"This..." The people in Guan Laobo's village were even more confused. If they said that this boss was a liar, then what he gave to the village chief was real money; if they said that he was not a liar, then he was trying to get their own beans for nothing. Although the beans in Huangmoguan were not very precious, they could at least fill their stomachs. They saved so many beans thanks to Huangmoguan. General Xing would not impose such high taxes, otherwise they would be the same as the refugees fleeing famine.

However, there are still some who want to try their luck: "Since you are trusted by the village chief, I will trust you boldly this time and offer a hundred kilograms."

With the first person trying it out, the second, third, and fourth people followed, and many villagers were willing to try it with a small amount of beans first, so that even if they lost money, it would not be too big.

Lin Rui didn't bring his account book today and couldn't keep track of the accounts, so he simply asked the villagers for a piece of rag and charcoal and made a simple record on it. For example, Xu Moumou bought 100 kilograms of soybeans/mung beans on credit today. The villagers couldn't write, so he asked them to press their fingerprints on the carbon black from the firewood.

After doing all this, Lin Rui and San Liang drove the ox cart back slowly.

Before he even got home, he was spotted by Lin Changxi, who was restless from his work today and kept looking towards the path. He immediately dropped the hoe in his hand, ran out of the reclaimed land with one foot deep and one foot shallow, walked quickly to the ridge of the field and waited until the ox cart got closer, then he trotted over.

"How's it going, Ruige'er? Did you sell any?" Lin Changxi had been worried all day about not being able to sell bean sprouts. While the price of two cents per pound wasn't high, especially since it was winter, it wasn't expensive at all. But he was concerned about Ruige's business with the people. These days, everyone was struggling, and two cents per pound of wheat bran would probably be enough for countless meals.

Sanliang unloaded the bags of beans from the cart and said with a smile, "Master, they are all sold out. We have been selling out in less than half an hour since we opened the stall."

"Really!" Lin Changxi's serious expression finally relaxed.

Lin Rui nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, Dad, you can rest assured now. The market for bean sprouts is huge. Do you know how much money we earned today?" He asked quietly in Lin Changxi's ear.

Lin Changxi subconsciously asked him, "How much did you earn?"

Lin Rui raised a finger and said, "One or two."

"What!" Lin Changxi's eyes widened in disbelief. "He sold only one or two taels in just a short while!"

Lin Rui nodded with a smile. In the evening, the Lin family members came to ask about Lin Rui's situation. Lin Rui did not hide it. After hearing that he sold one or two taels of silver in just one day, everyone became excited.

Lin Zijun was so surprised that he stuttered: "Is this little thing so profitable?"

The cost was 200 wen, but it was sold for more than 1,200 wen. The profit has increased fivefold. How can one not be jealous?

Lin Zizheng and Lin Zikun were filled with excitement in their eyes and hearts. They looked at Lin Rui with burning eyes: "Chief, do you think we can do it?"

Lin Rui nodded and smiled, "Of course." He had taken this into consideration when he was planning to do the bean sprout business. In ancient times, tribesmen always stuck together, and there was strength in numbers, just like when they were fleeing from famine. Other victims would not dare to bully you if there were more people. Even bastards like Lei Da and Zheng Si would only dare to steal at night, not rob in broad daylight.

His goal is very clear, to make the rich first and then help the poor get rich, and to be a hands-off boss, a safe and stable salted fish in troubled times, and not get involved no matter what.

He couldn't spend his whole life cultivating the land. If he were one of the common people of this era, used to working and stopped thinking, that wouldn't matter, and his life of suffering would pass. But the key point was that he wasn't like that. He was a retiree from the modern era who had planned to live a leisurely life. He finally got a good life, but ended up traveling here.

Lin Changxi, Feng Zhenniang, Lin Zaozao, Lin Susu, Mu Tou, Qingqing, Niuniu and others are all blood relatives of the original body. Lin Zicheng, Lin Zizheng and others have always supported his decisions since fleeing famine. Although Lin Pingmao is also the head of the village and the clan leader, the way of being a clan leader is different.

He couldn't let the younger generation of the Lin family, like him, still work hard on the land, so change was necessary. It was time for the Lin family to change its ways.

Being a businessman is better than being a destitute commoner, working in the fields all your life, never having enough to eat, and even eating meat is a luxury.

Lin Rui said, "Since bean sprouts are profitable, starting today, I'll share the secrets of growing them. Yesterday, we received an order from the Xing Family Army for 1,000 kilograms of bean sprouts. We're expected to continue placing orders in the future, which will provide a significant and steady source of income. Besides the border markets, the largest market is in Baituo Town. If we have enough manpower, we can definitely expand the business there as well."

Zhang Dacui, who had been listening intently to the conversation, quickly squeezed over and said, "Right, right, right. The clan leader is right. We're not afraid of hardship. As long as we can earn money, it's fine. No matter how tiring it is, can it be as tiring as working in the fields during the busy farming season?"

Everyone nodded after hearing this, except Feng Zhenniang, who pulled her son out of the crowd with an unhappy look on her face, regardless of the opinions of other members of the Lin family.

"Mom, what happened?" Lin Rui turned around and looked at her.

Feng Zhenniang said, "You're stupid!" "Rui'er, even though you're the clan leader, who would be so foolish as to share the skills to make a fortune with others? Even though we share the same surname, Lin, people's hearts are often different. If you teach your apprentice, you might as well starve yourself to death!"

"Mom, I know." Ancient craftsmen all had their own secrets. Aside from their own children and grandchildren, any apprentice who wanted to learn a craft had to work like a slave for three years in their master's household. Only if the master was pleased would they teach them a few tricks. Otherwise, it was just a matter of enduring hardship. If they met a ruthless master, becoming a master would be a distant prospect.

Now he is fine. He just invented the bean sprouts yesterday and planned to tell his clan members the secret today. But how can this be possible? With more people, there will be more bean sprouts. Where can he sell all the bean sprouts? He can't just keep quiet and make a fortune.

Feng Zhenniang was not satisfied with Lin Rui's easygoing manner: "You know? You know shit! Do we all have to do this? Your father, Mu Tou, San Liang and your brother-in-law are too busy to handle it. If you teach this good business to your clansmen, what else will you get except that everyone will remember you for your kindness?"

"Mom, I know what's going on. What's the point of being a small vendor? We should be big suppliers. These bean sprouts are just a small way for me to win people over. Besides, the secret of sprouting won't be kept secret for long. We are all old hands in growing crops. I haven't seen it before, but now I can understand the trick with just a little guess. In this case, I might as well give it to you as a favor. If I need help in business in the future, you can lend a hand, right?"