In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

"mother."

Zhao Xiaoyun and Zhao Xiaomei asked in unison, "If we marry into that family, will we really be able to eat steamed buns every day?"

"That's not all!"

Seeing her two daughters' performance, Madam Li beamed and said, "Chen Cheng can earn two taels of silver a month, so he certainly won't treat you poorly after you marry into the family. You'll not only have white flour buns every day, but you might even be able to eat meat every few days!"

Suck!

The two women couldn't help but swallow, feeling... even hungrier!

At that moment, the two women had no resistance to marrying into Chenjia Village; all that remained in their minds was the taste of steamed buns and meat.

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At Chen Dao's home.

Not long after Li Ping left, Chen Gou arrived.

"Gou-ge'er, what brings you here?"

Chen Dao, who had just returned from dropping Chen Fei off at school, welcomed Chen Gou into the house and asked him questions.

At the same time, Chen Dao went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of noodles, placing it in front of Chen Gou: "Brother Gou, you haven't had breakfast yet, have some noodles first."

Chen Dao had a good impression of Chen Gou, who was a little older than him, so he didn't mind treating him to a meal.

"Thank you, Brother Dao."

Chen Gou quickly thanked him and looked at the noodles Chen Dao had mentioned. He saw that the bowl contained long, thin, flat strips of white noodles, which must have been made from wheat flour. In addition, there were some egg flowers floating in the soup, which made Chen Gou swallow hard.

Chen Gou didn't hesitate and picked up the bowl to take a sip of soup. The hot soup made his eyes squint involuntarily. On such a cold day, being able to drink hot soup was definitely a blessing.

Moreover, the soup was quite salty. Although salt is a necessity, it is not cheap, so most people use very little salt when cooking, resulting in most dishes being very bland. So, Chen Gou was very satisfied to suddenly drink this very salty soup.

"Brother Dao, I'll finish eating first!"

Chen Gou couldn't wait to grab his chopsticks, pick up the noodles in his bowl, and slurp them up.

Chen Gou quickly finished the noodles, leaving not a single drop of soup in the bowl.

"Thank you, Brother Dao!"

Chen Gou, having finished his noodles, thanked them again with a satisfied look on his face. The food at Chen Dao's house was so much better than what he ate at home. Compared to this bowl of noodle soup, which was both meaty (with egg drop) and very salty, his family's food was practically like pig slop.

Chen Dao waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for thanks, and then said, "Gou-ge'er, is there something you need from me?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Gou immediately sat up straight, gathered his thoughts, and said, "Brother Dao, I want to do business with you."

After he finished speaking, Chen Dao paused, stared intently at Chen Gou sitting opposite him, and asked, "What kind of business are you planning to do with me?"

"I want to do business with white-feathered chickens and yellow-feathered chickens!"

Chen Gou said, "Just like Wu Han!"

Chen Da was the main person in charge of raising white-feathered chickens. Logically speaking, one should consult with Chen Da about doing business with white-feathered chickens. However, Chen Gou knew that the sale of both white-feathered and yellow-feathered chickens was decided by Chen Dao. Therefore, he simply went directly to Chen Dao.

Upon hearing this, Chen Dao gave Chen Gou a deep look. He hadn't said that the villagers of Chenjia Village could do business with him, nor had he said that they couldn't. However, in Chen Dao's heart, he hoped that some people around him or the villagers of Chenjia Village could become business people. Otherwise, Chen Dao wouldn't have sent Li Dadan and Li Feng to study with Wu Han, nor would he have let the children attend school for free.

However... Chen Dao never expected that the first person to set their sights on the white-feathered and yellow-feathered chicken business would not be the adults in the village, but Chen Gou, a half-grown boy.

"Gou-ge'er, what are your plans for the white-feathered chicken and yellow-feathered chicken business?"

Chen Dao asked.

Chen Gou clearly had a detailed plan in mind, and replied directly: "I have already gathered ten households in the village, enough capital and guards. As long as you are willing to sell chickens to us, we can immediately transport them to the city to sell. After making money, we can transport some supplies that the villagers need back. We can make two kinds of money in one round trip!"

Chen Dao nodded in agreement. Chen Gou's thinking was undoubtedly correct. Business in this era was far less complicated than in China in his previous life. As long as Chen Gou could transport the white-feathered chickens and yellow-feathered chickens to the city, he would definitely not have to worry about selling them.

Of course, this is also because yellow-feathered and white-feathered chickens are breeds that can only be produced in Chenjia Village, and there are no competitors at all.

"I agree to this!"

After considering for a moment, Chen Dao nodded and said, "Gou Ge'er, you can come to my place to buy yellow-feathered chickens anytime."

As the number of yellow-feathered chickens in the family increased, the number of old yellow-feathered chickens that stopped laying eggs also increased every day. Chen Dao had long been thinking about selling these old yellow-feathered chickens. Since Chen Gou wanted to do business with these yellow-feathered chickens, Chen Dao naturally had no reason to refuse.

"As for the white-feathered chicken... I'll talk to the uncle about it for you."

Very good!

Chen Gou cheered inwardly and said gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Dao. I'll go back and prepare now."

Not long after, Chen Gou hurriedly left Chen Dao's house to tell the other partners the good news, while Chen Dao returned to the backyard to take care of the chickens and ducks.

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Taiping County, outside the North Gate.

Zhang He stood beside two soldiers guarding the city, gazing at the refugees outside the city, and sighed inwardly.

After eliminating the Zhu family, the county magistrate used a small amount of grain to distribute porridge outside the city every day, which made life a little better for the refugees outside the city, but the improvement was ultimately limited.

Cold and hunger still surrounded them, and almost every day people starved or froze to death outside the city!

Zhang He, who had once been one of the refugees himself, could understand the suffering of these refugees, but he was powerless to help them!

All he could do was try his best to prevent the city's soldiers from mistreating these refugees. As for ensuring they had enough to eat and shelter from the wind and rain...

This is something even the county magistrate couldn't do, let alone Zhang He.

"Who are those people?"

Just then, a shout from a city guard interrupted Zhang He's thoughts. Following the guard's gaze, Zhang He saw a group of people slowly approaching the city gate.

"Qiang!"

Without a second thought, the two soldiers guarding the city drew their swords and pointed them solemnly at the large crowd that was slowly approaching from the opposite side.

There was no way around it; the group on the other side was simply too large, numbering over a hundred, making it hard not to suspect that they had ulterior motives towards the county town.

As the two soldiers drew their swords, the crowd opposite them stopped in their tracks.

Chen Da stared intently at the soldiers guarding the city, who were on high alert, and frowned slightly.