At this moment, Qiao Zhiyuan also hurried over, truly living up to his role as Qiao Qingyu's uncle, spotting his niece's displeased expression from a distance.
She was angry, genuinely angry, and mightily so.
Uncle Qiao stepped forward, intending to pick up Qiao Qingyu's bag, but to his surprise, Qiao Qingyu reached out to stop him, "Uncle, I'm not going home."
"If you're not going home, where will you go? You have to go home first, and then I will take you to see your parents."
Qiao Qingyu frowned, and she slowly stood up to look at Sun Dazhang, sighing with a sense of loss and regret.
"Sun Dazhang, I set up a Breeding Laboratory affiliated with Tenghai Research Base, and now the lab is up and running. We've developed a batch of high-quality medicinal herb seeds that are perfect for the Qiao Family Team's hilly plantations. If we plant them now, we can harvest them before the first snowfall. I estimate that each acre could net a profit of 500 yuan."
