Yang Xiaohong pursed her lips when she saw the four cents in his hand.
He snatched the meat from Zuo Jiaming's hand and weighed it in his hand.
He scoffed, "I think there's only two jin. Why are you giving her more money? Do you have too much money to spend? Give it to me."
Yang Xiaohong snatched the four cents and stuffed it into her pocket.
Fang Jie was speechless. She knew that the woman was a scoundrel, and that saying more would only make her angry. So she simply kept quiet and went to cut up the meat.
Zuo Jiaming turned and left with a dark expression.
Yang Xiaohong tried to pick a fight with Fang Jie, but Song Fanxing hit her with a broom.
"Get out! If you don't leave, I'll hit you!"
Yang Xiaohong fled Fang Jie's house in a disheveled state.
Soon, half a pig was sold out.
Fang Jie took out half of the remaining food and gave it to the army canteen so that the cooks could prepare a New Year's Eve dinner for the comrades who couldn't go home.
We'll keep the other half for ourselves.
Song Darong was deeply moved.
Where can you find such a capable and generous wife?
The first New Year's Eve dinner after arriving at the military base was very lavish.
Stewed pork knuckle, chicken stew with mushrooms, braised fish, radish stew with pork ribs, and a few side dishes.
The only regret is that Song Yaohui can't come back.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, we ate dumplings.
Fang Jie packed quite a lot.
Fang Jie asked Song Yaohua and Song Fanxing to deliver dumplings to Sister Liu's house next door.
She received a lot of help from Sister Liu this year, and she should reciprocate.
When Sister Liu saw the two large plates of dumplings, she was so moved that she didn't know what to say.
Fang Jie is such a wonderful girl.
She's from the South and doesn't know how to make dumplings.
But Fang Jie's dumplings were delicious, and the family of three finished both plates of dumplings.
Even the picky eater Fu Yichen couldn't help but say, "Aunt Fang's dumplings are really delicious."
Political Commissar Fu was still not satisfied after finishing his meal.
He said, "Wife, why don't you learn how to make dumplings from Fang Jie?"
Sister Liu replied, "Okay."
Time flies.
Before she knew it, Song Fanxing was in her third year of junior high school.
Song Yaohua and Fu Yichen went to serve as soldiers on the western border.
Both of them had average grades and had no hope of getting into university.
Just then, some openings came up, and Song Darong and Political Commissar Fu discussed it and decided to send both of them to Xicheng to serve in the army.
Political Commissar Fu was overjoyed when Fu Yichen left.
With his youngest son at home, he feels like he's constantly on edge, which is bad for his health.
To live a few more years, I should send my son away.
Let the troops deal with him.
A few years ago, the environment was tense, and you had to sell things secretly for fear of getting caught.
Now that things have opened up, the outside world has a completely new look.
Song Fanxing was looking for something to do.
She has a spiritual spring space, so it would be best to use it for things like farming and animal husbandry.
After thinking about it for several nights, she decided to start a pig farm.
She told Fang Jie about this idea.
Fang Jie was taken aback. She had never thought of going that far. At most, she dreamed of raising a few more pigs in her own yard, keeping one for her own consumption and selling the rest to make money.
Now we don't have to hand over the pigs for the New Year; we can sell them all and make money.
Song Fanxing: "Mom, if we're going to do something, let's do something big. Don't worry about the food, I'll figure something out."
Fang Jie: "Mom isn't worried about the food, but she's timid and afraid of messing it up."
She was uneducated and used to rely on sheer drive to make a good living.
She is very satisfied with her current life. Once people become complacent, they become lazy and unwilling to take risks.
She was the same.
If she loses everything and wipes out her savings, she'll be heartbroken.
Song Fanxing knew what she was thinking.
Jieli reassured her, "Mom, don't be afraid. I'm here, and I won't let you lose money. Besides, with our current yard, it's not realistic for you to raise more pigs. We might as well just open a pig farm and raise them freely."
Fang Jie was persuaded by Song Fanxing and given a guarantee, so she agreed without really understanding what was going on.
The next step is to find a venue.
Song Fanxing has also thought this through.
She had observed that there was a suitable village nearby, on the way to the town, called Shuanghe Village.
If a pig farm were located in this village, transportation would be convenient.
Moreover, it's only 5 kilometers away from the family compound, so they can easily take care of the residents.
Without further ado, Song Fanxing took leave the next day and went to Shuanghe Village with Fang Jie.
They asked around until they found the village secretary's house.
They explained their purpose.
The village party secretary initially disagreed, but Song Fanxing proposed distributing dividends to the villagers every year, based on population.
The village secretary stared at the little girl, looking as if he didn't believe her.
"Little kid, how old are you? Do you think what you say counts? Stop fooling around."
Song Fanxing looked at Fang Jie, signaling her to speak.
Fang Jie was uneasy, but she still braced herself and said, "Village Secretary, what my daughter said is exactly what I meant, so don't worry."
Song Fanxing said at the right time, "We'll put it all in writing then, so you don't have to worry about us lying to you. Our pig farm can also bring employment opportunities to the village, and we will give priority to hiring people from the village in the future."
The village party secretary was intrigued and consulted with the village chief. After a brief discussion, they told them to go back and wait for news.
After all, if a pig farm is to be built in a village, it will take up land, and the opinions of the entire village must be sought.
Song Fanxing wasn't in a hurry and returned to the military base with Fang Jie first.
On the way back, Fang Jie asked worriedly, "Xingxing, if we distribute the profits to everyone in the village, will we still be able to make money?"
Song Fanxing remained calm. "Don't worry, I've calculated it. It's profitable."
Moreover, if they don't offer such a big incentive, why would their village allow two outsiders to open a pig farm in their village?
Fang Jie was still uneasy.
She couldn't figure out the math, but when she heard that money had to be given to the entire village, she felt a pang of heartache, fearing that she would lose money instead of making any.
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