"Tang Niannian, why don't you die? You should have died seventeen years ago. If you let me out, you vicious woman, you won't see me live well..."
Tang Wujin cursed in the room, very viciously.
But Tang Niannian didn't care.
Anyway, she was going to complain to Mrs. Tang that night, and she was going to add fuel to the fire.
She took out a pheasant from the space, stripped the feathers, and removed the carcass. The chicken was stir-fried with red porridge, half of the chicken was stewed with potatoes, and the other half was stewed with mushroom soup.
The mushroom spores that were put into the space two days ago have grown in large quantities and are ready to be eaten.
Then fry a large bowl of green vegetables with chicken oil, cook a large pot of rice, and dinner is ready.
When it got dark, Tang Jiujin came back first and packed a large basket of pigweed and picked up a bundle of firewood. As soon as the little girl got home, she smelled the aroma of meat and was very happy.
Her life now is happier than that of a god. From now on, she will have to pick up an extra bundle of firewood every day, otherwise she will not be able to afford the meat she eats.
"Manjin, why do you cook meat every day?"
There were sounds of envy and jealousy coming from outside. The Tang family has been so greedy these days that they cook meat every meal. Every time they pass by the Tang family, their mouths water.
"Niannian learned hunting skills from my father and went up to the mountains to hunt pheasants."
Tang Manjin explained honestly that what he told was the truth, but no one believed it.
That girl Tang Niannian didn't work since she was a child, she didn't even choose green onions, how can she hunt?
I don’t even believe it!
"Is your family getting rich, Manjin? If there is any way to get rich, don't hide it from everyone!" Someone joked, and others followed suit.
It is now 1976. Although reform and opening up have not yet begun, many people have already developed business awareness. Some people will secretly bring their uneaten agricultural products to the city and sell them for money.
Some people will make some snacks and sell them in the city. The crackdown on speculation is not as strict as before. Many red armbands are now turning a blind eye.
"No, it's all about digging in the fields. There's no way to make a fortune."
Tang Manjin smiled more honestly. Everything he said was true. He only knew that farming, raising pigs and chickens and ducks were the business of his wife and me. There was no way to get rich.
"Speaking of getting rich, I know one."
Someone suddenly said something, and everyone else urged him to speak quickly.
"I have a relative from Qingshan Village. There is a talented man in their village who bought a hand-cranked sock machine. This guy knits socks after work. He can make five or six pairs in a night and sell them in the city. For a pair and a dime, you can earn five or six yuan a night.”
"So many? Really or falsely?"
"Of course it's true. My relative lives in the same village as him. This capable man also bought two sock machines for the villagers. There are now three sock machines in their village. Those three families are just like picking up money every day. They spend the money on sock machines every month. Earned it.”
Antique hand-cranked sock machine
