the same place that someone inadvertently let slip about her family situation, and the word spread quickly, with a single message in the WeChat group making everyone aware.

Before Qiao Qingyu entered into the book world, she heard that the contractor had encountered problems with a building project, which turned into an unfinished construction. He reportedly started incurring debt, and it was uncertain whether the harmonious scene of his household with multiple wives could continue.

After all, without love, there needed to be money.

Regardless of the era, men inherently wanted to be surrounded by women. When men wrote books and created harems, they did so prolifically.

Of course, that was digressing quite far from the subject.

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