As she continued, the women couldn't sit still any longer.
"Ayan, can what you're saying really work?"
"I thought the seafood market only sold seafood. Wouldn't selling food... steal business from the seafood stalls?" Aunt Li rubbed her hands, her eagerness quite obvious.
Fatty said, "Aunt Li, I think what Ah Yan said is definitely right."
"Look at the shrimp farms now..."
Lin Ziyan didn't need to say anything; the chubby girl told her everything.
Start with lemon tea and ice making, then move on to shrimp farms and fish farms.
“Then we…we’ll listen to Ah Yan and do it!” another aunt said confidently.
Others chimed in.
For the next few days, the group practiced in the Lin family's backyard.
Of course, they were all very tight-lipped, and none of them said a word.
These people truly lived up to their reputation as the best cooks in the village; they learned things exceptionally quickly.
Lin Ziyan only taught them for a few days, and they were basically able to make the corresponding dishes independently.
…
On the other side
The Wei family in the village.
Tan Atai sat on the stone stool by the door all day, watching the busy villagers, feeling uneasy.
When something happens in the village, no one thinks of her family.
After finishing his busy work and selling eggs in town twice, Wei Ernong stayed at home all day.
He paid no attention to how lively things were outside the village.
I got up in the morning and immediately went to the pig slaughterer in the village to buy some pig offal. I drank two ounces of liquor until my cheeks were flushed, and then I slept soundly until noon.
"This whole family will fall behind the rest of the village sooner or later..." Grandma Qin muttered as she walked into the house.
Peanuts covered in red mud were drying in the yard, but the shadow of the eaves had already covered them, so they had to be moved.
"Asheng, Asheng, help me move the peanuts," Qin Atai called out to the window.
Wei Sheng went to work as a laborer at the new port and didn't return until midnight. He was dreaming and didn't hear anything.
Grandma Qin dared not call out to her son, and when she heard no response from her grandson, she could only move slowly by herself.
She had barely moved a little when her waist was pressed down so hard she almost fell to the ground.
The musty smell in the air was overwhelming, mixed with the earthy smell of peanuts, making people dizzy and lightheaded.
"Snap!"
Grandma Qin's back looked as if it had shifted.
Thinking of the hill outside the village where construction was underway, she grumbled and cursed.
"Moving the mountain will bring bad luck..."
Her cries were so pitiful that the neighbors heard them and listened from outside the yard, but they didn't dare to go in.
Everyone in the neighborhood knew that Wei Er's family was a swindler, so no one dared to get close to them.
It wasn't until Li Zhaodi returned at noon that she saw Qin Atai lying on the ground, barely alive.
“You old hag, stop pretending to be dead to scare people…” Li Zhaodi stepped forward, her hands trembling.
As she approached, she heard someone mutter, "Touch the mountain...the whole village will suffer..."
Li Zhaodi is usually very superstitious, and she almost started cursing.
Recently, isn't the Lin family the only one making moves against the mountain?
…
The business recruitment for the seafood market went exceptionally smoothly.
When Lin Ziyan received the list from the village secretary, she was stunned for a few seconds.
She was quite surprised to see people from the neighboring village scrambling for stalls.
What she didn't know was that the shrimp farm had become famous. As soon as people heard that she was the one who initiated the seafood market, they signed contracts to rent stalls without hesitation.
Before the official opening, the market will have a three-day trial period, during which time the seafood market will have been cleaned up.
Huo Qizhen has been in the county town for the past few days, and he also came to help on the first day of trial operation.
"Boss Lin, the seafood market setup looks pretty convincing," he remarked after showing Lin Ziyan around.
Most of the stalls were open, and a small portion of the food stalls were open, attracting many children from the village.
The villagers in the vicinity now have higher incomes, so they all come to join in the fun and buy some food during the opening ceremony.
Huo Qizhen saw several food stalls, some of which he had never seen before.
"It's just a trial operation, so it's not bad." Lin Ziyan smiled as she looked at the villagers gathered in front of the food stall.
The port is near here, and there aren't many places to eat around here, so the shop owners who come to buy goods always need to fill their stomachs.
Now, several small tricycles are waiting at the port to solicit customers for the seafood market. They all have red banners with opening promotions pasted on their sides, which not only promote the area but also bring in more people.
"But have you managed to deal with those fishing boat owners?" Huo Qizhen asked, glancing at the seafood stalls, each selling different things.
With so many oxygen supply units running at the same time, the market was bustling with activity as the machines buzzed around.
"You'll find out on opening day," Lin Ziyan said, keeping everyone in suspense.
She walked around for a bit, then decided not to shop anymore and turned to the market's temporary office to see what else needed to be bought for the opening preparations.
A burnt smell came from the direction of the office, and Lin Ziyan walked over quickly.
But by the time they arrived, the aroma had dissipated.
Huo Qizhen caught up with her. "What's wrong?"
"It smells like burning paper money," Lin Ziyan said calmly.
She could hardly forget that smell. Having just been reborn here, she was keeping vigil in the ancestral hall, and the smell of burning paper money lingered in her body all night.
Huo Qizhen frowned. "There wasn't a cemetery before the hill was leveled, was there?"
This is the biggest taboo in doing business. He's traveled all over the country and has come to believe it to some extent.
The seafood market is currently only in trial operation. If problems arise after opening, it will be too late.
In Fushi, people are enthusiastic about visiting temples, such as the Dapugong Temple, the Guandi Temple, the Sangongye Temple, and so on.
The belief in ghosts and spirits is less superstition and more awe.
"Of course not, these hills are barren, and the location isn't suitable either," Lin Ziyan explained.
Before leveling the hilltop, she specifically asked the village party secretary.
She would never do something like digging up someone's ancestral grave.
“Go back and ask Grandma, we can’t skip the ancestral worship ceremony on the opening day,” Huo Qizhen said, frowning.
Lin Ziyan nodded, thinking that she would tell her grandmother when she got back.
She only glanced at the office before riding her bicycle straight home.
"Auntai..."
Lin Ziyan walked into the courtyard and called out.
The house has been topped out and is now waiting to dry completely before construction can continue.
She walked into the backyard and saw her grandmother preparing candles and incense, and paused for a moment.
"It's good that you're back. I just came back from the temple and got some wealth charms. I also bought a lot of offerings for my business opening."
"These have all been categorized, and there are several categories..." Lin Atai instructed.
Lin Ziyan sat on a small stool, looked through the things, but couldn't understand them.
Grandma's hands, covered in spots, carefully folded things.
"This isn't superstition, it's just for peace of mind," said Grandma Lin calmly.
Lin Ziyan rested her chin on her knees, propping her head up as she watched her prepare.
"These are the ingredients we need to prepare for the opening day." Lin Atai handed her a piece of paper.
Lin Ziyan's lips twitched when she saw the word "pig's head" written on it.
She didn't understand these things; the sacrificial ingredients listed on the tablet were something Lin Ziyan had only seen in movies.
"I told Old Chen, the butcher, to bring the pig's head back for me. You can buy the rest in town beforehand..." Lin Atai said seriously for a while before stopping.
Lin Ziyan just kept nodding. She wanted to say that she smelled the burning of paper money, but she didn't say it.
Rather than worrying your grandmother, it would be more practical to have someone investigate.
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