Fortunately, there were many people selling beans in the market. This kind of beans was not popular in the market, and foreigners also did not like this kind of food that would cause farting if eaten too much. They were unwilling to buy beans unless there was a second choice.
Lin Rui had no money on him, so Feng Zhenniang took out the family savings and the silver coins she had hidden on her body and gave them to him as business capital. She was relieved about her son.
If Feng Zhenniang had just thought of the money as a waste of money in the past, it was different now. Her Rui Ge'er had really reformed and become a responsible man.
The price of yellow beans in Huangmoguan was five cents per catty, and the price of mung beans was ten cents per catty. Lin Ruihe and Sanliang used the change in their hands to buy ten catties of yellow beans and fifteen catties of mung beans, and carried them back home in an ox cart.
When he came back, the Lin family members who were clearing the land in the fields could not help but run back out of curiosity. With the two foreign oxen and the plow that Lin Rui brought back, the physical labor of clearing the land was suddenly reduced. They no longer had to carry hoes to weed and turn the soil. The land plowed by the plow still had wild weed roots, which would be killed by the sun if left for a few days.
These two oxen became the most valuable assets of the Lin family. Together with the big blue ox they used to escape famine, they were treated with the highest standards of hospitality. They were fed with grass every day, a mix of fresh and dry grass. The foreign oxen were not picky about their food and could survive even without the abundant and fresh grass on the grassland on the other side.
The children found work and began herding cattle, taking a few of them to nearby areas with the most fresh grass. Huangmo Pass was separated from the other tribes by the Huangmo River, where lush grass and water were abundant. Cattle were omnivorous, and when there was no grass in the winter, they would even eat straw.
In the eyes of ancient people, raising cattle and rabbits was basically a business with no capital cost, as long as they were provided with enough fodder.
The Lin family members were really fast in reclaiming the wasteland. They got an A-level score on the first day of inspection. At this rate, the oxen that General Xing rewarded them for reclaiming the wasteland would belong to their family again.
This makes others really jealous!
What luck these people have! How come they've been fleeing famine all this time, having to sell their children and daughters, starving to death, dying of thirst, and being eaten, yet they're barely hanging on by a thread when they arrive at Huangmo Pass? And what about their tribe? They arrived in good order, looking a little odd at best (short hair), but the men, women, and children of the tribe were bustling with activity as soon as they arrived.
The adults were busy building shacks, and the children were busy delivering wood. They had strong hands and feet, smiles on their faces, and chattered loudly. It was obvious that they were children who had never suffered any hardship on the road. They trotted in circles around the adults.
Their child was so hungry that he was only breathing softly in their arms. Every morning when they woke up, they would touch their child, fearing that he was cold.
In their daily land reclamation work with these people from the Lin family, they inevitably came into contact and conversation. As time went by, they came to know that the reason the Lin family lived so well and no one died on the way to escape famine was because they had a young patriarch who knew how to plan ahead. When Linjing was not in chaos and foreign races had not invaded, and the court's illusion had fooled the people perfectly, this patriarch sold all his stock, used the money he earned to purchase supplies everywhere, and took the patriarch of the Lin family to escape famine.
As a result, before they even left Lianshan, they were told by the only member of the tribe who had escaped death that the village was gone. The bandits had burned, looted, and cooked and eaten people alive. Those villagers and tribesmen who were unwilling to leave their hometown with the tribe leader all became victims of the bandits. The surrounding villages were also burned with thick smoke and flames.
They felt so sorry for it. If they were from the village of the Lin clan leader, they would definitely pack up their things and flee with the clan leader. Having food and drink along the way would be better than selling their children and eating tree bark and grass roots. These people really didn't know how to enjoy their blessings and lost their lives in vain!
The Lin family seems easy to get along with, but they all have blood on their hands. Anyone who tries to act tough with them or take advantage of them will end up like Zheng Si and others.
Although Zheng Si deserved to die and had harmed many people along the way, the Lin family used Zheng Si and others to establish their authority. When the two masters ordered the soldiers to kill Zheng Si and others, the blood that splattered high made those with evil intentions tremble with fear. They lowered their heads in fear, fearing that they would be the next to be killed.
Although everyone envied and envied the Lin family for their oxen and their incredible speed in clearing wasteland, they could no longer muster the desire to harm others. Zheng Si and the others had met such a tragic end. Only a madman would risk his life to challenge the Lin family's mercy. Hadn't they seen the ruthlessness of their beatings? Zheng Si was beaten so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, which were swollen like steamed buns.
Lin Rui knew that no matter what time, talking about friendship and kindness to others was fake. People are born with a desire to admire the strong. If you talk to them about the cycle of good and evil, they will only think you are weak and can be bullied. Only when you beat them with your hard fists and make them cry for their parents, will they know fear and shrink back.
At this moment, Lin Zijun, Lin Zicheng and other younger people, who were even more curious than their parents, gathered around first. They opened the bag on the ox cart and saw that it was just some beans. They couldn't help but wonder, "These...are these beans?"
Before Lin Rui nodded, Lin Ziyang asked curiously: "Chief, is this the business you said you would do?"
Lin Rui nodded: "Yes. But this is just the first step. There are still a few more steps to go before I can make the goods I want to sell. Anyway, just wait and see. If I succeed, our Lin family will have another way to become rich."
These words... made Lin Zicheng and others look expectantly at the two ordinary bags of beans. They didn't know when it started, but in their eyes, the clan leader Lin Rui seemed to have the ability to turn decay into magic.
Lin Zikun dug his hoe into the soil of the planned plot, spat, and rubbed his hands: "Chief, if there is anything we can help with, just let me know!"
Lin Rui hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes, it does."
The most important things for bean sprouts are temperature and humidity. Now they all sleep in their own shacks at night with a fire in front, barely holding on, waiting to clear this crop of wasteland before considering building houses.
But growing bean sprouts and making tofu later all need to be done in a relatively sealed environment. Since he can't build a house, it would be a good idea to build a workshop first.
Lin Rui called a few uncles and gave them a general description of the workshop he wanted. The workshop he wanted was simple to build. Without bricks and tiles, he could only build a mud house with a thatched roof. With so many people in the Lin family, it would take at most one day to complete.
When a clan works together, they can work very quickly. In just one afternoon, some dug mud, some chopped trees, and some built structures, and they built the small workshop that Lin Rui needed to grow bean sprouts.
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