Lin Jinyue's entire family transmigrated. They started in hell mode, with a three-year drought and war. During their escape, her mother and brother fell into a coma, and Lin Jinyue nearly becam...
Lin Jinyue said to her father, "Dad, tomorrow I need to take a few aunties to try selling stir-fried snails. Tomorrow you should take the uncles and elders from the village to cultivate the land."
She swiped her hands across the virtual electronic screen, searching for a suitable place to farm.
There's a nice piece of land by the lake with only some small trees and a small pond that can be filled in. Once cleared, it's estimated to be 200 acres.
There was also a slightly larger open space on the other side of the river, 400 acres of which had been cleared, but it was quite far from them.
Knowing that she couldn't bite off more than she could chew, Lin Jinyue decided to finish planting the remaining 200 mu first.
Rice yields are currently very low, and Lin Jinyue's farm does not yet have high-yield rice seeds.
Moreover, although those rice varieties have high yields, the yield will gradually decrease when the seeds are saved for the following year.
Lin Jinyue was worried that it would attract too much attention and make people realize that something was wrong with her, so she decided to use ordinary rice seeds instead.
They lack everything except manpower and land.
Perfect, we can raise some crabs or snails in these rice paddies.
There are some scattered open spaces nearby where vegetables can be grown. This large area is enough for them to be self-sufficient.
Lin Shucheng said, "Girl, you may not know this because you don't farm. This land isn't very suitable for growing rice. The yield won't be very high. Do you really want to plant rice all of it?"
Lin Jinyue: "It's alright, I have a way."
Lin Shucheng noted it down and said he would clean it up tomorrow!
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The next morning, as soon as Lin Jinyue went out, she saw three large water vats in her yard, filled with snails.
She was startled; they had actually made so much.
Lin Jinyue took out the dried chilies she had prepared at the farm a few days ago and stir-fried them in a large iron pot at home.
She didn't dare to cook too much, fearing she wouldn't be able to sell it all, so she only cooked one pot.
Soon, an enticing aroma wafted over.
The smell alone makes my mouth water.
Many people from the village gathered around.