"Xuran, you bring the food inside."
"Rui Wen, you get the bowls and chopsticks."
Cai ina was busy as a bee, but she didn’t forget to remind the kids to help.
Zhao Gang and Gong Tao were lying sideways on the kang bed, completely exhausted today.
Initially, they had cleared almost everything from ho yesterday, leaving just a little bit of greens and garlic chives for ho use, thinking they could make stir fry or dumplings.
Unexpectedly, the items were too popular, so even the little inventory at ho was gone by the end.
As for soybean sprouts and mung bean sprouts, those were sold out too, making Zhao Gang and his team beam with joy.
"Next year, we need to plant more red beans, green beans, and soybeans; these things are good." Even though grains are nice, they attract too much attention.
Beans are better though, even if selling them is a bit complicated due to an extra step required; but for the sake of money, Zhao Gang said that’s not a problem.
Planting soybeans is great; it’s really easy. Once you plant them, you just have to wait for the harvest. Lazy people plant soybeans.
"We started making these too late this ti; we need to do it earlier in the future." Zhao Gang looked regretful; he couldn’t believe he missed such a business opportunity and how much money he had lost over the years.
Zhao Gang felt frustrated; the burden was heavy on him, and he had to work hard to earn money.
"Assuming you start earlier, do you have that many soybeans?" Gong Tao knew his friend’s family situation.
If it’s rice, flour, at, these items are fully stocked at ho; there are green beans as well, but those are reserved for making cooling drinks in the sumr.
"Also, if we want to increase production, it seems like the remaining soybeans won’t be enough." Gong Tao calculated and realized it was quite daunting.
The remaining stock was based on previous amounts, and suddenly increasing the planting area was definitely insufficient.
Oh no, Zhao Gang just rembered that soybeans were only planted for making so soy milk at ho, so the amount was absolutely not enough.
What should he do? On one hand, the family savored soy milk; on the other hand, next year could an a fortune from soybean sprouts. What to do indeed? Zhao Gang was at a loss.
"Should I ask around to see whose sheep or calf have been born recently?" Zhao Gang had no choices left.
The family nutrition couldn’t be compromised, especially since his wife lacks calcium whenever she’s pregnant, and she said besides bone broth, she needs milk and other things.
Before, there weren’t such conditions, so they stayed low-key with soy milk. "Yes, I’ll go out and inquire after the Spring Festival."
"Didn’t the neighboring village just have a calf born?" Gong Tao sotis went out to help people fix appliances, so he knew a lot about the surrounding situation.
"I even brought so milk back." Gong Tao knew this was good for health, and of course, he wouldn’t miss this chance.
Ah, there’s milk at ho? Zhao Gang was astonished; how could he not know about such an important matter?
His friend was too much, not even telling him.
"I told you, but you didn’t listen." Gong Tao felt helpless, "You were too excited calculating how much money we’d make today."
Gong Tao couldn’t bear to ntion his friend’s money-minded look at the ti, although he was also eagerly looking forward to it. These days, due to buying New Year’s goods and the like, there hadn’t been any profit-sharing.
Gong Tao had been dreaming of diligently saving money, planning to build a house in a few days and then make furniture. In short, he had completely fallen out with his family and made up his mind to settle here.
Recently, Gong Tao had understood market conditions very well, for example, how much it would cost to have soone help make furniture. Of course, he could also buy old furniture from scrap stores, but he found it odd.
This is clearly a new ho, why use old furniture? Although so materials are good, no matter how good they are, they can’t hide that the stuff is utterly broken.
Getting soone to make new furniture requires not only wood but also wages, and Gong Tao didn’t have any wood. While he could cut wood from the mountains, the village is strict with logging.
Being an outsider, Gong Tao definitely wouldn’t arrogantly go up the mountain to chop wood, which ans he would have to spend money buying wood, and all these an money.
"Originally thought there would be winter fishing, then we could have a big fish, but now it’s no longer allowed." Cai ina had all kinds of expectations for so-called winter fishing.
Zhao Guangran described the scene so tantalizingly that people couldn’t help but be tempted. But now, no matter how tempted you are, don’t think you’ll see it happen.
Cai ina was very disappointed, and Gong Ruini felt it too, though a bit less so. While she hadn’t experienced the winter fishing scene in person, she at least saw videos.
However, there’s still a bit of regret; the fishball soup she planned to make was out of the question now. Even though her dad went fishing, sitting on ice in such cold weather was not a typical test.
Zhao Guangran was particularly disgruntled, "You used to be able to fish in winter, just once a year. How did it turn into digging trenches?"
Zhao Guangran certainly wasn’t willing; firstly, there’s no big fish to eat; secondly, a lot of fun was lost. When pulling up the nets, the whole village would gather, and that excitent won’t appear this year.
Zhao Guangran worried about whether next year’s would be canceled too. If it were, he’d find the winter fun before the New Year gone.
Gong Ruini couldn’t understand why with the arrival of a new leader, there would be so many rules; he seed to be a rigid person.
Who knows how this person will be? If he strictly supervises those under him, that’ll be tough, especially for her dad and Uncle Zhao.
Don’t think Zhao Gang is having a relatively free ti now. Besides his skills, it’s also because the upper managent isn’t too strict.
If it were strictly supervised, Gong Ruini knew not only would Uncle Zhao have tough tis, but her family wouldn’t either.
It’s already the 1974 Spring Festival; aren’t we supposed to be entering the post-movent era? How can there still be such people? Gong Ruini really didn’t get it.
Even though she knew life should get progressively curious and regulations should slowly loosen up, Gong Ruini understood you couldn’t relax till the end; many stumbled at dawn.
Listening to the gossip outside, Zhao Gang’s previously excited expression turned bitter, "A change in leadership feels like a shift in the wind."
Zhao Gang was actually very anxious inside. Not that swapping leaders would bring the sky down, but what if they bring trouble?
What’s more, Zhao Gang heard this guy is also a fan of criticizing others, having prospered by betraying forr teachers. It could be said he rose on the blood of teachers and friends.
Even if he looks down on him, Zhao Gang couldn’t hide his worries—what if there’s another movent, it’s no joke.
Zhao Gang was considering whether he should lay low after the New Year; if that dog across the street catches their scent, there’d be no good days ahead.
Zhao Gang originally had a new developnt plan for next year, but suddenly felt uninterested; no matter how well the plan’s made, it’s of no use without considering the surrounding context.
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