To get rich quickly, you need to be simple and rough

Li Fuguitata pulled his shoes and filled a bowl of noodles for his son. The large black pottery bowl with snow-white noodles and green chopped green onions made people's mouths water.

Li Wenting quickly served a large bowl of noodles to his parents, and the whole family sat on the stools and ate it all up.

There are many details to consider when making assorted grains and melons. Liu Guilan's aunt is the daughter of the owner of Bai Yutang's pickle garden, and she makes authentic sweet bean paste and various pickles.

Assorted pickled cucumbers are made with the newly made sweet bean paste of the year as the main raw material. Fresh pickled cucumbers are picked, washed, and marinated with coarse salt for a day to remove excess moisture from the cucumbers.

After soaking the excess salt in clean water, the Ma Ling melon becomes soft from crispy. Remove the pulp from the Ma Ling melon and stuff the washed peanuts, kohlrabi, agar-agar, and walnut kernels into the Ma Ling melon. Tie it with cotton thread into the shape of a landmine and put it into the sauce jar.

The pickled assorted cucumbers have a fresh and fragrant taste with just the right amount of salty and sweet flavor, making them a great dish to go with rice.

Liu Guilan loved her son very much, so she added some sesame oil to the assorted pickled cucumbers for seasoning. It was crunchy in the mouth, and before they knew it, the whole bowl of noodles was finished by the family of three.

After eating and drinking, Liu Guilan asked Li Wenting to go out and digest the food so as not to suppress the food gas.

Li Fugui accompanied Li Wenting for a stroll in the yard, and Liu Guilan went to the front yard to see how the livestock were being fed.

The Li family raised sixteen cows, three mules, more than three hundred pigs, eighty goats, more than a thousand chickens, and more than a hundred ducks.

The remaining bean cakes from the Li family winery's lees oil mill were used to feed livestock. The cows were used to plow the fields, and the remaining meat and milk were sold in the family's grocery store.

It was truly a one-stop operation, integrating production, supply, and marketing. Li Fugui never focused on the meager profits from the land. Even if there were officials in the clan, the meager profits would still be subject to heavy taxes and levies. By selling the crops to the city dwellers, the profits could be multiplied several times over.

Liu Guilan walked around her yard on her bound feet, inspected all the chicken coops, and led a few servants to pick up five baskets of eggs and one basket of duck eggs.

Liu Guilan estimated the number of pairs and hurriedly took people to pack the eggs in layers of grass and eggs. She would use her family's ox cart to transport the eggs to her shop in the provincial capital to sell them the next day.

Liu Guilan was sitting in the backyard sorting out the accounts, her left hand clacking away on the abacus while her right hand was using a brush to write down the entries one by one in the account book.

When Li Wenting came to his own livestock shed, he couldn't help but sigh that so many livestock really needed a good person to manage them. His father, Li Fugui, took care of the outside business and collected rent, and everything at home was taken care of by his mother.

The big fat pigs grunted as they ate their food, which was a pleasure to watch.

Li Fugui, my son, our pigs are so fat! The biggest one here weighs nearly 300 pounds. Tomorrow, Old Master Zheng in the provincial capital is having his birthday, and he's ordered two pigs from us. Tomorrow, I'll ask Cui Liu to save a good piece of meat for you, and have your mother stew it for you to eat. It'll nourish you well.

The father and son chatted and laughed as they returned to the house. Li Wenting asked someone to bring a pot of hot water and drank tea and chatted with Li Fugui.

Before we knew it, it had been almost a month since Li Wenting came into this world. Li Fugui and Liu Guilan simply doted on Li Wenting. Liu Guilan was afraid that Li Wenting would catch a cold if he got up at night, so she put the toilet in Li Wenting's room.

Before going to bed, I must feel whether Li Wenting’s kang is cold or not.

Li Fugui took his son to the city to check out the shops and to do favors with people. Whenever he saw someone selling candied haws, he would rub his hands and buy a string for his son.

Although Li Fugui was a businessman, he did not have any bad habits of a businessman. The Li family was not prosperous, so Liu Guilan advised Li Fugui to take a concubine so that he could have more children.

Li Fugui, that won't do. Farmers don't like to find wives. This is a sign of ruin. We have Yaozu. The child will be healthy after a few years of care. In our family's conditions, can we still lack food and drink for the child?

Li Fugui is too tired to find a wife. He wants her to eat and wear fancy cheongsams, just like the girls in brothels.

Li Fugui and Liu Guilan are husband and wife, and their relationship has always been good. How could they, as a couple since childhood, find a bad concubine to make his wife feel disgusted?

Li Fugui liked his wife very much. She was good at managing the household and had plenty of silk at home, but she only wore a woolen blue cloth gown with some flowers and plants embroidered on the cuffs and trouser legs.

Normally, Liu Guilan wouldn't look like the wife of a wealthy family even in a crowd. She manages the family business so neatly every day. It's also a testament to her parents' discerning taste in finding a reliable wife that they've lived together for so many years without a single quarrel.

Li Fugui collected the profits from the shops in the city, leaving some working capital, said goodbye to the shopkeeper, and drove the cart home with his son. The mule pulling the cart moved forward with a vigorous pace.

Li Fugui had more than two thousand dollars tied around his waist, and was eating the five-spice soybeans fried by his wife, with his beloved son sitting next to him.

Li Fugui has been very comfortable in the past few months. His son's health has improved and he hasn't had to take Chinese medicine for several months.

At the end of the year, pigs were sold for 7,000 yuan, chickens and ducks were sold for 1,000 yuan, and the most rare thing was that the sheep were all taken back to the restaurant and sold for 400 yuan.

The New Year is approaching, and the dividends to the shopkeeper and the salaries of the long-term and short-term workers in the family are all expenses.

The father and son were chatting happily in the cart. When they reached the edge of the poplar forest on the official road west of the city, Erhei, who was pulling the cart, suddenly stamped his hooves nervously.

A dozen masked bandits emerged from the woods. Li Fugui cursed his bad luck in his heart, wondering how he could have attracted bandits without checking the almanac before going out.

The bandit leader didn't waste any time and led his men towards the Li family's car.

Li Fugui, big boss, please stay. I'm the eighth son of the Li family in Guanzhuang, and this is my son. I, Li, have a relationship with the big boss Tang from Sancha Mountain. Could you please give me a favor? Here are twenty dollars as a token of your appreciation, so I can buy you a cup of tea.

Li Fugui wanted to talk to the bandits. This group of bandits was almost going crazy with poverty at the foot of the provincial capital. They should think twice before doing anything bad. Although the old man and the young man were dressed in ordinary clothes, they had a mule cart and twenty dollars in their pocket. It was obvious that they were rich men.

It would be better to kidnap these two men and ask their families to pay the ransom.

Li Wenting was ruined at the sight of this situation. The bandits had vicious eyes and it looked like they had killed people before.

It would be a pipe dream for my father to talk to others.

Li Wenting pulled out a mirrored box from his waist and fired all the bullets in the box without saying a word.

The bandits were furious and rushed towards Li Wenting with their weapons in hand.

Li Fugui's hands were useless, so Li Wenting snatched his father's Browning and fired another box of bullets. The bandit fell down at such a close distance.

Li Fugui vomited all over the place. After all, the scene was too bloody and he couldn't bear to watch it.

These more than ten people were shot dead with one shot. Li Wenting was steady, accurate and ruthless. He would never allow a group of bandits to complain in front of him.