After fleeing famine, I have thousands of acres of fertile land

Old Man Ye was a little hesitant, but Ye Qing was very straightforward. He took advantage of the current cheap forest land and earned the money back in one season's carbon.

"Grandpa Lizheng, we need two more acres of forest land."

"Now that I have money, I still need to buy land. Money can't be used to have children." Ye Lizheng thought very clearly.

Old Man Ye also turned around and asked, "Village Chief, have my second and third sons come to buy land?"

"They haven't come yet. You can go back and persuade them. If they don't buy this year, they won't be able to be picky next year." The head of the village also had selfish motives. At the end of the year, the village had reclaimed more land, and the county had given them commendations. It was a win-win situation.

Old Man Ye couldn't sit still any longer, so he took Ye Qing back home. When they arrived at the door of his house, they didn't go in, but went to the second son's house first.

"Second brother, what are you busy with? Are you still going to buy the wasteland?"

"Dad is here, making doors and windows at home. Jicun has ordered a lot, and he has just started making them. I am buying some wasteland, but not much, because there are not enough people at home."

"Buy some woodland too. It's cheap now."

"Forget about the forest land. We already have one acre at home." Ye Laoer was not very willing to spend the money.

"Uncle, you can buy more forest land. If you don't have enough money, you can buy less wasteland."

"Qingya, why can crops only be grown on wasteland?" Ye Laoer was a little confused.

"Uncle, do you make money by making furniture or farming?" Ye Qing asked instead of answering.

"Making furniture makes money, but farming depends entirely on God's favor." Uncle Ye blurted out.

"Uncle, we don't have much money right now, so we have to provide the materials ourselves when making furniture. When your reputation gets out, will people from other places also bring the materials when they come to you to order furniture?"

"No, Qingya, apart from the people in the village, no one else would come to me to make furniture." Ye Erlang knew his skills. He was okay for the villagers, but not for the people in the city.

"Uncle, many people have placed orders for the new furniture you made for our family. This is your advantage. Others' styles are not as novel as yours. If you think about some new styles, you can get a lot of business from the nearby villages." Ye Qing was very confident about this.

Ye Laoer felt very excited when he heard this. This way, he would have no worries about not making money.

Ye Chencong was young and smart. After listening to Ye Qing's description of the prospects, he came up with the idea of ​​making finished products and selling them in the city.

Ye Laoer put down his work and took his son to buy some forest land and wasteland.

Old Man Ye watched his son listen to his advice and went home humming a little tune. He would tell the third son about it when he came back in the evening.

"Grandpa, does everyone in this village know how to make charcoal? How did you sell charcoal in the past?" Ye Qing wanted to know in advance whether this business could be done.

"The older people in the village know how to make charcoal. Your eldest brother also followed us to make charcoal. But this job is too tiring and not clean. Rich people don't want to do it." Old man Ye makes two trucks of charcoal every year to sell for money, so he knows a lot about this.

"Grandpa, how much charcoal can be produced at home?" Ye Qing continued to ask.

Old Man Ye also became interested in chatting. "It won't be much. Your brothers are still young and can't help much. I'll take your father and two uncles with me to cut trees and burn charcoal. It'll be good if we can produce two or three carts."

"Is it the same for other families? We have separated, and my father is taking care of my eldest brother, so there will be less to burn."

"That's right. We have to cut down the trees first, drag them down, and then rebuild the kiln. By the time we finish all this, winter is almost over, and the village won't make much money this year." Old man Ye just remembered that there was no completed charcoal kiln here.

Ye Qing couldn't help but frown. This was a waste of time and he wouldn't make any money.

"Qingya, don't worry about it. Why should you worry so much about a child? Just be happy every day. Leave the money-making matter to your father." Old Man Ye is not a male chauvinist and he likes every child.

Ye Qing put this matter aside and went to take care of his rabbits first. Today, more than a dozen rabbits showed signs of giving birth.

As the weather gets cold, Ye Qing has to add some more grass and nutrients to the big rabbit.

Ye Qing came out to check twice, and both rabbits gave birth safely.

"Mom, the rabbits have given birth. There are too many rabbits at home." Ye Qing was a little overwhelmed.

"Qingya, don't feed grass right after giving birth. Go get some bran, mix it with warm water, and feed it to the rabbits." Zhou arranged everything in an orderly manner.

Ye Qing turned around and went to the back seat, where the bran was placed. He then took another basin, poured half of it, mixed it, and fed it to the rabbit.

After doing all this, I saw Boss Ye coming in with a basket on his back. "Dad, we have too many rabbits at home, we can go sell some."

"Okay, keep a few energetic male rabbits and sell the rest. Pick out those that weigh more than six kilograms and sell some of them." Boss Ye has helped get up at night to give the rabbits an extra meal in the past few days and is very familiar with the situation in the rabbit house.

Ye Qing selected twenty rabbits and put them aside, waiting for Ye Lao Da to be free and then take them with him to sell.

"Qingya, where is the rabbit skin we eat at home? Ask your mother to make you a waistcoat to wear."

"Dad has put them in the warehouse. I asked my uncle to help knead them. I'll go get them for Mom right away." Ye Qing wanted to make a scarf, which was fluffy and very warm.

Ye Qing found the rabbit skin from the basket and took it to the main room.

"Mother, Father asked you to make clothes out of rabbit skin. I want a scarf and gloves for my brother. It's cold on the road in winter."

"What kind of gloves and how are they made?" Zhou had never made them before.

Ye Qing stretched out his hand and gestured to Zhou, "The four fingers are not separated, and the thumb is alone."

Zhou understood, "It's just that it's inconvenient to take things."

"It's used to protect your hands on the road, not for work." Ye Qing felt that it was a bit difficult to use rabbit skin to make separate finger patterns.

"Whatever scarf you want, mom will make it for you."

"I just want to wear it around my neck, so I can save some rabbit skin." Ye Qing wanted to make some for everyone in his family, but the rabbit skin at home was limited.

"Mother will make it for you and embroider a small flower on the edge." Zhou looked at her daughter lovingly.

It was a bit cold outside during the day, so Ye Qing didn't go out. He poured two glasses of water on the table and started mending Ye Dalang's torn clothes.

In order to make the clothes look more natural, Ye Qing sewed very slowly, taking him nearly half an hour to mend one place.

"Qingya's sewing is pretty good. You've made a lot of progress. If you practice more, you'll be able to make new clothes by yourself." Zhou stretched her head to take a look at the clothes in Ye Qing's hand, and she didn't hesitate to praise him.

Ye Qing also felt that he was very capable. In the past, he could only sew a button. "Mom, wait for me to practice and make a piece of clothing for you and dad."

"Then mother will wait to enjoy Qingya's blessing." Zhou was happy that her daughter was thinking about her.

At this time, the door was pushed open and Ye Dalang came in with a bowl of tofu in his hand.

"Brother, is this the tofu your aunt gave you?"