Cannon Fodder Just Wants to Farm (MTL)

Chapter 67: Leading the Village

The house He Zifeng bought in the city was too big. They lived in an empty place with few people, so they returned to the village that night.

When I arrived in the village, I felt comfortable no matter what.

As soon as He Zifeng got home, Shuanzi came to the door.

I gave him the account and recently collected almost a thousand kilograms of grain. They collected the grain at a fair price. Not only the nearby villages, but also people outside heard the message and came over to ask if they wanted more food!

The more food is released, the more it loses its weight and the food is sold. It would be better to exchange money for Mao Dong.

He Zifeng said: "Yes. I want more grains!" He now cooks porridge, which costs at least 100 kilograms a day. And there are more and more people. Seeing that one hundred catties a day was not enough, he had to collect more grain. Nowadays, the price of coarse grain is two cents per catty, and one hundred catties and two taels of silver.

He Zifeng gave him ten taels of silver and asked him to collect five thousand kilograms of coarse grains first. They wanted all kinds of coarse grains and they mixed them together to make porridge.

Then he said: "When you are harvesting grain, if you encounter pumpkins, harvest them as much as the old pumpkins have." Then he gave another five hundred coins.

The pumpkins in the county cost ten cents each, which is just over six kilograms. They are too expensive. It's not a worthwhile purchase.

There are old farmers in the village who can grow all kinds of vegetables. There can be many pumpkins on one vine, some as big as ten pounds.

The price charged is one penny or two pounds. Pumpkins are not a rare thing in the countryside, and anyone is willing to sell them for a price.

Shuanzi said: "It's done."

He Zifeng gave Shuanzi his wages for the past two days, and Shuanzi went home happily.

Mrs. Fang also went to the village to collect some basket weaving. The small shed at home has a lot of space. After collecting, put it in the shed. If you have time, go to the morning market and sell it, and you can make some money.

Every time He Zifeng gave Fang money, she refused to take it. The money she earned from selling baskets was enough for her daily needs.

As soon as Fang left. He Zifeng went back to the room with Qiu Yu, and gave Qiu Yu a squeeze on the shoulder.

Qiu Yu is addicted to doing small business. Many of them are repeat customers when they eat porridge in the morning. Seeing that the ingredients of their free porridge are so solid. The other stuff is definitely good. When it was lunch time, my busy feet hit the back of my head.

Even He Zifeng found this work tiring. Washing and rinsing in the kitchen. Those who chop, stir-fry, serve, even the children are helping.

He Zifeng said: "Why don't we invite a few people." Especially in the morning, there are many people queuing up to wait for the porridge. There were only two teams in total, and they were moving too slowly.

Just a master chef. Master Zhang needs to cook a few pots at night and heat them up during the day. Otherwise, I won't be able to survive it.

Qiu Yu said: "Sure." This time they all wanted to do charity by donating porridge, but instead they gained popularity. After lunch and dinner were calculated, they didn't lose anything and made a small profit.

They want to do long-term business, and they can't tire people out all at once.

He Zifeng said: "Let me talk to the village chief."