Reborn in 1985: From Selling Braised Duck to Becoming the World's Richest Man

Liang Ming just wanted his younger sister Liang Jing to get some rest, so naturally the more people there were, the more lively it would be.

When he saw the village children wanting to go play with him, Liang Ming agreed without hesitation.

Upon arriving at the beach next to the village, the group immediately found a sheltered sandy hillside.

"Children, go to the nearby fields and find clods of dirt."

"Chicken, Dog Egg, Ama, you guys go gather firewood."

"My sister and I are here marinating kiln-roasted chicken and other ingredients."

When the chicks and the village children heard this, they all had no objections and went to do their own work.

Liang Ming and Liang Jing marinated the ingredients on the laid-out plastic sheet.

They originally only bought chicken, eggs, and sweet potatoes.

But as soon as the village children heard that the kiln was going to be fired, they all ran home and brought out the food they had at home.

Such as pork intestines, corn, cured meat, etc.

Liang Ming simply cooked all the ingredients together.

"Finally, all the ingredients are prepared. With so many dishes, will we be able to finish them all?"

Before long, Liang Jing helped Liang Ming prepare all the ingredients. Looking at the ingredients wrapped in tin foil all over the floor, she sighed.

Hearing his sister's words, Liang Ming smiled and said:

"Little sister, you underestimate the appetite of those half-grown boys in the village."

"They say that half-grown boys will starve their parents, and these half-grown boys are at the age when they have the biggest appetite."

"I'm worried that this amount of ingredients won't be enough for them to make!"

Upon hearing this, Liang Jing said with some skepticism, "Brother, it can't be as exaggerated as you say, can it?"

"Whether it's an exaggeration or not, you'll find out in a moment," Liang Ming said with a light laugh, shaking his head.

If they weren't so resourceful, these village kids wouldn't have spontaneously brought out ingredients from their homes.

As they were talking, the chicks and the village children had already returned.

"Uncle Liang Ming, we've brought back the soil we need to build the kiln!"

The village children all eagerly sought credit from Liang Ming.

“Well done. You guys go play somewhere else for a bit. I’ll call you back after I finish building the kiln,” Liang Ming said.

The village children smiled as they received the praise, then ran off to play again.

"Brother Liang Ming, we've also gathered the firewood."

Chicken Boy, Dog Egg, and Ama said to Liang Ming.

"You three have come back just in time to help build the kiln."

Liang Ming smiled and said after seeing the three children.

Upon hearing this, the three kids smiled confidently and said, "No problem, leave it to us."

Building a kiln is a profound art; whether or not you can make kiln-cooked chicken depends on how well the kiln is built.

If the kiln is not built properly, it will collapse during the firing process.

Or perhaps, there's simply no way to build the kiln.

In either case, it will ultimately prevent the chicken and other dishes from being roasted in a kiln.

Fortunately, Liang Ming, Jiwa, Gou Dan, and Ama were all skilled kiln builders in the village from a young age.

Building a kiln is as easy as drinking water.

In just a few minutes, the group worked together to build a kiln.

"Little sister, have some snacks and a Coke first. After we finish burning the firewood and get the kiln burning brightly, we can start roasting the chicken."

At this moment, Liang Ming didn't forget to say something to his younger sister.

Kiln-roasted chicken is a very special picnic method in rural southern China.

In the farmland or on the sandy ground, build an earthen kiln, burn it with dry firewood, and then clean out the wood ash inside.

Next, put the chicken, pork intestines, ribs, sweet potatoes, eggs, etc., wrapped in tin foil or lotus leaves into the heated kiln. Finally, smash the heated kiln and let the heated clay simmer the food until it is cooked.

Ingredients cooked in this way are not only delicious, but also have a fresh, natural aroma.

The taste is simply unforgettable.

"Brother, I'll just sit here and soak up the sun."

Hearing her older brother's words, Liang Jing said.

Upon hearing this, Liang Ming said nothing more.

He, Jiwa, Gou Dan, and Ama put the firewood into the kiln, and Liang Ming took out a match to light the firewood.

As the earthen kiln was lit, the children who had been playing around it all ran back.

They gathered around the earthen kiln, snacking as they ate and asked Liang Ming questions.

"Uncle Liang Ming, how much longer will the kiln be fired?"

"Uncle Liang Ming, when can we put the chickens in?"

"Uncle Liang Ming, I want to eat kiln-roasted sweet potatoes."

The village children asked all sorts of questions.

Liang Ming's head was spinning, and he said helplessly:

"You guys have some snacks and cola first, then I'll let you know."

Upon hearing this, the children immediately picked up the snacks placed on the table and began to eat them.

There are many snacks here, none of which they have ever tried before.

Rice cakes, sachima, wife cakes...

Even the case of Coke that the kids bought was divided up by their workplace, with each pair sharing a bottle.

As Liang Jing watched the village children noisily playing on the sand, eating snacks, drinking cola, chasing and frolicking, she felt her tense spirit gradually relax.

Once she relaxed, Liang Jing felt that the knowledge she had accumulated over the past three years seemed to have gained a new level of understanding.

Her brain seemed to spontaneously go through the knowledge points on its own.

Some knowledge points that I didn't understand well before now seem much simpler.

If a seasoned high school teacher were here and saw Liang Jing in this situation, they would know that this child has attained enlightenment.

This is something that can only happen to top students.

"Little sister, the kiln-roasted chicken is ready, you can eat it now."

At that moment, Liang Jing heard Liang Ming's voice.

Liang Jing came to her senses and turned to look to the side, only to see that the earthen kiln that her older brother and the others had just built had been smashed.

All the ingredients have been placed into the kiln pit.

Liang Ming was using a wooden stick to pry open a corner of the kiln pit and dig out the pre-cooked eggs, sweet potatoes, and pork intestines.

"Brother, have I been spacing out for a long time?"

Seeing this, Liang Jing couldn't help but ask.

"It's been about half an hour. You seem really tired."

As Liang Ming spoke with a smile, he peeled several cooked eggs and handed them to Liang Jing, saying:

"Here, have a few eggs to nourish your body."

Liang Jing took the egg, ate a few bites, and a look of delight immediately appeared on her face: "Brother, your kiln-fired eggs are so delicious."

“If it’s delicious, eat a few more. You haven’t been eating properly lately, and your parents and I are worried about you.”

Liang Ming said with a smile.

Feeling the care in her brother's words, Liang Jing felt a warmth in her heart.

The children in the village ate sweet potatoes and eggs, their faces beaming with happiness.

After the roasted chicken, ribs, and intestines were dug out, everyone's mouths watered.

In no time at all, all the meat was divided up.

Fortunately, Liang Ming was quick-witted and grabbed two chicken legs, handing one to Liang Jing and saying:

"Little sister, eat up, these boys can eat too much."

"There won't be any bones left."

Seeing the chicken leg handed to her by her older brother, Liang Jing smiled broadly, took the chicken leg, and said:

"Brother, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Liang Ming patted her head and said, "Eat up."