Wan Feng carried Zhan Ling and Zhan Shitou to the kang, one on each side of him.

Han Guangjia and Zhan Honggui sat together, and it looked like they were ready to have a couple of drinks.

Wan Feng didn't buy any beer today, so he stayed away from the drinking crowd and didn't get involved.

Wan Feng also called An Lizhi to the table and started eating.

"Brother! You don't drink?" An Lizhi asked in surprise when she saw Wan Feng holding a bowl of rice.

Wan Feng shook his head: "I don't drink."

"Don't smoke either?"

"I almost never smoke, except for some social occasions."

An Lizhi took advantage of the situation and said, "Look at Brother Xiao Wan, he doesn't drink or smoke. Look at you!"

"What's wrong with me? He is still young. He will learn everything in two years. Come on, Brother Han, let's have a drink. Don't listen to women." Zhan Honggui showed his chauvinistic spirit.

An Lizhi curled her lips in anger.

Zhan Honggui and Han Guangjia toasted, and Wan Feng put canned meat into the bowls of Zhan Ling and Zhan Shitou.

"You get one, you get two. You get one, you get two!"

Zhan Shitou protested loudly: "No, no, why does my sister get two and I only get one?"

"Isn't your sister older than you and you younger than me?"

"What's wrong with being small? I can eat even though I'm small!" Zhan Shitou was not ashamed but proud of it.

"I told you that you were a loser, but you still didn't admit it."

"What does being edible have to do with being a waste material?"

"Why doesn't it matter? If you can eat, are you a glutton? Gluttons are usually useless!"

Zhan Shitou was confused. It seemed that things were not going well. If someone could eat, he would be a glutton, and if he was a glutton, he would be useless?

"Do you want two more now?"

Zhan Shitou weighed it over and over again and still felt that it was more suitable, so he whispered, "Yes!"

Wan Feng laughed and made a small bowl for each of the two little ones.

The two little guys were so happy that they were beaming with joy, eating happily and making a lot of noise.

In their little heads, this is a New Year's treat.

Children are still children after all, with small bellies and a lot of sleepiness.

Their little stomachs were filled in a short while, and after a while, the two little guys fell asleep on the kang with their foreheads touching.

An Lizhi pulled a quilt over the two children with a kind look on her face.

The two children here have fallen asleep, and over there, Zhan Honggui and Han Guangjia have also had three cups of wine and started chatting about all sorts of things.

"Brother Wan, what on earth are you doing playing the slow guitar here?"

"Meet the boat."

"Oh, by the way, picking up the boat, you mentioned that and I forgot."

An Lizhi said dissatisfiedly: "You drank too much, what's wrong? You're talking nonsense again."

It would have been fine if An Lizhi hadn't said anything, but as soon as she did, Zhan Honggui took another sip.

"We imported a shipload of soybeans from across the country. Isn't this place close? The Russian ship came directly from Khabarovsk, so there's no need to go to Fuyuan Port."

It is 65 kilometers from Khabarovsk to Fuyuan Port, while Slow Guitar is only 20 kilometers away from Khabarovsk.

"How much do you get per pound of soybeans from the Russians?" The woman was only concerned about practical things.

Wan Feng had no idea how much a pound of soybeans cost. These soybeans were counted in the one million rubles and were just an extra.

"What is the purchase price of soybeans here this year?" Wan Feng did not answer but asked in return.

"19 cents a pound, about that."

"We charge much cheaper than this. It can be eight or nine cents cheaper in synthetic Chinese currency." Wan Feng talked nonsense.

"Soybeans are so cheap over there!"

"Has the average soybean yield per mu here reached 400 kilograms?"

An Lizhi shook her head: "I can't reach that this year, I guess it will be just over 350 kilograms."

A yield of 350 kilograms per mu is already a good harvest.

In a normal year in Heilongjiang, the soybean yield per mu is only about 300 kilograms, and more than 400 kilograms is considered a bumper year.

"One mu of land brings in 60 to 70 yuan, and seven and a half mu of land can be sold for over 500 yuan. After paying for fertilizers, seeds, pesticides, and labor, is there anything left?"

Zhan Honggui put down his wine glass and sighed, "Just make do with it, what else can we do?"

"Brother Zhan, why don't you go out and do some business? There's no future in just clinging to these few acres of land."

"Doing business? What kind of business can I do?" Zhan Honggui looked at his left arm and sighed even more heavily.

"I have an idea for you. Move to Chengshan Commune and choose a good spot to open a small shop on the street. I guarantee it will be better than farming these few acres."

Zhan Honggui looked puzzled: "Open a store?"

"Yes! I've seen that there are very few people running shops here. I remember when we came from Chengshan, there was only one shop in Chengshan besides the supply and marketing cooperative. Listen to me, sell your house here and buy a house on the street in Chengshan Commune. Open a shop there, and I guarantee you'll make at least two to three thousand yuan a year."

"Can you make so much money just by opening a small shop?" An Lizhi was surprised at first.

"This is still a conservative estimate. In the future, more and more people will open shops, to the point where almost every village has one. By then, you can also do wholesale, and making tens of thousands a year won't be a problem. It won't require much effort, and you can do anything. How great is that."

"Earning tens of thousands is something I can't even imagine." Zhan Honggui had never done this before and felt it was a bit unbelievable.

"You can do it if you take my word for it."

"How much capital does it take to open a store?" An Lizhi was tempted and started asking practical questions.

Wan Feng had never opened a store, but he often fiddled with supplies and knew the prices of many items, so he could probably make a pretty accurate estimate.

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