Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): 52 years of farming, producing hundreds of millions of tons

really?

Jia Dongxu's eyes lit up.

He handed over all his wages to Jia Zhangshi, and he didn't have a penny to his name. With no money in his pocket, he felt anxious and dared not do anything.

He would be perfectly content if he could earn extra money outside, even half of his salary!

"Of course it's true, why would I lie to you?"

"However, there is a major prerequisite: your skills must be up to par. Your current skills are not good enough. I estimate that you will need about three months of practice."

Yi Zhonghai emphasized this point once again.

"Thank you so much, sir!"

"Don't worry, I definitely won't let you down. I will work hard for these three months!"

Jia Dongxu's brows relaxed, and his worried expression disappeared.

There's a way to make money!

"I'm going home for dinner. Your auntie must have already prepared dinner. Shouldn't you go home too?"

Yi Zhonghai was delighted.

The plan was a complete success!

Jia Dongxu's feelings for him grew even stronger.

Jia Dongxu nodded.

He came out to relax, and now that he's in a better mood, there's no need for him to continue shopping. He's going home!

The two returned to the courtyard house together.

"mom?"

When Jia Dongxu returned home, he found that Jia Zhangshi was not there.

"They must have gone to the bathroom."

"I'll make dinner!"

Jia Dongxu started cooking. Dinner was simple: he steamed two buns made from two kinds of dough, cooked some thin porridge, and made a cold cabbage salad.

No meat.

In the 1950s, even city dwellers would only eat meat once or twice a month, and even then, it wasn't enough to fill them up; they would just add a tiny bit of meat to their dishes for flavor.

People who eat meat every day are absolutely a tiny minority!

The meal is ready.

Jia Zhangshi has not returned yet.

"Going to the toilet? It's impossible for her to be gone for so long. What was my mom doing?"

Jia Dongxu was puzzled and decided to go out and look for him.

He was just about to leave.

Jia Zhangshi pushed open the door and entered, carrying a small bag in her hand, looking dusty and dirty.

"Mom, where have you been?"

"How did it happen?"

Jia Dongxu was very surprised.

"Mind your own business."

Jia Zhangshi took the bag and turned over an empty jar in the house.

She poured the contents of the bag into the jar.

Jia Dongxu saw it clearly: they were two mice!

Two days ago, Jia Zhangshi brought back a dead rat.

Today, let's make it live!

"Mom, what are you going to do now?"

Jia Dongxu was full of questions.

Why did Jia Zhangshi keep the rats in the jar?

"Mom, you're not going to poison Wan Ping'an's owl again, are you?"

Jia Dongxu shuddered.

Is Jia Zhangshi about to cause trouble again?

"No, I'm not that stupid."

Jia Zhangshi shook her head.

Jia Dongxu breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't provoke Wan Ping'an.

What did Jia Zhangshi keep rats for?

He didn't want to ask!

I don't want to care!

"Dongxu, let me tell you, I have a use for these rats, so you absolutely must not release them."

Jia Zhangshi sealed the jar shut as a warning to Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu nodded; he was too lazy to move.

Western suburbs.

The small courtyard where Fan Jinyou is recuperating.

Fan Jinyou threw down his crutches and slowly, little by little, stood up on his own two legs.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

It's very difficult.

hurts a little.

"Haha, I can finally stand up on my own two legs without the aid of crutches."

"I'll be able to run and jump soon."

"Wan Ping'an, you just wait."

"Once I recover, once I go back to work, once I catch you red-handed, I'll make sure you suffer a fate worse than death, and then we'll see if you dare to ruin my plans again!"

"Chen Xueru, Xu Huirong, you two just wait and see."

"None of you can escape my grasp."

Fan Jinyou has a very high blood type.

If it weren't for Wan Ping'an interfering, he would have succeeded long ago.

Bistro.

There weren't many customers.

Chen Xueru and Xu Huirong prepared two small dishes and elegantly drank their wine.

"Huirong, Ping'an hasn't come for several days, has she?"

Chen Xueru suddenly asked.

"It's been five days."

Xu Huirong's thoughts.

"Guess what you're busy with?"

Chen Xueru looked somewhat mournful.

"Didn't he say he wanted to raise fish?"

"I bet he's planning to raise fish, don't you know that too?"

Xu Huirong's expression also showed some sorrow.

"If he can grow golden rice and golden pumpkins, the fish he raises must be extraordinary too, right?"

"Will they create another kind of golden fish?"

"The fish meat is golden!"

Chen Xueru guessed.

Xu Huirong nodded. It was indeed possible. Just imagine how popular the golden fish meat would be.

"Huirong, shall we go to Liumudi tomorrow?"

Chen Xueru made the suggestion.

"Okay, let's go take a look at the six acres of land."