I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 504 He Chaoxuan

Chapter 504: Chapter 504 He Chaoxuan

But for the most part, these two usually stuck to themselves and managed to get along well with their neighbors, since Han Lishi was skilled in medicine, her acupuncture had helped alleviate arthritis for many of the elderly.

Yet, she never opened a clinic at home, only treating those who sought her out and whom she found agreeable, ignoring those she didn’t fancy, and for some reason, no one dared to bother her.

Then there were Zhang Yurou and Zhao Guoqiang; they had officially broken up, but secretly they were still seeing each other.

Zhao Guoqiang knew that his family’s affairs were nearly an open book under the watchful eyes of others, and considering that the base was now strictly monitoring conduct, he dared not do anything too outlandish.

Furthermore, his son had become quite famous. After undergoing tests, the boy started first grade in March; special coaching from teachers helped him quickly catch up, and he easily scored double hundreds in his mid-term exams.

Somehow, this came to the attention of the leader responsible for the youth class at Beijing’s University of Science and Technology, who sent a teacher to contact Principal Shen to see if they could take the child to Beijing.

Qian Guizhi was uncertain, and although her marriage to Zhao Guoqiang was in name only, Zhao still had a say in the matter. He wanted the child to go to Beijing, but Zhao Yuan adamantly refused, crying his eyes out.

The teacher observed the child’s age—nominally eight years old, but younger in actual birthdays. By actual age, he had just turned six.

So, the teacher had no choice but to return to Beijing, but honestly, it wasn’t a significant loss; the Tenghai Research Base was no place for burying talents.

He even considered establishing a branch there.

That way, some technical prodigies could study while also interning.

Talking about this might seem a bit off-topic, but Zhang Yurou, despite being full of jealousy, was powerless now. She didn’t exhibit any unusual behavior, just maintained a close relationship with a doctor at the hospital.

As they talked, the sky gradually darkened, and He Xiuyu took Qiao Qingyu’s hand and headed home.

As they walked, Qiao Qingyu suddenly stopped; something was wrong. According to her mother, it seemed her water had broken, and she was going into labor—it was all so sudden.

He Xiuyu’s face went pale with urgency as he carefully picked up Qiao Qingyu. He kicked open the front door and laid her under the grape trellis before rushing inside to make a phone call. In a matter of minutes, Sun Dazhi arrived in his jeep.

By the time they got to the hospital, Qiao Qingyu had begun experiencing labor pains.

The base’s maternity ward was staffed with specialists and well-known senior doctors.

Her hands had welcomed nearly ten thousand new lives.

She unapologetically sent the anxious He Xiuyu out.

It was best for him to just wait outside; being a few days early was still within the normal range.

Obviously, explaining these theoretical details to him was of little help; He Xiuyu understood them too, but in such situations, who could really sit still?

He endured a sleepless night, and in the early morning, the cry of a newborn baby broke the calm of the dawn.

He Xiuyu stood at the door, thrilled—his child was born, but he still anxiously asked the nurse, "How is my wife?"

Wu Qianyun had also stayed up the entire night, after all, this was her only daughter, how could she rest easy? Naturally, she had to stay by her side, and then seeing her son-in-law showing concern for the adults really comforted her heart.

Giving birth is very dangerous for a woman, even though medical technology has advanced, it’s still like passing through the gates of hell, with all sorts of emergencies possible.

Qiao Qingyu had given birth to a chubby boy weighing seven pounds and eight ounces.

Newborns don’t clearly resemble anyone, but at a glance, one could tell this child was well-formed.

With shiny black hair and tender white skin, especially when his eyes were open, just one look would fill one with joy.

That same afternoon, Qiao Zhicai had arrived too.

He came carrying a chicken coop, and nowadays nobody cares what you take on a train; today’s trains are nearly like moving shops.

Buy a ticket, and you can bring nearly anything aboard, or you might not buy a ticket at all, just board at one station and get off after a few stops. Or at some slightly busier stations, many would swarm aboard because goods on the train are mostly much cheaper, no one knows through what channels they were acquired, but they are quite cheaper than those sold on the market.

Window transactions were typically prearranged, and these middlemen, also known as speculators, all had regular clients. Money and goods exchanged hands swiftly, transactions completed in minutes, very convenient.

Some farmers living near the railway kept a few sheep and planned to sell them in the county town. Using a cart would waste manpower and resources, but bringing the sheep onto the train with just one ticket costing merely one yuan could bypass all that hassle by locking them in the toilet.

As for how passengers would use the toilet, no one bothered, they just dealt with it on their own.

The green trains were truly lively nowadays, but not particularly safe, with plenty of petty thefts and poor sanitation.

But each coach was like this, so no one on the train was picky, because every train and every coach was the same; perhaps the sleepers were slightly better. But for ordinary folks like Qiao Zhicai, who could afford sleepers? He too had purchased a hard seat ticket, just to bring four chicken coops made of iron wire to Xichuan.

This really was indescribable.

Each chicken coop housed five hens, making a total of twenty old hens.

All raised by Old Mrs. Qiao herself.

Qiao Zhicai arrived disheveled, but his face was bursting with smiles. His Qingyubao had given him a handsome grandson, oh, how lovely and endearing he was. He had only stood at the door and caught a glimpse from afar before Wu Qianyun took him to wash up. When the pair returned, they saw He Xiuyu pouring sterilized formula from the disinfected bottle.

This formula had been procured from the border, a bulk purchase of two cases, several dozen bags. Although it looked somewhat clumsy, He Xiuyu handled it gently and skillfully.

And their dear daughter was sleeping, her little face flushed rosy.

Wu Qianyun knew that even without her, her son-in-law could take good care of their daughter. Still, it was just a thought; how could a chief engineer possibly stay at home for a month?

When they took her home, she had drunk several times the pig trotter soup and old hen soup Wu Qianyun had stewed, and then her milk had come in, easing everyone’s minds.

The little one now had his nourishment.

He Juanjuan came over in the evening. Using a net bag, she brought eight or nine pig trotters and two pork knuckles.

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