Reborn with a Space: Building a Fortune Amidst Famine

Here, Zhao Qingjie arrived at his father-in-law's house with a cart.

"Dad, my little sister is getting married. She found a driver from the transport team, they're living in the city, and they haven't got meat for the banquet yet. Can we sell them our big pig?"

"Xiao Li found a husband?"

"Yes, they've even gotten their marriage certificate. She needs to sort out her household registration and inform everyone here as well."

"That's great news, no problem. I'll call your three brothers now to tie up the pig and load it on the cart for you."

Zhao Qingjie was quite respected in his father-in-law's house. He went to the storeroom and found a steelyard scale, something every household needed to have to make sure they met their quotas accurately.

This was about buying a pig, so it needed to be formal, but he couldn't underpay.

The pig was really quite large now, weighing around two hundred jin. They had taken good care of it over the winter.

"Dad, I'll bring you the money tonight."

"No rush."

"No worries, at the latest, I'll come over tomorrow."

Zhao Qingjie, towing the tied-up pig, headed back, figuring that they wouldn't slaughter it until tomorrow.

Zhao Qingxiang directly bought forty jin of cottonseed oil, which was quite nice, twenty jin for each family.

The money was given by Zhou Yongbing. Zhao Qingxiang wanted to pay, but he was stopped, because how could he let his brother-in-law pay?

"Xiao Bing. Do you city folks have grinding mills? Can you grind flour?"

"Yes, we can."

"I was thinking if not, we'd come back here to grind the flour."

"That works too."

"Actually, it's quite nice here as well. You can use a little donkey to pull the millstone, otherwise, you'd have to push it manually."

After putting down the oil, the two hastily carried out two bags of wheat.

There was a stone mill in the house, making it very convenient for grinding flour.

By the time Zhao Qingjie returned, the two bags of wheat had already been ground.

"Big brother, are we slaughtering the pig today or tomorrow?"

Zhao Qingxiang checked the time. "Slaughtering it today, we wouldn't make it. Forget it, let's do it tomorrow." So the four men carried the pig back into the pigsty. There shouldn't be any problem for just one night.

Then they started grinding flour again. Xu Hongbing really liked this house. But the little sister-in-law had already spoken. This house was originally wanted by Mr. Li, but he didn't compete for it because of her.

Now that she's married and leaving, it should go to Mr. Li first.

Who wouldn't want this house? It's convenient everywhere, with enough rooms. There's a large front and back yard, not to mention the stone mill.

But no matter how much he liked it, it wasn't his. He knew Li Hongxiang was not an ordinary person, just hoping they'd leave too. That way, he would acquire it all over here because it's truly a treasure trove of feng shui.

This year, he raised dozens of ducks, just secretly selling duck eggs earned him one hundred yuan, and he sold more than a hundred ducks.

How much can you earn from farming? You still have to think about doing something else.

"Big brother, you could raise more pigs this year. When I deliver fertilizer, I can bring them over for you to sell. Selling for a dime more per jin is definitely doable."

"That's great, we can also raise more chickens, ducks, and geese, we can pickle them into salted meats, boil them, and then we wouldn't have to worry about them going bad halfway."

The four men chatted and laughed in the courtyard.

Zhou Yongbing being able to sell their goods for more money was certainly the best.

"We lack everything. It's just that due to regulations, we can't bring much.

Now it's fine. I can just say it's from you guys for us. That way, no one can say anything."

Xu Hongbing thought this was a really good method. No need for anything else. Just collect some cotton, and then earn the price difference.

Anyway, his mind was always on how to make money.

The food was almost ready on this side too. The Li family's three generations came over. Li Shaoguang pushed two bags of soybeans.

"Xiao Li, what do you need soybeans for?"

"My father-in-law can make tofu, and there's equipment at home. We need tofu for our wedding, and after that, we eat it at home too."

"Well then, that's fine."

"My father-in-law says he can also make tofu skin."

"Quite convenient, isn't it."

"Actually, if it were allowed, we wouldn't need to do anything else. Just make tofu in the city and sell it, and we'd make quite a bit of money.

But the city regulates it very strictly, you can't just do whatever you want."

"Yeah, it's true. If neighbors want to trade, it shouldn't be a big problem, right? When I went to visit my aunt in the city, they could trade tofu. Soybeans, grains, money, anything works," Sun Yun said with a smile.

"I've seen that too. But my older sister's mother-in-law says it's too expensive, not worth it."

"Now you don't have to worry about eating tofu. With so many soybeans, you can make quite a lot of tofu."

Soon, Feng Baoshan and his wife also came over.

It was still two tables, though not as fancy as at Su Yuanyuan's wedding, but there was meat, and they were generous with the oil. The food tasted really good.

Feng Baoshan was particularly cordial today. Sure, this farm is like a big family, and he's like the head of the family. What could be more comforting than watching over the daughters who are getting married and caring for the family?

The meal was quite a success; everyone was very happy.

After seeing off everyone, only the couple was left at home.

It had been several days since they had been together. For a normal man, it was hard not to want some time with his wife, especially since it was interrupted on the second night of their wedding.

The house was much warmer today, and Zhao Yanli even lit the stove. She was planning to take a bath because it was really inconvenient outside.

It felt different at home, and Yuanyuan had left all the supplies there.

"You go to the main room and wait for me. I'll be done soon. You can take a bath too."

After all, Zhou Yongbing was a man, and naturally, he was reluctant. This was his rightful wife, why should he go out? But Zhao Yanli insisted, leaving him no choice but to go out.

Zhao Yanli bathed for an hour, finally feeling a lot more relaxed. She felt really comfortable after the bath.

When Zhou Yongbing was taking a bath, she sat in the main room by the fire, and soon her hair was dry.

That night, Zhou Yongbing was quite delighted. He thought to himself that it was just him, who didn't have a wife to hold on the second day of their wedding.

The next day, they didn't get up early. It was past nine o'clock when they finally got up to make breakfast.

Before they could eat, the Zhao Qingxiang brothers had already come over.

Slaughtering a pig was quite a task, but the two brothers had been practicing, and they've been slaughtering similar pigs over the past few years.

When everything was just about ready, Xu Hongbing and his wife also came over. Zhao Xiaojing had thought it through over the night; her life wasn't bad. She had a man who was good to her, a son, and she could make money. What more could she ask for? So today, she came with a much more genuine smile.

After Zhao Yanli and her husband quickly finished eating, Zhou Yongbing went on to help, and Zhao Yanli and her two sisters started boiling water.

Slaughtering a pig requires a lot of hot water, and they would need to process the pig's blood into blood tofu.