"Hey, mother will sleep with you." Song agreed without hesitation. The head of the household was indeed a talkative person.
Zhao Dashu: ...Can this be considered retribution in this life?
"Lihua, Dad is afraid of the dark too, so the three of us should sleep together at night."
"No, I just want to sleep with my mother, why don't you go back to the old house and find milk."
"Your grandma will hit people."
"What did you say last time you spanked me? Beating is love, scolding is love. I'm kissing you!"
Xiao Lei's stomach ached from holding it in. His sister-in-law was really good at talking, much cuter than his two annoying brothers.
"Okay, eating can't keep you quiet, how can you argue with a kid?"
Zhao Dashu picked up a pig's trotter and asked, "Do I still have a place in this family?"
Obviously not, he can't beat anyone except Xiao Lei.
As soon as Zhao Dashu woke up, he collected half a bucket of ice cubes made by his daughter. The ice cubes were hard and frozen solid.
"Done?" Oh my god, he can make this thing too. It's just adding some ingredients and stirring them.
"Well, Dad, let's store ice after we dig the cellar."
Zhao Dashu and Song Shi felt much relieved, as they knew the real origin of Binghe Gourd Sauce and there was a lot to be said about it.
"We didn't sell it in the summer." It's not easy to preserve and it goes bad faster in the summer, so they didn't supply it in the summer.
On the other side, Dazhuzi also thought of a way to make money. He planned to compete with his father for business and grow vegetables to sell. But there was no other way. If he grew anything, it would be discovered.
"But where can we grow vegetables?" Zhao Zhaodi felt that she couldn't make much money from growing vegetables. "Besides, if we go to the county town to sell vegetables every day, we will definitely be discovered. Everyone in the village knows us." She could also go to the town, but the vegetables in the town would definitely not be as good as those in the county town, and the price would be lower.
"Let's plant first. Big sister, we won't plant vegetables. We'll plant melons. Melons will actually be more popular when the weather gets hot. Doesn't dad sell vegetables in the morning? Let's go in the afternoon, or we won't go when the market is open, and no one in the village will notice."
"What if my parents find out that I'm out every day? And where can we grow vegetables?"
"Let's go to the mountains. I recently found a place on the mountain. Looking at the surrounding environment, it seems that no one has been there before."
"Is it a deep mountain? I won't go in. It's too dangerous."
"It's not a deep mountain, it's halfway up the mountain."
Zhao Zhaodi didn't want to, "I don't want it. We still need to reclaim land. How much can we reclaim with just the two of us? We don't know if the melons planted on the mountain will grow well. Big brother, your idea is not good.
If you only open up an acre or a few acres of land, it is even more uneconomical, and you won’t be able to sell it for much money.”
Dazhuzi frowned. What his elder sister said was right. This method was not only tiring, but also not profitable. It was not easy to open up wasteland in the mountains. He had to study and did not have time to work in the mountains every day. His elder sister could not do it either. Her parents had packed her schedule.
"Let me think about it. Raising pigs is the most profitable. If we can raise two pigs, we can earn nearly ten taels of silver each when we slaughter them for the New Year. But we have no place to raise them, and no money to buy piglets."
It was so hard to make money, Zhao Zhaodi was very depressed. Dazhuzi also felt powerless, as if nothing was on his side. Every morning when he saw his third brother skipping off to school, his heart was frying in oil.
"Sister, those deserted houses in our village that no one lives in..."
"No, pigs can squeal, and people will think they have no owner, so they will just pull them away."
"Brother, can't you earn money by copying books like uncle? That's a decent and easy job that also makes money."
"How long have I been in school? It's no exaggeration to say my handwriting is as bad as a dog's. Who would buy the book I copied?"
"How long does it take to practice calligraphy?"
“A few years is considered fast.”
A few years later, she got married, and my eldest brother would never give her the money he earned from copying books.
"What else can we do?"
"Big sister, please go and do your work first. I will think about it later."
If it really didn't work, he didn't mind tampering with his parents' private money. Thanks to his third brother, he knew exactly where his parents hid their money.
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