Looking at the lush green vegetable patch, Jiang Jinxiu suddenly had a thought: "Xichen, have you ever thought about selling these vegetables?"
Gu Xichen nodded, then shook his head: "The national economy doesn't allow it right now."
Given the current situation, private trading would be subject to arrest, which is one of the reasons why the black market is called the black market.
"What if it's collective? It's planted and sold in the name of the collective, and then the money is distributed to everyone."
And the same goes for fruit. I see you have a lot of fruit here, but a lot of it is wasted. If you could turn all of it into money, wouldn't everyone have money to buy meat, money to wear new clothes, money to build beautiful houses, and be able to live a good life?
Gu Xichen looked intently at the little woman in front of him; he hadn't expected her to think so far ahead.
It has to be said that what she said was very tempting. He had considered it, but he needed time to put it into practice.
Actually, he came back this time to see what the village could do. He wanted to explore the possibilities first and then come back to discuss them with the village chief and the others.
...
The two didn't stay in their plot of land for long. After watering the vegetables and picking the greens and side dishes they wanted, they went straight back.
When they got home, Sun Xiaomeng and the others had already cleaned the pig intestines and chopped the bones; all that was left was to cook them.
This time, Gu Xichen was in charge of cooking again, and Jiang Jinhua was in charge of even the fire.
Jiang Jinxiu, on the other hand, would just move her mouth and secretly add a drop or two of spiritual spring water whenever needed.
Gu Xichen noticed her movement and deliberately turned to the side to block Jiang Jinhua's view for her.
This time, Jiang Jinxiu taught Gu Xichen other cooking methods.
Half of the pig intestines were stir-fried, and the other half were used to make braised dishes.
You can use half of the pork bones to make soup and the other half to make braised dishes.
Jiang Jinxiu also asked Yang Dongmei to find some corn, potatoes, and lotus root slices to put in together.
When it was finally taken out of the pot, it was full and not only smelled delicious, but also looked exceptionally good.
Gu Xiliang went home and brought five or six cucumbers for Jiang Jinxiu, asking her to make a serving of pickled cucumbers.
That way, he could enjoy free meals with peace of mind.
Even Gu's uncle and aunt couldn't do anything about him.
It's true that those with thick skin get to eat.
Fortunately, it was family. If it were someone else's house, given Gu Xiliang's thick skin, he would probably be kicked out.
Even on hot days, people still prefer to eat in the courtyard, where it's spacious and breezy.
As usual, Yang Dongmei went to find some mugwort and burned it to repel mosquitoes.
There was no one in the courtyard for a while, only the tables that had been set up.
Jiang Jinxiu came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of food and saw the village chief walking in, calling out, "Jiang Jinhua—"
Upon hearing the sound, Jiang Jinhua came out of the kitchen in a carefree manner and went to greet him: "Village Chief, what do you need me for?"
Jiang Jinxiu quickly put down the vegetables in her hands and came over, asking in confusion, "Village Chief, what's wrong?"
The village chief looked at Jiang Jinxiu, then at Jiang Jinhua, and sighed.
"Third brother's wife, I'm here to ask your brother for the hoes. When his team leader was counting the hoes tonight, he found that two were missing. It was later found that they belonged to Jiang Jinhua, and they haven't been returned yet."
"Oh, you mean those two hoes from today? I'll just throw them away if they break," Jiang Jinhua said matter-of-factly.
"What? It's broken? Did the handle break?"
Jiang Jinhua nodded.
"So you just lost it?"
"Why keep something if it's broken if you won't throw it away?"
Jiang Jinhua countered with a question.
The village chief felt a headache coming on.
He even has a point.
"I told you to soak the hoe in water before hoeing the ground. Did you do as I said?"
"Why soak it in water? It's unnecessary and makes the soil wet. You can just hoe the ground directly. It will stick to the soil when it's wet, and that will make it very dirty."
The village chief was so angry that he didn't know what to say or what to say.
Some people are afraid of getting dirty when they go down to the ground.
The handles of hoes are all made of wood, and wooden handles are prone to breakage in the summer.
People usually put the food in water for a while before using it.
Jiang Jinhua is something else. He doesn't do what he's asked to do, and he thinks he knows everything. He just throws it away when it's broken. Can't he just replace it with a new one?
You see, they have plenty of wood in Gujia Village, but those iron hoes are not so easy to buy.
Not only do you have to spend money, but you also need a ticket, and you have to wait in line for a long time, and there's no guarantee you'll be able to buy one.
Jiang Jinxiu never expected Jiang Jinhua to do such a thing, and the village chief even came to her door. It was really embarrassing.
"Village chief, how much is the hoe? How about I pay you back?"
The village chief waved his hand: "No need. Since he lost it, he must remember where he lost it. Just tell him to go and pick it up. The broken hoe can be repaired and used again. It's just your brother. I really don't know what kind of job to arrange for him in the future."
Gu Xiliang then chimed in, "Village Chief, why don't you arrange for him to come with me tomorrow? I promise I'll teach him how to do farm work properly."
The village chief thought he must be crazy to have put these two people together. Had they forgotten what they did when he assigned them work last time?
In the end, won't they have to find someone else to clean up the mess for them?
"Get out of here. I think you don't want to teach him how to do farm work, you just want to take him out to play," the village chief said irritably.
Gu Xiliang chuckled: "Wouldn't that be too hot?"
"Hot my foot! Are you the only ones who're hot? Aren't the others hot?"
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