Today's supper was eaten at Li Wanxiang's house.

Li Wanxiang brought back so much money, and Liu Erhua and Wei Sanya also received wages, so Liu Erhua was very happy and steamed mixed buns for dinner.

In the countryside in this era, due to insufficient food, they usually only eat thin dinners. In the winter season, farmers only eat two meals a day, let alone eat hard food such as mixed masks for dinner. For example, Li Wan's family usually only steam mixed masks when they come to distinguished guests or during the busy farming season. The only way to eat steamed buns is the guests and the main labor force at home, and women and children cannot eat them. Today, Li Wanxiang's family has earned so much money, and Liu Erhua has become generous.

Today's mixed buns are steamed with white flour and corn flour. Two pounds of pork belly are cut into large slices and cooked. Liu Erhua also stir-fryed a few side dishes and served them together.

Today, the steamed bun is steamed a lot and the meat is enough. Everyone has a portion of it, whether it is a woman or a child. The bun is filled with large pieces of pork belly, and it will be full of oil when it bites it.

Li Qingqi said while eating: "Today is better than the New Year! It would be great if it was like today every day, with candy, steamed buns and meat!"

Li Qinglin smiled and said, "It's not easy to eat steamed buns and meat. As long as you can make money like these in the next few days, you will have everything!"

Li Qingqi said a little discouraged: "You can make money, but I can't."

Li Qinglin laughed and said, "It's not easy for you to make money. Just listen to me and I can make money!"

Liu Erhua was a little suspicious when she heard this and said, "Can Qingqi make money? He can't put down the ground and can't put in any effort. Why can he make money?"

Li Qinglin smiled and said, "It doesn't have to make money that requires effort. He can't do anything else, can he raise chickens?"

Liu Erhua still didn't believe it and said, "We have raised a few chickens in our family. After so many years, our family has not made a fortune by raising chickens?"

Li Qinglin laughed: "How many chickens do you raise?" He then pointed at Li Qinglin with his hand: "A person like Qingqi can raise at least dozens or hundreds of chickens!"

Liu Xiuzhen was shocked when she heard this and said, "Qinglin, you have never raised chickens. You must know that chickens are not easy to raise. This flat-haired beast is particularly edible. How many chickens can we afford? How much food should we eat in a day for dozens or hundreds of chickens? Where can we get so much food to feed it? As the saying goes, "There are thousands of people in the family, but flat-haired beasts are not counted. These flat-haired beasts are particularly prone to chicken plague. If they die when they are half-aged, they will lose all their money!"

Li Qinglin looked disdainful and said, "Chicken can eat other things if they don't eat food! I have a way to prevent chicken plague, so chickens won't die of plague."

Liu Xiuzhen was still a little skeptical: "How is this possible?"

Li Wanxiang, who was drinking, was displeased and said, "Qinglin said there was a way, then there must be a way! I believe him,"

Li Wanquan also agreed completely and said, "Damn, Qinglin must have a good idea. If you want to raise this chicken, Qingqi, it is absolutely right!"

The head of the family spoke, so the housewife naturally had no time to say anything, but Liu Xiuzhen and Liu Erhua were still talking while muttering, guessing that Li Qinglin had any good ways to make the chicken eat less food and avoid chicken plague.

The wine price of dried sweet potatoes is very cheap, but the wine is very high. After drinking a few glasses of wine from Li Wanquan and Li Wanxiang, a lot of red added to their black faces.

Li Wanxiang picked up a glass of wine, touched Li Wanquan, drank it with a "spicy" sound, and then picked up a chopstick dish, which tasted delicious.

He and Li Wanquan don’t have much alcohol tolerance, and they sweat until they drink it, and they feel dizzy.

He looked left and right, looked everyone all over, and said to Li Wanquan with infinite emotion: "Wanquan, why do I think we are about to be rich?"

Liu Erhua curled her lips and said, "I see you let you burn some money today. Our family only has a few broken houses and a few acres of dry land. If it weren't for Qinglin, we spinning and making money, you wouldn't even dare to dream of a rich man!"

Liu Erhua's words reminded Li Wanquan. He hurriedly asked Li Qinglin: "Qinglin, you said that our family bought land that day. I thought about it and could only afford the deserted slope of the west side of the village. But that piece of land is a slope, and the land is very thin and doesn't even like to grow weeds. Do you think we can buy it?"

Li Qinglin said: "Let's wade the slope into terraces, then put fertilizer on the soil and then become good land in a few years. In fact, you can grow sweet potatoes even if you are thin. Sweet potatoes are grain, and sweet potato vines can also feed livestock."

Li Wanxiang said, "Qinglin is right. Sweet potatoes are a good thing. A few years ago, I worked as a carpenter in Woniu Mountain. People in that area mainly grow sweet potatoes. Sweet potatoes are a good thing. They are drought-resistant to barrenness and have a high yield. One acre of land can produce more than 1,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes; sweet potatoes can be eaten as rice, and can also be made into vermicelli, sugar, wine making, and sweet potato vines are good ingredients for feeding animals!"

Li Wanquan said: "A few days ago, I dug a few shovels on the small soil slope at the west end of the village. It turned out that the place was urethra, so it was a lot of money to grow! If I bought it there and then made it into a good land, it would take a lot of effort!"

Marine soil is commonly known by local farmers for a kind of soil that is not completely weathered. This soil is very hard and difficult to dig; it consists of small pieces of spherical soil, with small soil balls yellow and brown in size, just as big as the urethra. This soil is not completely weathered, and its nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium content is extremely low and it does not retain water. The steamed bun slope is such soil, so even weeds are difficult to grow.

Li Qinglin smiled and said, "No one is willing to ask for such a bad land, so the price we buy is definitely low. Anyway, we have the strength to spend more time picking up some river mud and pond mud, and spend some money to add some fertilizer. No matter how bad the land is, it can make a good land!"

Chinese farmers' love for land is deeply rooted, and buying houses and land is a traditional farmer's biggest dream. Although the land on the steamed bun slope is thin, it is also land after all! "The land is scraping gold plates, and people are hard-working and not lazy." The two brothers Li Wanquan, who have been working for others for a lifetime, have the most say in this sentence. No matter how hard the land you rely on, it can become fertile land!

Li Wanquan, the more Li Wanxiang heard, his eyes brighter and brighter. Finally, Li Wanxiang slapped the table and said loudly: "Well, let's buy this piece of land! Wanquan, we will go to the ancestor's house tomorrow. If he bids appropriately, each of us will buy a few acres!"

The ancestor actually did not have the surname Zu, but Li. He was the patriarch of the Li family. Because of his high generation, age and status, the clan members called him the ancestor, which was actually the abbreviation of the ancestor.

The ancestor was seventy years old and lived in Dalizhuang on the other side of the hillside. The ancestral hall of the Li family was built in Dalizhuang. The ancestor's family had 100 acres of land. He was not very rich in the Li family, but he was a scholar from the Qing Dynasty. He had the highest seniority in the Li family and was more fair in his behavior. Therefore, the Li family elected him as the patriarch.

In the old days, the ownership of rural fields and forests was divided into two categories: public and private. Private fields and forests belong to each household, and the ownership belongs to each household, and the income obtained belongs to the individual; public fields and forests belong to the family, which are commonly known as clan fields, school fields, charity fields, etc. The income obtained is used for family public affairs such as sacrifices of this surname, education, support for widows, widows, orphans, and repairing bridges and roads.

The clan field is managed by the clan leader, and only he has the right to decide on land lease and sale. The deserted slope at the west end of the village is called Mantou slope, which belongs to the clan property, so if Li Wanquan wants to buy it, he must have the consent of the ancestor.

At this moment, Zhou De was shot in the cotton with a sound of "kick, kick, kick, bang-bang-bang" sounded in the village, and a new round of spinning began again.

Liu Xiuzhen and the others quickly cleaned up the dishes and worked overtime tonight.

Liu Erhua thought of a question and asked Li Qinglin: "Qinglin, should we add more staff and invite people from other villages to spin cotton? After all, if there are more staff, we will make more money!"

Li Qinglin shook his head and said, "Aunt, today we went to the town to sell yarn. The yarn collector asked why we had so much yarn. I said it was collected from all households in our village. If the public knew that our spinning was so large, the donations and taxes would be all spread to our family? Besides, if we were too powerful, let those who would know that we made money so much, wouldn't we have to flatten our family?"

Liu Erhua nodded and said, "Qinglin is right! I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, but I'm afraid of thieves thinking about it! Xiuzhen, Sanya, when I go to spin the yarn later, I told them to tell them that it was spun by each household. If the taxes were really collected by the public, the wages of spinning a pound of cotton can only be paid for five copper rounds, and the wages of playing a pound of cotton can be half the weight. I don't believe that they don't want to ask for more wages."

Liu Xiuzhen and Wei Sanya nodded and said yes.

Li Qinglin couldn't help but sigh, indeed wisdom is all among the people! Liu Erhua kidnapped everyone's interests with such a simple method, and these people will definitely keep their mouths tight. Talent!
Chapter completed!