This small country town is originally the result of collective wisdom and unity.

And the good policies nowadays.

These are all indispensable.

Qiao Qingyu didn't say anything, and the person in charge was passionate. The people below slapped their hands so loud that they were very popular. They were indeed good at doing publicity work and were inspiring. That was incomparable.

Qiao Qingyu also stood aside with a smile on her eyes.

After the speech, the person in charge and Township Mayor Sun slowly opened the large iron gate of the villa community.

Then the sound of gongs and drums sounded again, and the people turned around and ran to their house. When moving, they might not necessarily come, but the pot and the axe were needed to enter the house first, and then the iron pot should also be filled with grain and green onions.

This is the custom of this area of ​​Yushu County, which is what it means to burn the pot.

The villas were all divided, and none of them were empty, so the people together seemed like an ant moving, which seemed particularly lively.

The leaders stood at the gate with a smile and watched for a while, and then, under the leadership of the Township Mayor Sun, went to the cafeteria of the brigade for dinner.

There will be a program in the afternoon after dinner and resting for a while.

It is said that for the Qiao Family Brigade, October 16th is a day of celebration.

Even though the north wind has blown and the air has become cold, my heart is full of heat and heat.

Qiao Qingyu and He Xiuyu did not go to their homes. Qiao Zhicai just knew it. If he hadn't just known it, he would have prepared furniture for them to buy things.

But he would be more happy to live with them.

For the old man, five fingers are different when they are stretched out. He has two sons, but his favorite is his daughter. Then his daughter gave birth to a young grandson. He loves it even more like his eyes. He stayed for more than a month when he was giving birth and then came back quickly. Now he really wants to keep the child.

Of course, he also knew that this was impossible. How could such a young child leave his parents? He thought about waiting for the work here, or he would go back to Xichuan with him, but he was worried that it would cause trouble for his daughter and son-in-law.

But when it comes to this matter, Qiao Qingyu had an idea. It was winter and the agricultural base was idle. But this year she specifically asked Zhou Xiaoqin to carefully select some corn leaves and wheat straw, and in autumn, the reeds cut by the farm workers next to the puddle.

She discussed with her father, "Dad, I mean to hire you as a teacher in the name of Tenghai Agricultural Group to teach idle people to learn weaving handicrafts, but this matter depends on your opinion."

Even Wu Qianyun was stunned for a moment when Qiao Qingyu said this, then looked at her husband, and he couldn't read a lot of words, so he was also a teacher for others?

Qiao Zhicai was stunned for a moment. He was sitting cross-legged on the kang like an old man, but suddenly he couldn't sit still. After getting off the kang, he asked Qiao Qingyu who was sitting on the chair, "What did you say just now, please say it again."

Wu Qianyun gave him a blank look, this was useless.

Qiao Qingyu repeated the words just now with a funny look, and then added, "Dad, this was what Zhou Xiaoqin discussed with me before leaving, saying that in winter, some people were idle to see if they could set up a processing factory or something. I remembered you at that time... I thought about meeting and asked if you have this idea. If you have this idea, I will do it. It would be fine if you don't have this idea."

Qiao Zhicai walked back and forth in the house with his hands behind his back. Wu Qianyun couldn't bear to see it anymore and said, "Sit down honestly. The house is not big, and your eyes are blurred when you walk back and forth. Do you have to think about such a thing for so long? If you are afraid that others will learn, don't teach me. If you are not afraid that others will learn, just be this teacher. When you are old, can you brag to others that you have been a teacher?"

Qiao Zhicai looked at his wife and analyzed her words, "Well, my wife agreed with him."

He was a little excited. In fact, he really wanted to go, but he was a little confused for a moment. What he hesitated just now was not because he was worried that his skills would be learned, but because he would be worried about whether he would make a fool of himself and whether he would embarrass his daughter.

He told Qiao Qingyu about his concerns.

Qiao Qingyuyu smiled and said, "Dad, why do you think so? You are teaching them skills, you are the master, respecting teachers and respecting the Tao. This has been the case with our Chinese people since ancient times. No matter what you teach, they are respected."

Qiao Zhicai sat opposite Qiao Qingyu and said excitedly, "Okay, I agree."

The old man and the old lady of the Qiao family knew that Qiao Zhicai was going to be a teacher for others, so she was so happy.

No matter what, the uneducated young son can be a teacher, because the ancestral tomb of their old Qiao family is smoked.

Those who know about this are envious, but some people also say Qiao Zhicai, "Old Qiao, are you stupid? This craft has taught so many people. In the future, your products will definitely be as good as before. How much money will you earn less?"

This makes sense, but it doesn't make sense.

Qiao Zhicai has made a lot of money in corn leaf weaving over the years, but it is limited. Just as Boss Chen, who has always asked for their goods, it cannot form a scale, it is just a small-scale fight, but for Boss Chen's small business, it is too good to make a small fight.

But what if we really form a scale?

Raw materials are available locally, not to mention everything, there is no shortage of them on this land. Moreover, handicrafts, based on current technology, cannot form assembly lines, and it is impossible to process them with machines. Just like the small decorations and small objects he carefully crafted are always processed. Only by hand and by hand, the quantity is limited. Boss Chen said that the gap in overseas is still very large.

So Qiao Zhicai doesn't take it seriously in this regard.

I was busy, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The villa area is still very lively. Some people have made furniture or used furniture in old houses and moved to new houses.

There are always people joking on the road, and some say, "Old Zhang, you have been using this old and torn table for fifty years, so why don't you chop it quickly and use it as a firewood."

Lao Zhang glared at the old man in front of him, "You know, this table is getting more valuable as it gets older. Didn't you hear anyone say that? A table in the capital is sold for hundreds of thousands."

The old man opposite laughed at him, "It's hundreds of thousands of yuan, you have to see what it is made of. Don't think I don't understand. The rosewood, small-leaf sandalwood, yellow rosewood, is really valuable. Your broken pine wood has cracks, and you'll have to put it for a thousand years, and it's not valuable."

The person next to him said casually, "That's not right. If it were a thousand years ago, it might be worth some money..."

Everyone laughed.

Holding things, or some people see that the things they move in are not suitable, and they move out, it is bustling and bustling.
Chapter completed!