Chapter 309: Reborn in the 90s: The Tyrant Flower Chapter 310: Diversified Development

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

"Chai Min, don't think of family ties as so unbearable. As the saying goes, real brothers in war, father and son on the battlefield. You can't think of everyone as that bad……"

Chai Min finally couldn't endure Teng Ye's nagging anymore, and loudly questioned: "You tell me, what exactly do you mean? If it's not working, break up……"

Hearing 'break up', Teng Ye got scared.

"Look at you, what are you getting angry for? If there's something, just say it nicely……" Teng Ye spoke, and couldn't help but harden his heart: "Weekend, I'll treat you to roller skating. You've always wanted to go roller skating, right? Then let's go this weekend."

Roller skating costs thirty yuan an hour.

It can be said to be an extremely black-hearted merchant running it, right in the county town's park.

Roller skating isn't that fun, mainly it's expensive.

Expensive, that highlights quality.

Like hundred-year-old zombie meat selling for 1366 a plate, that's called taste; ordinary bok choy leaves at 128 a leaf, that's also called taste.

By the same logic, that thirty yuan an hour roller skating, in this era, is also a kind of taste.

What Chai Min thought of was this high-end kind; although it was very obvious her body might not hold up, a body that can't take it doesn't mean she doesn't like going roller skating; at least she can put on the shoes, walk a lap, come back and show off, right?

"Roller skating is fine, I agree. But, you must go vent for me, I can't stand Chai Mi's smug face."

However, whether Chai Min could stand it or not, Teng Ye didn't care too much. Anyway, he could stand it.

"Ai, alright. Let's go, let's go, class starts soon."

"No, you must vent for me today. Otherwise, we're through. Roller skating, also no." Chai Min spoke very formally.

Teng Ye helplessly shook his head, then walked to Chai Mi's stall.

"Queue!!!" Song Qiushui scolded.

Teng Ye said with a red face: "Eldest Sister, that…… I'm Teng Ye, Chai Min's classmate. You be careful……"

Be careful of Chai Min, that old lady.

"Other things I won't say more. She told me to come find fault, but I feel Cousin Sister isn't easy either, so……"

Teng Ye couldn't not come, but he also didn't want to make trouble for Chai Mi.

Chai Mi smiled: "You go back and tell her, just say I listened to you, from now on I'll only come every other day."

Teng Ye was relieved, silently grateful.

Of course, Chai Mi originally came every other day anyway; it was just giving Teng Ye face.

After all, this kid is still quite clever.

Teng Ye went back to report, his face immediately changed, his expression becoming arrogant; he said to Chai Min: "I already warned your Cousin Sister, your Cousin Sister was so scared she doesn't dare come tomorrow."

"And I told her, from now on Mon-Wed-Fri or Tue-Thu-Sat, I don't want you appearing on the playground."

Chai Min froze: "Really?"

Teng Ye nodded.

Only now did Chai Min become happy, walking away with head high and chest out.

And on this side, Chai Mi had already packed up the stall, preparing to go home.

Today's earnings were again a lot, mood also very good. Although Chai Min came to find fault, Chai Mi still didn't feel Chai Min was like a person; this girl is really too weak.

Back home, Chai Mi and Song Qiushui settled accounts……

These three days, Chai Mi herself earned over three thousand, while Song Qiushui also earned nearly four hundred yuan.

"Hiss……" Su Wan even suspected her life a bit.

Before, earning three thousand yuan took at least a year; now it only takes three days.

Thinking about it feels a bit unreal.

But, this is reality.

"Ai, if only we could earn money like this every day."

Chai Mi sighed: "Students have weekends too, and winter and summer vacations, holidays are also days off. Counting it all up at the school side, it's only three-plus months of work; there's also wind and rain and such. Two months, let's say."

Chai Mi spoke the truth.

Doing this kind of stall business, weather impact is really too big.

Can't possibly have clear skies every day, also can't have everyone like eating dumplings every day.

"So, we need some diversification, and also need to raise efficiency." Chai Mi said: "In a few days, let's try whether to make something like fried chicken. Lots of people raise chickens in our village, but sales channels all rely on outside large trucks; we buy ourselves it's actually very cheap. If later we do something like fried chicken and beer, I think it's not bad."

"Fried chicken?" Song Qiushui on the side also froze: "Don't look at me, I only know how to eat. Fried chicken, I don't know how."

Su Wan thought: "Then if we handle chickens ourselves, isn't it too troublesome? You're already too busy."

"Another day I'll ask Zhang Hailan; she's idle all day anyway. If she goes to market, she doesn't have much time outside either, and sometimes Liu San alone going to market is enough. Better to let her come help." Chai Mi said.

"Scorching. You're meddling……" Su Wan rejected this. "You finding Zhang Hailan, is not as good as asking our neighbor."

Su Wan meant the neighbor Liu Chunren's family in Shang Yuan.

Chai Mi shook her head: "Forget it, still ask Zhang Hailan."

Actually Chai Mi didn't know if Zhang Hailan could do it either; but in the previous life, after Zhang Hailan and Liu San's later stall failed, when Zhang Hailan worked, she had cut chicken legs.

Many people must have done similar screw-turning work. Cutting chicken legs in cold storage is truly the hardest of all screw-turning work. Long hours, and especially cold; even in summer you have to wear cotton-padded jacket and trousers.

But this work does have an advantage; similar to a restaurant, it has lots of chicken legs, chicken wings and such with not-so-good appearance; because the look isn't good, the factory doesn't want them, workers can take freely. And even the better ones, proper chicken legs and such, are also much better than outside.

When Zhang Hailan worked there in the previous life, she indeed made fried chicken legs and such very delicious.

This thing isn't learned; maybe it's just talent.

Besides, Zhang Hailan's cooking was passable anyway.

"I don't think so. She's doing business with Liu San—can she come out to help you? I say, just don't get involved in money matters with relatives; otherwise it won't be clear." Su Wan was still resistant to this: "No matter how much you give, it's not appropriate, it's troublesome. She's not like Qiu Shui—look, Qiu Shui is straightforward."

Hearing Su Wan praise her, Song Qiushui immediately said in a tsundere manner: "That's only natural. If heaven didn't produce me, Song Qiushui, the universe would be like an endless night. No one can compare to me—mainly because I eat little and drink little; whether I have money or not, I just want to be happy and carefree."

"That doesn't require you to support the family," Chai Mi said with a smile. "My mom is also right about this; I'll study it carefully in a couple of days."

Chai Mi was thinking that setting up a stall should also keep up with the times. Going out to set up a stall is a trip anyway; selling several kinds is definitely better than just selling dumplings alone.

Just like selling fruit—selling only one kind is definitely not as booming as selling two or three kinds.

Of course, no matter what business you do, quality must come first.

"Mom, if you have nothing to do these couple of days, have Dad watch the kids, or have Xiu'er watch the kids. Go get those shepherd's purse from my second aunt's house, pick some, then wash them. Put them in bags; they'll go bad in a few days," Chai Mi said.

"I plan to sell half of them as dumplings. Then make fewer, let everyone try something fresh, and price them higher. Although there are quite a lot of those greens, they're not renewable, so use them sparingly. Yao Lianhua only has that much shepherd's purse; once it's eaten, there won't be any until next spring."

Su Wan was stunned: "Shepherd's purse can be sold? I was thinking of eating it with dipping sauce……"

Anyway, in the Northeast, everything can be eaten with dipping sauce. Not just shepherd's purse—radishes, Chinese cabbage, water radishes, lettuce, spinach, dried tofu, even eggplants and beans are eaten with dipping sauce.

As one of the few edible wild greens, shepherd's purse is naturally the first choice for dipping-sauce greens.

Back when the family was struggling, Su Wan used to chop shepherd's purse finely, mix it with cornmeal, and make cornmeal dry rations, that is, corn cakes.

In recent years, relatively speaking, life has been relatively better. Besides occasionally eating some shepherd's purse, most of the wild greens they dug were used to feed chickens and ducks.

But as for making dumplings, Su Wan had never eaten shepherd's purse filling: "That Chai Mi—shepherd's purse is at least a wild green; eating it yourself is fine. You go out and make dumplings to sell—can that work? It's as if those city people have never seen the world, smelling wild greens and eating them with relish."

Chai Mi smiled faintly and said: "As long as there are people who like it. Mainly home-style cooking, with that as a supplement. Besides, we'll sell it a bit more expensive—I'll price it at twenty or thirty yuan a portion. Those who don't want to eat it will be deterred, and those who do want to eat it will feel their status is higher."

Song Qiushui covered her mouth and laughed: "Hahahaha, Chai Mi, you're specifically scamming rich people."

Anyway, Song Qiushui wouldn't eat it; she liked big fish and meat. As for vegetables and fruits, she generally didn't like them.

As for wild greens, Song Qiushui liked them even less.

Wild greens……

If wild greens tasted good, wouldn't someone have planted them?

"Those rich people in the city might actually like this taste."

Song Qiushui cleared her throat and said: "Let me tell you, I only recently discovered when going out with Chai Mi—this world is so big. The outside world isn't as poor as our village… For example, our shaobing here is one or two yuan a jin, but over there it's four or five yuan. Over there one shaobing is one yuan, and here at the market you could buy a jin. Another example: when we go to the market to buy a pair of pants, it's just five."

"How to put it?" Song Qiushui summed up: "These past two years, the times have developed too fast. It's truly standing at the windfall, pigs can fly."

Chai Xiu beside her rolled her eyes and explained rigorously: "This is just urban-rural differentiation. The price of goods is actually measured by the local standard of living. Except for grain, everything else follows this rule. That is to say, with our consumption level here at home, a pair of jeans selling for fifty wouldn't sell at all. So he can only sell them for ten. Of course, their cost might be around seven or eight yuan, and the rest is profit. So, taking our rural goods to sell in the city, the profit at least doubles."

Chai Mi touched Chai Xiu's head: "Right, our Xiu'er knows the most. Go get firewood, cook."

Chai Xiu made an acknowledging sound and went to get firewood to start the fire.

Since it was already past three in the afternoon, after eating and resting a bit, they had to work again.

"Dad, from now on, feeding the cows and sheep, cleaning the cowshed and sheep pen will be your job. Don't be perfunctory; clean it better. When it's time to fill the straw, you go; when it's time to clean the manure, you do it yourself. In autumn, cows and sheep easily get sick; if any get sick, find a veterinarian. Also, the old cow is about to give birth—I think it's a matter of two or three days. You… forget it."

Chai Mi stopped mid-sentence and turned to Su Wan: "The old cow is about to give birth; Mom, be more careful with your work."

Su Wan indeed did those detailed tasks more carefully, unlike Chai Youqing, whose work was always rough and careless.

"If I don't do it at home, you can call a neighbor from Shang Yuan to help," Chai Mi said: "This year the old cow has been fed a bit too fat; she might have a difficult birth, so call a couple more people in advance. If it doesn't work, pull a bit."

Free-range cows won't have difficult births; generally, those cows running around on the grassland give birth smoothly. But house-raised cows have less activity and often have difficult births.

Chai Mi's cow had a difficult birth last time and almost died.

Besides, the old cow is too old, in poor health, and the calves born are especially weak—always sick with this or that, always ailing, and not easy to raise.

At this time, helping with the delivery is a must.

Su Wan agreed.

Chai Mi also went out specially to look at the old cow and that young green cow. The old cow was more honest, but that green cow kept biting Chai Mi's sleeve.

Chai Mi was angry and gave it a smack on the head, but it still wanted to butt Chai Mi.

"Oh my, you're getting a bit mischievous."

Chai Mi shouted that, and the young green cow became a bit more honest.

Recently I've been busy; the cowshed at home is a mess, and Chai Mi looked at it with a headache. So she went back to the room and said to Su Wan: "Mom, clean it up a bit later; the cowshed is too messy."

Although Su Wan had passed her postpartum confinement period, she was still not suitable for physical labor. Usually she mainly tended to the children, while Chai Youqing worked, and he really was particularly messy.

Purely perfunctory to people.

No, purely perfunctory to the cows.

"Xiu'er, you come tend to the children."

"Eldest Sister, I'm tending the fire; you can't make me do every chore," Chai Xiu said, pouting and unwilling to move.

"Then go clean up the cowshed?" Chai Mi gave Chai Xiu a white-eye look.

Chai Xiu then unwillingly went to tend to the children.

Chai Mi also went along to clean up the cowshed a bit, looking at the two cows. Chai Mi pointed at the young green cow and said: "Mom, I feel that by New Year, it can be bred. After the old cow gives birth, it can be bred before the year ends. If it gives birth to a female calf, next year there will be five, the year after seven or eight. In a few years, our family will also be a cattle raising expert."

"Then won't you sell them?"

"Keep them. Later raise a hundred or eighty head…"

Similar to what Chai Xiu said—if you're at the windfall, you make money doing anything; raising some cattle is also possible.

It also gives Mom and Dad a livelihood.

So they won't be idle with nothing to do…