Returning to the small mountain village of '86, intelligence updated daily.

"Giggle giggle—"

As the roosters crowed in unison, the tranquil southwestern mountain village welcomed a new day.

Mornings in the countryside are very peaceful, especially in the 1980s when there was little pollution and the air was very fresh and invigorating.

By this time, the town's market was gradually becoming lively, as today was market day.

People from many nearby villages have a customary practice of gathering in town to trade on specific days of the 1st, 4th, and 7th of the lunar calendar.

Whether selling their own agricultural products or handicrafts, the town is always bustling with activity on this day.

Zhou Rui and his father, Zhou Shiwei, got up very early this morning.

They first borrowed a tricycle from Aunt Li's house, then loaded all the cut-up wild boars onto the tricycle, which was then ridden by Uncle Zhou Shijie to the market.

All eight members of the Zhou family who were at home slept very well last night. In Zhou Rui's memories from his previous life, this was definitely one of the better nights they had slept.

"Dad, how about we sell wild boar meat for 2.5 yuan a pound today? Buy two pounds and get a free pair of insoles."

"If they don't want the insoles, then it's two yuan per pound, and other pig offal and bones are extra."

As Zhou Rui walked along the road, watching the increasing number of villagers in the town, he turned to discuss it with his father.

This was his idea: since handmade shoe soles weren't selling well, they would bundle them together for sale.

By creating the illusion of a "gift," the villagers felt they were getting a good deal, thus quickly clearing out their stockpiled shoe soles.

In reality, pork purchased from supply and marketing cooperatives with coupons usually costs around 1.3 to 1.5 yuan per jin (500 grams).

The "negotiated price" meat produced and sold directly by farmers is usually 30 cents higher than the average price, which is about 1.6 to 1.8 yuan per kilogram.

The wild boar that Zhou Rui hunted was relatively small, and the meat was quite tender. It wasn't an old wild boar; if it were an old wild boar, the price would probably be the same as the market price.

Selling for 2.5 yuan per jin, although the scarcity of wild boar meat and the fact that some people like to eat wild game make it slightly more expensive, it won't be that much more expensive.

But if you give away a pair of insoles, it's a different story. A decent pair of insoles now costs around 1 yuan.

Zhou Shiwei thought for a moment, then nodded and said:

"Sure, this way we can turn the insoles we keep at home into money. Even if they don't want them, we're not getting a bargain by selling wild boar meat for 2 yuan a pound."

Zhou Rui knew perfectly well that a pair of insoles was made by women in rural areas in their spare time, and its value lay in the time cost.

Making a pair of exquisite and durable insoles usually takes a housewife three or four days of her spare time.

There were only three of them selling pork.

My mother and second aunt are both at home. After they finish cooking and bring the food to the three of them, they will go to the fields to pull weeds. My grandparents told them to rest at home.

My younger brother went to the village to do work for his neighbors. It was a "favor job" with no pay, but at least he was provided with two meals.

Zhou Shijie has been relatively quiet since last night.

Even when he rode a tricycle carrying pork, the villagers were astonished.

"The second son of the Zhou family can help with chores now?"

"That's really rare, the sun must have risen in the west!"

Uncle Zhou Shijie did not react to this. In the morning, neither Zhou Shiwei nor his son woke him up; he got up on his own and waited.

In the past, I would have slept until the sun was high in the sky before getting up.

Zhou Rui could clearly sense that his second uncle had changed. Although he was still not as good as he was in the previous life, he was quite different from before.

Any change is a good thing!

The three of them found a stall, and before Zhou Rui even started hawking his wares, three or five people had already gathered around.

Wild boars are very different from domestic pigs; wild boars have stiffer hair and those terrifying tusks.

"This pork looks delicious, how much is it per pound?"

"That's a really big wild boar! You're really something, man. How much did you sell it for?"

Zhou Rui stopped his usual hawking and responded to the villagers with enthusiasm.

"Uncle, auntie, it's two yuan and fifty cents a pound. Buy two pounds and get a free pair of insoles. If you don't want them, you can buy them separately for two yuan a pound."

"The ribs are only 8 cents a pound, but you have to buy a pair of insoles with them."

Zhou Rui stated the price he had already decided on, because wild boars have very little fat, and the only two or three pounds of meat had already been rendered into lard last night.

Therefore, the price of fatty meat was not reported.

Then reduce the price of some of the ribs and let the villagers buy them together with insoles that they need to sell quickly.

With this two-pronged approach, Zhou Rui had no doubt that the dozen or so pairs of insoles he brought today would sell out quickly.

The villagers had been watching Zhou Shiwei inquire about prices, but unexpectedly, it was the young man next to him who made the offer. The young man looked at Zhou Shiwei with a puzzled expression.

In rural areas during that era, the people in their 40s and 50s were the ones who managed the household and handled external affairs.

Zhou Shiwei said with some pride:

"My eldest son, whatever he says goes."

Zhou Rui stood smiling in front of the tricycle.

"Uncle, how much do you want? I'll give you some pig's blood to take home and make soup for the first customer."

The middle-aged man who called out to Zhou Shiwei hesitated slightly.

At this time, most families don't eat meat every meal, and besides, there was no fatty meat to sell from this wild boar, which is why he seemed a little hesitant.

Finally, the middle-aged man couldn't resist the temptation of the gamey pork and bought two pounds of pork. He didn't want the free insoles, and the first order was completed.

Upon receiving the four yuan, Zhou Shiwei did not take it but instead winked at Zhou Rui, indicating that he should keep it himself.

Zhou Shijie took a kitchen knife and cut off a piece of good pork belly next to the tricycle. He then weighed it on a scale and handed it to the other party.

Zhou Rui kept his promise and sent the other party pig's blood.

After the first customer arrived, more and more people gathered around to watch.

The woman who spoke first had clearly done some mental calculations: was it really worth it to buy two jin of pork for 2.5 yuan and get a pair of insoles for free?

People these days aren't so easily fooled; most people will do the math in their heads.

The old woman calculated for a while, and only after seeing that the third customer had made a purchase did she say:

"Give me two pounds of pork, three pounds of spare ribs, and two pairs of insoles, my elderly mother's insoles are broken."

Zhou Rui, with a smile on his face, calculated the total accounts, then said to the old woman:

"Auntie, two jin of pork is 5 yuan, and I'll give you a pair of insoles. Three jin of ribs is 2 yuan and 4 mao, and two pairs of insoles are 2 yuan and 8 mao. That's 10 yuan and 2 mao in total. I'll charge you 10 yuan."

It's always easier to find someone who knows their stuff. Zhou Rui's price was definitely fair; a pair of exquisite insoles for 1.4 yuan wasn't overpriced at all.

He even voluntarily gave her two cents in change, a generosity that surprised the old lady.

Two jin of pork cost 5 yuan, which is only about 1 yuan more expensive than ordinary wild boar meat. The price of ribs is also slightly lower than the market price, all in order to sell insoles quickly.

The old lady took out a "big unity" bill and handed it to Zhou Rui. Knowing that she had gotten a good deal, she readily agreed.

Then, a few villagers came to buy meat, and some asked Zhou Rui how much the pig offal, such as pig heart, pig liver, and pig kidney, cost.

However, Zhou Rui did not sell any of them, saying he wanted to keep them.

He certainly wasn't planning to keep it for himself; he was waiting for someone.

Li Dehua, a villager who owns ten thousand yuan, will definitely receive the news that the eldest son of the Zhou family has killed a wild boar.

Zhou Rui knew through the intelligence system that he wanted pork kidneys, so he had been saving them, waiting for him.

As Zhou Rui had hoped, a man wearing a blue polyester shirt, leather shoes, carrying a leather bag, with his hair parted to the side and smeared with hair wax, pushed through the crowd and walked to the tricycle.

He is Li Dehua, a millionaire!

The feud between his family in the previous life and this life.

He was the one who caused his father to miss opportunities and his second uncle to live a muddled life.

The goal Zhou Rui had been waiting for had finally appeared...