Zhao Qingyan held the binoculars, explaining as she looked. Huang's curious nature came out again.
"My dear, what is this? Let Grandma see it."
Zhao Qingyan then realized that she had been a bit unfair for only focusing on her own observation, and quickly handed the binoculars to Huang.
"Grandma, this is a telescope; you can also call it 'Thousand-Mile Eye.'"
You can see very far. Hold the smaller side towards your eyes and look into the distance.
Before Zhao Qingyan could finish her introduction, Huang Shi, as if she had no prior knowledge, was already observing the distance.
"Wow, this is really a great thing. It can be seen clearly from so far away."
Using it for hunting would be wonderful. Imagine how many more animals you could catch!
The territory next to the wolf pack belongs to the black bear.
Good heavens, that bear couple looks quite loving. Their baby looks pretty big too.
Oh dear, look at that bunch of silly rabbits. In this place teeming with wild beasts, they actually dare to make their home here. They really don't know their own limitations.
Wow, so much meat! This place is all meat!
This old lady hasn't eaten bear paws or drunk tiger bone wine in years. Oh dear... *slurp*
As Huang spoke, her saliva became somewhat uncontrollable.
Zhao Qingyan was baffled by Huang's love of food.
We've fed Huang quite a bit lately, but it's like the old lady has opened Pandora's box. She's gone further and further down the path of gluttony.
"Grandma, if you want to eat those things, I think we should go somewhere else."
Even if we risk going over there and attacking that black bear, we won't be able to escape from the wolves, tigers, and leopards around us.
"How about we go somewhere else when we have some free time? If we come across someone alone, we can strike without any worries. Grandma, what do you think?"
Mrs. Huang still had a strong craving, but she knew her granddaughter was right.
"I know, I'm just saying. I don't have that kind of ability to wipe out so many ferocious beasts at once. I'm really envious."
What could Zhao Qingyan say?
"Grandma, let's go. Let's let those herbivores go today."
Next time you come over, if you have the chance, I'll rush in and get you a few cows or sheep to have some fun.
I wish my space could hold living things.
If it weren't for the fact that everyone who goes in alive would die, I'd go catch more wild game. We can cook it whenever we want, it'll be so fresh!
I've never eaten bear paw before.
The analysis is complete; these two are definitely from the same family.
The food and drink in Zhao Qingyan's space are so abundant that she couldn't finish them even in two lifetimes, let alone a lifetime.
But I just can't shake the habit of wanting to stuff good things into my pocket.
Especially with natural pastures right there, it would feel like a waste not to take action.
The grandmother and grandson wiped the suspicious liquid from the corners of their mouths and set off on their way home.
When we arrived at Zhao Family Village, it was already late. Luckily, we were staying at the foot of the mountain, otherwise we would have certainly alerted the villagers.
In the valley, Zhao Qingyan read through the entire guide to aquaculture techniques, since there were chickens, ducks, geese, and sheep in the valley.
Before going to sleep, he didn't forget to remind Mrs. Huang.
"Grandma, do you think we should go talk to the village chief about enclosing land for raising pigs tomorrow?"
Let's see if we can teach the villagers pig-raising techniques, or raise them ourselves.
If we raise them ourselves, we'll have to buy people.
If I were to teach it to the villagers, I'd have to sign a contract, otherwise the technique would quickly be leaked.
Huang pondered for a moment,
"Okay, let me think about it. I'll go talk to your village chief about this tomorrow."
If I hadn't tasted your pork for comparison, I would have thought our pork tasted pretty good.
Now, Grandma would rather eat vegetarian food than pork.
Zhao Qingyan felt the same way.
"Yes, Grandma, the pork here smells too gamey. There's nothing we can do about it, since none of it has been castrated."
If the meat had been castrated, our pork would have sold for at least fifty or sixty yuan per jin (a unit of weight in China) in later generations, which is roughly equivalent to fifty or sixty wen (another unit of currency).
Upon hearing the price, Huang's eyes lit up.
"So expensive?"
If our pork could sell for that price, not to mention if we could raise a few hundred pigs, we'd be rich!
Zhao Qingyan belatedly realized that this grandmother was no ordinary person.
Anyone who can think of making money just by hearing the price is truly born to be a businessman.
The next day, after breakfast, Huang went to Zhao Jinfa's house.
When Huang arrived, the village chief's family had just removed the dining table.
"When did you get back, sister-in-law? Have you eaten? If not, I'll make you a bowl of egg noodles right now."
Zhao Qinshi said very warmly.
"Thank you, sister-in-law. I've already eaten. I'm here today to talk to my cousin about something."
Zhao Jinfa was quite surprised.
What I was thinking was,
"My sister-in-law has always been a sensible person. Is it a good thing or a bad thing that she asked me to talk to her alone?"
Regardless of the unexpected circumstances, the younger generation was dismissed. Zhao Qinshi also wanted to leave, but Huangshi kept her there.
Just kidding, it would be a bit inappropriate to let Zhao Qinshi go out like this.
Even though we're all quite old, we still need to avoid suspicion when necessary.
"Cousin, I won't beat around the bush. Before I came back, I said I was going to buy a book, but I ended up buying a book specifically about raising pigs."
It is said that this book was passed down from their ancestors.
They say there's a way to remove the gamey smell from pork. Pork without that smell is delicious.
So I'm thinking of buying a plot of land first, raising pigs, and making some money.
Let's teach this method to our fellow villagers so we can all make money together.
A common saying among those who are humble is, "When poor, one should cultivate one's own virtue; when successful, one should benefit all under heaven." This saying also troubles me.
I'm currently busy reading with the children, and I feel bad about distracting him with these little things.
After thinking it over and over, I still need to ask my cousin for his opinion.
"Look, what should we do about this?"
Huang finished speaking in one breath, acting as if it were a big problem that had been bothering her for a long time and she had to get it off her chest.
Zhao Jinfa was so excited that his hands were trembling. What did it mean to remove the gamey smell of pork?
If this method really works, and pork tastes better, wouldn't the price also increase?
With higher prices, will pig farming become profitable, and will Zhao Family Village be able to reach new heights?
Without realizing it, he reached for his pipe, filled it, and lit it.
He took several puffs before he could finally calm his excited heart.
"Sister-in-law, this good thing needs to be considered carefully. This skill can be taught to the villagers, but it can't be taught away for no reason."
Things given away for free are worthless. How about this: you look around the village and see if there's any land suitable for you to raise pigs, how about some wasteland?
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