Reborn in 1977, starting with severing ties with family.

He quickly walked forward.

Luo Jianshe and the old cripple were unloading pigs from a small truck!

It's a live pig!

Two!

"What's going on?" Jiang Sen was completely bewildered. "How did we get two live pigs?!"

"Come and help me right now!" Luo Jianshe could barely hold on to her. "Didn't we tell Yingzi to make jerky last time?"

"Two pigs, you mean alive!"

"What do you think?"

Jiang Sen quickly helped carry the pig inside the door.

However, both pigs weighed over 100 pounds each and were extremely strong. Even when tied up with ropes, their bodies were still twisting violently and making piercing "oink oink" noises.

"Then find someone to kill him first and then bring it to me!"

"It's almost Chinese New Year, and every family in the countryside is slaughtering pigs. But it's so hard to find pig butchers that we have to bring back live pigs."

"What about the slaughterhouse?"

"They've already started their holiday!"

"..."

Jiang Sen was speechless. There was nothing he could do but follow suit and bring it home.

The driver and the old cripple then struggled to lift the second head inside.

Yingzi came out, frowning, and said, "What the hell? A pig? Tsk, you can't even handle this? Get out of the way!"

Yingzi went over, grabbed a pig's ear, and twisted it hard, causing the pig to fall down.

Yingzi knelt on the pig's back with one leg, pulled the loose rope, looped it around one hoof, then around the other hooves, and in a few quick movements, she had bound the pig's four legs tightly, making it unable to move.

Yingzi got up, clapped her hands, raised an eyebrow at Jiang Sen triumphantly, and then went over to deal with the other end in the same way.

The two pigs lay on the ground, looking like they were waiting to be slaughtered, only grunting and no longer making noise.

Luo Jianshe was shocked once again, and Jiang Sen closed his mouth with his hand.

The most shocked person was not Luo Jianshe, but his driver.

The driver and Luo Jianshe went to the countryside to pick up pigs and witnessed six or seven grown men handling a single pig for quite some time.

This woman is all alone!

unarmed!

Tie up the pig!

Or... let's wait outside!

"Dude, is there anything your wife can't do?"

After quite some time, Yingzi and the old cripple returned after washing their hands, and Luo Jianshe finally came to his senses.

Jiang Sen said, "I don't know!" He glanced back at Yingzi, "It remains to be discovered!"

"No, how did she do that?"

The old cripple beckoned them inside, and as they walked, Jiang Sen chatted with Luo Jianshe.

"The Oroqen people hunt all year round, so this is a piece of cake for them?"

Upon hearing this, Yingzi said, "Where we're from, even eight- or nine-year-old children can kill it!"

Several people sat inside the house drinking water and looking at the two pigs in the yard.

Luo Jianshe tentatively asked, "Yingzi, do you know how to butcher a pig?"

Yingzi laughed, "You want to learn?"

"Hmm~" Luo Jianshe shook his head like a rattle drum, "What I mean is, should we go find someone who knows how to butcher pigs?"

"No need!" Yingzi got up and walked out. "I'll go boil some water!"

Once she was gone, Luo Jianshe finally relaxed. "It was a little scary. How could Yingzi be so efficient?"

The old cripple chuckled, "You don't know, the Oroqen people hunt all year round, fighting against wolves, tigers and leopards. The murderous aura on their bodies is so strong that even the most powerful hunting dogs tremble when they see them, let alone pigs!"

After the old cripple finished speaking, he also got up and walked out, saying, "I'm going to help out. You guys sit down."

Jiang Sen and Luo Jianshe were really no help with the pig slaughtering. Watching Yingzi and the old cripple busy in the yard, they started talking about company matters.

"That guy with the red nose has been sentenced!" Luo Jianshe said. "Because of him, several police officers were also disciplined."

In fact, Jiang Sen didn't intend to do anything serious; he was just trying to scare Feng Baoguo.

Luo Jianshe was very good at reading the room; he immediately called the police, who came and arrested the man.

He can't be blamed for this.

"The farm said they'll send the firewood over after the New Year," Jiang Sen said. "Then we can just notify Director Ma to pick it up."

"We're quite fast, but what kind of furniture should we make? Has Jianguo's side provided the blueprints yet?"

In fact, Jiang Sen already had some furniture designs in mind, so it wouldn't be a problem even if Wang Jianguo didn't find someone to design them.

However, fearing that his design ideas were too futuristic and wouldn't be acceptable to people today, he handed the matter over to Wang Jianguo.

What you say comes true, what you think comes true.

Wang Jianguo showed up uninvited!

Seeing the two pigs in the yard, he immediately laughed and went inside to ask, "Is one of them half a pig?"

"Absolutely!" Luo Jianshe said. "Brother, you're too late, otherwise you could have seen pig trotters tied up by hand!"

"Huh? Who is it?"

Luo Jianshe briefly recounted what had just happened, and the three of them laughed for a long time before Wang Jianguo finally brought up the important matter of the day.

He took a stack of papers out of his bag. "Take a look. These are designs I got from my senior classmates at the design institute."

Furniture designs, as long as they are not too complicated, are generally easy to understand and look good in the drawings.

First, there's an overall style, then the breakdown, with dimensions marked on it.

A large wardrobe with double doors, which used to be common in wealthy families and will not be phased out in the future, only the style may change.

The cabinet has double doors made of half solid wood and half inlaid with mirrors, two drawers below, and four legs.

There is also a chest of drawers and a desk.

What really catches the eye is the TV cabinet, which has a small cabinet at the bottom and a place to put the TV on top.

It's square and looks beautiful in any corner of the room.

When Jiang Sen returned to Kyoto in his previous life, his home had this style of house. Seeing this one in front of him, he felt a little dazed.

Wardrobe, chest of drawers, desk, TV cabinet, sofa, coffee table...

There are twenty-eight legs in total!

In the 1980s, when many people got married, the bride would go to the groom's family's new house to count the furniture legs.

These pieces of furniture, while representing some improvements over tradition, are considered quite ahead of their time.

But Johnson wasn't worried.

If you just put it in a department store and hang up a slogan that satisfies people's vanity, you'll have no trouble selling it.

"Jiang Sen?" Luo Jianshe called several times before Jiang Sen came back to his senses. "What are you thinking about? I'm asking you, what do you think of these pieces of furniture?"

Jiang Sen quickly replied, "Great! Just mass-produce these few furniture items, and make several colors for individual selection."

"Isn't this TV cabinet a bit too much? There are so few people who can afford a TV these days!"

"Everyone feels the same way. Once they have a cabinet to put their TV, they'll always be thinking about when they can buy a TV to put on it. This is something we must emphasize! And the price can't be cheap. It's best if it's similar to the price of a wardrobe or chest of drawers."

Wang Jianguo and Luo Jianshe exchanged a glance.

Luo Jianshe then asked, "This is so small, it can be made from scraps, who would buy it if it's priced so high?"

Jiang Sen laughed, "I just said, once you have this, you'll always want to buy a TV to put on it. And vice versa, once you buy a TV, won't you buy this too?"

"That's right!" Luo Jianshe finally understood.

Wang Jianguo's eyes lit up as well. "I think we can contact textile factories to get some covering cloths or something. TV programs are limited, so it's mostly closed. Covering it with a cloth will keep it from getting dusty and make it look nice."

“Use white lace!” Jiang Sen said.

"what?"

Luo Jianshe winked and asked, "Lace!"

"Ah, is there a problem?" Jiang Sen asked, puzzled. "White lace, if you put it on top, it looks clean and classy, ​​like the tablecloths people use in foreign movies."

Wang Jianguo seemed to understand Luo Jianshe's meaning and laughed heartily, "Jiang Sen is right, that's exactly it!"