After Little Chaoxuan had eaten his fill, Qiao Qingyu headed to the study.
He Xiuyu was also there; Professor Feng had left her with a hefty amount of homework, and she needed to buckle down to finish it.
During the day at the unit, there was also a mountain of tasks to handle. Once the grains were in the silo, the revenue naturally became evident, and overall, she had reached the goals set last year.
Next on the agenda was planning for the following year.
When Qiao Qingyu made plans, she always wanted He Xiuyu to be involved and give his opinions.
This time was no exception.
Fortunately, her Agricultural Group still had the original team members—presumably because people thought agriculture didn't have much of a future.
After all, even though it was the 1980s, the gap between urban and rural areas still existed, and city dwellers still looked down on peasants. Why look down on them? Because the peasants were tillers of the soil.
It was unclear how such an idea came to exist.
