If you want to make money, you must get people
The rumor about the county magistrate's daughter-in-law finally reached the Shen family. While Shen's father was worried about his daughter's reputation and her brothers were scolding her, Shen Roujiao was smiling happily. She didn't care about any name or reputation. Anyway, she was a single and that thing was not worth money.
This rumor is a protective umbrella for the Shen family. Those who hate power will be quiet for the time being, after all, no one dares to provoke the people above them.
"Let them spread the story if they like. Dad and brother just need to remember not to deny it or explain it. Just smile when someone asks about it."
Shen Roujiao recorded the total amount of money she earned this week in her account book, which was 160.82. After deducting the 20 yuan for the car, the 5 yuan for the brush, and the 5.3 yuan for the vegetables from the skewers restaurant, her total income for the week, assuming she didn't open the stall for one day, was 130.52.
The whole family covered their mouths and laughed happily.
Only Shen Roujiao stared at the number in a daze. She was anxious because she was making too little money. She felt tired just thinking about having to fight with that group of people for this little money.
Fortunately, the stalls at the market have both business licenses and umbrellas, and are said to be on the right track.
Roughly speaking, I can earn at least 500 yuan a month.
In the days when the monthly salary in the countryside was only a dozen yuan, the Shen family could make a living by running this stall.
Lie down! No!
Having enough food and clothing and not being in debt is the first step.
The second step is to get rich and become the richest man in the village.
It has just begun.
After counting the money, count the people.
Starting next week, the fourth brother will go to the radio station in the morning. He has been practicing his pronunciation recently. He will have free time in the afternoon to prepare the ingredients for the stall in the evening.
The eldest and third brothers get up early and work late and are mainly in charge of the stalls in the market.
Dad is old, and it is too hard to work in the factory every day. He still likes farming, which gives him more freedom. There are a few plots of land with good harvests at home, and we just need to keep them to pay the public grain. We plan to give the rest of the land to my uncle Shen Shanhe's family for free, and give them a few bags of grain after they harvest the grain.
As for the second brother, he has a calm temperament, a smart mind, high emotional intelligence, and is more suitable for doing business.
What business?
Of course it is the business of digging medicinal herbs, with zero cost and high income. If you don’t do it now, when will you do it?
We will go up the mountain to dig tomorrow.
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With the ambition of becoming the richest man in the village, the Shen family, young and old, got up at dawn and went up the mountain.
Under the guidance of Shen's mother's book "Pocket Illustrated Book of Chinese Herbal Medicine", they dug and searched all the way! But they soon found a problem. For one kind of herbal medicine, according to the same description, they could dig out more than ten different kinds. They couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake.
Random digging would definitely not work, so Shen Roujiao changed his strategy and asked him and his third brother to first select the two or three most similar ones that basically matched the description from more than ten different grasses. They would use these as specimens and then dig.
Those who don’t know how to play cards get good cards!
Although it is not certain whether they found any herbs, it is certain that they found wild ginseng.
The second and fourth brothers lay in the soil, digging little by little with their hands to ensure the integrity of the roots. Everyone knew that this thing was valuable, but no one could tell how much it was worth.
Several baskets were full, and it was almost noon. On the way home, there were long and short greetings, each one more intimate than the other. When someone was curious about what was in the basket, Shen's father would tell them that they were wild vegetables he had dug in the mountains and that they were wild vegetable lumps.
"Mom, my daughter is going to marry the county's eldest son. Why is life still so miserable?"
"Haha, the boys like to eat."
Inside the wall of the Shen family's courtyard, the entire yard was covered with herbs. They initially screened out the particularly bizarre and unlike ones, sorted the herbs according to their similarity, and put them in flour bags. After lunch, Shen Roujiao was ready to set out to look for that person.
Several brothers were worried and wanted to go with her, but they were all sent back.
…
In the yard of the educated youth behind the village.
Shen Roujiao knocked on the door on the far right, but no one was there.
She called out "Dahuang" several times, but there was no dog.
Bored, I picked up a branch and wrote, "I was born to be useful, how should I use my life?"
"Go out and use it."
An impatient and cold voice came from behind.
Shen Roujiao was so frightened that she dropped the branch in her hand. The moment she stood up, her foot scratched the ground, leaving only a few words "how to use it".
The man was barefoot, his legs were covered in yellow mud, his trouser legs were rolled up one higher than the other, and he was wearing a red vest with the words "Serve the People" on his chest. His arms were sunburned black and shiny.
He was holding two fish in his hands. They must have been dead, so he didn't stir them up. There was a strong fishy smell.
He wore a straw hat with a wide brim casting a shadow on his fair and beautiful face. He had deep eye sockets, long eyelashes, and a pair of glasses without lenses on his nose. Only by looking at him could you tell that he was an educated youth.
He is the crazy Zhou Huaiyue, an educated youth who took root in the countryside and lived there. When he went to work in the countryside, he ate only 10% of his meals, exerted 50% of his strength, and did only 30% of the work. He was determined not to return to the city, and did not want any land. He relied entirely on his spiritual energy and lived on his own.
Privately, the village chief was afraid that he would starve to death, so he sent him rice, noodles, oil, and vegetables. To improve his diet, he had to catch shrimps and fish in the river.
The original text said that he was more rural than a farmer and more beggarly than a beggar, but it didn't say that he was quite handsome!
Shen Roujiao muttered to herself, "He's actually a handsome pretty boy."
The man frowned, curled his lips, squinted his eyes and looked her up and down, and after a while he said, "You! What do you want to steal again?"
"Ah? Feeding the dog secretly, is that considered stealing?" Shen Rou said in a coquettish voice, looking up at Zhou Huaiyue, who is 180 cm tall, with tenderness in her eyes.
"Forget it!" He turned around and hung the fish on the rope in the yard, then used his body to block the lock and open the door. Just as he was about to step into the house, he turned around and yelled at Shen Roujiao with a look of disgust on his face, "Why don't you leave? Do you want to stay for dinner?"
"Okay!" She smiled brightly.
"Good guy, turn right when you go out, and take care!" Zhou Huaiyue closed the door to Shen Roujiao with a bang.
She came here with a mission today, so how could she leave just because he asked her to?
Shen Roujiao leaned over the crack of the door and looked inside. Zhou Huaiyue took off his straw hat, revealing his handsome face. He took the blackened towel from the washstand, wiped the sweat from the back of his neck, threw it into the basin, splashing some water, and crossed his hands in front of him and quickly took off his red vest.
The person lying on the door crack covered his eyes, blushed to his ears, and quickly took two steps back.
The image in my mind is of a lean young body with eight-pack abs.
"Male model!" These two words were running wildly in Shen Roujiao's mind.
In the previous life, Shen Roujiao's best friend spent a lot of money on male models, and she didn't forget to show off after spending the money. "Only after ordering a male model can you know that he will block the wine for you, wipe your mouth, feed you snacks and preserved fruits, and love you and miss you until you are full!"
"No, no, no. The yellow waste should go away quickly!"
Shen Roujiao pointed her fingers at her temples and recited the Heart Sutra frantically, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form; feeling, thought, action, and consciousness are also like this..."
The door creaked open from the inside. Zhou Huaiyue stared at Shen Roujiao, who was casting spells and chanting scriptures, with a suspicious look on his face. "Are you casting a spell to curse me? You know a lot!"
"Man! That's impossible. It's past dinner time, there's no food at home, and I'll be hungry until night. Besides, the sun is strong now, I'm dizzy from the sun, and if I'm hungry, I might faint on the road and no one will see me. The girl who disappeared in Donglinggou died in this way. What if I'm like her..."
She was so delicate and charming. The more she spoke, the more miserable she became, wiping away her tears pitifully.
"Eat! Eat and leave!" It was more terrifying than cursing him.
It’s fine that he secretly fed Da Huang before, but what is he doing now?
Zhou Huaiyue returned to the house and took out two large pancakes. He stuffed one into his mouth and bit it, and handed the other to Shen Roujiao. He raised his eyebrows and pointed his chin at the hard pancake in her hand, "Eat it quickly, and leave after you finish eating. You won't die!"
"Thank you, Brother Huaiyue!" A teeth-sweet smile.
"Squat over there! Don't block the light from my grass!" Zhou Huaiyue pointed to the shady place in front of the house.
"Oh!" Shen Roujiao moved over obediently, squatted under the eaves, looked at the weeds all over the yard, and wondered what was there to grow in those weeds!
"Brother Huaiyue, it's too dry, I can't swallow it." The biscuit was so dry that it choked her throat. Just now, Shen Roujiao made up a story to gain sympathy, but now she was really about to choke.
"Water!" The enamel pot was handed out gently.
"Brother Huaiyue, can I be your friend?" One should never forget the important things.
"cannot!"
"Why? If Da Huang can be your friend, why can't I?" He argued with reason and had to win.
"I like dogs, not people." Can't you see? You're really annoying me.
"When I get up, I'm worse than a dog!"
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"Paw Patrol, Paw Patrol, break your dog legs, AK in the left hand, bomb in the right hand..." In her previous life, she heard elementary school students singing this on the street.
"???"
This person is even crazier than me. Is the county magistrate's son deaf or blind? He can't be both deaf and blind! How pitiful! He has to suffer this torture. How miserable!
"If you don't want to be my friend, you can be my mentor! Choose one!"
"Why?"
"Based on this!" Shen Roujiao took out the black plastic box from her Jiefang bag, opened it, stuffed it into Zhou Huaiyue's hand, and squatted back to a position ten meters away.
Zhou Huaiyue took out the brushes one by one, looked at them left and right, put them in the pencil case, stuffed them in his trouser pocket, and smiled at her, "What do you want to learn?"
Shen Rou stood up with a chuckle and bowed 90 degrees with great respect, "Master Zhou, please teach me how to identify medicinal herbs!"
Unexpectedly, Zhou Huaiyue's face darkened, and his voice seemed to sink into the water, hoarse, lazy and with a little hook, "If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten that I could do this! How did you know that I knew about medicinal herbs! Who told you, ah!"
Wow!
Bubble bass, magnetic and tense!
The voice is so great, "Can you ask me again?"
"?" Is there something wrong with her brain?
"Who told you that I know about medicinal herbs?" Two years ago, Zhou Huaiyue came to this village as a rural worker. He never told anyone about it, and no one knew that he knew about medicinal herbs.
Shen Roujiao of course knew this from the original text.
The ferocious plague in Xiaonanchuan City took the lives of Shen's father and third brother. More and more people in the village were infected. Zhou Huaiyue's mother rushed from the capital to rescue her son and return to Beijing.
But as a doctor, seeing such a large number of deaths, how could she just stand by and watch them die? Zhou Huaiyue's mother stayed in the village to diagnose the illness and prescribed an astonishing miraculous prescription.
The epidemic in Murakami was brought under control and the patients were out of danger.
One person tells ten people, ten people tell a hundred people.
Finally, the leaders of Xiaonanchuan City went to the village in person and asked Zhou Huaiyue's mother to go to the hardest-hit area. The prescription she prescribed was quickly promoted and used, and the epidemic was effectively controlled.
Only then did everyone know that Zhou Huaiyue's mother, Chen Zhenhua, was not only a direct disciple of the four famous doctors in Beijing, but also a favorite student of a famous academician of genetic biology.
Although Shen's father and third brother did not live to see her, many people survived because of her.
Based on this point alone, no matter how good the pen Zhou Huaiyue uses, it is not excessive.