Reborn in 1985, starting from the mountains of Northwest China

"A set of large intestines costs five or six mao at the market. After braising, it'll weigh over a pound. If we were to sell it... how much would be appropriate?"

Lin Xiu looked up at Chen Feng.

A set of large intestines weighs about two or three pounds; the more you buy, the more discounts you get.

However, there aren't many people selling this stuff in the village right now.

According to the price of the peddler in my previous life, it would be 1.2 yuan, but since Chen Feng himself has never tried it, it's better to lower the price a bit and test the waters!

Lin Xiu also did some mental calculations.

A pair of large intestines costs five or six cents to produce, and with seasonings and firewood, it's at most seven cents.

If you sell it for one dollar, you can make three cents.

If I can sell two sets, that's six cents.

After a month...

Her eyes brightened for a moment, then dimmed again.

"Sanmao...isn't that too few?"

Chen Feng shook his head: "Quite a few. We're just starting out, so we're testing the waters first. Besides, it's only one yuan per pound, cheaper than pork, so people are willing to buy it."

Lin Xiu nodded, then started counting on her fingers.

"Shall we go to the market tomorrow and buy a pair to try?"

Chen Feng was about to nod when he suddenly remembered something.

"Wait, what day of the month is tomorrow?"

Lin Xiu was taken aback: "The eighth day? What's wrong?"

Chen Feng slapped his thigh: "Tomorrow is the eighth day of the lunar month, there's a big market in town!"

Lin Xiu also realized what was going on: "Right, right, a big market! That's even better, lots of people and lots of things!"

Chen Feng nodded, then thought for a moment: "There are many meat stalls at the market, not just Wang the Cripple's. We can ask at several stalls and compare prices."

Lin Xiu's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, let's compare prices. Maybe we can find something cheaper."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

They haven't even started doing business yet, and they've already learned to be thrifty.

"Then let's get up early tomorrow," Lin Xiu said. "Let's go early while there are lots of people at the market and pick out a good one."

Chen Feng nodded: "Okay, get up early."

Lin Xiu then remembered something: "Wouldn't it be too cheap to sell it for one yuan?"

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment.

He really hadn't thought about that.

In my past life, I watched those short videos and they always said, "You get what you pay for," and "If the price is too low, nobody will buy it."

But that was in a past life.

These days, the first thing villagers look at when buying things is the price.

Buy whichever is the cheapest.

Chen Feng shook his head: "The villagers are short of money, so they try to save every penny they can."

Lin Xiu thought for a moment and nodded: "That's true. We're just starting out and don't have a reputation yet. If we lower the price, people will be willing to try it. If they like it, they'll come back to buy it next time."

"Whatever you say. Let's sell one then."

The two then discussed the details in detail.

There's a market tomorrow, and I'm in a hurry to run some errands, so I told Chen Feng's mother, Liu Xia, and asked her to come over and help take care of the child tomorrow.

Chen Feng nodded, and the matter was settled.

He stood up, walked to the door, and looked at the sky outside.

The sun was high in the sky, shining brightly in the yard, and a few sparrows hopped around on the wall.

"Then I'll go tell my mother now."

Lin Xiu responded and decided to tidy up the house first.

Chen Feng went out the door and walked towards his parents' courtyard.

On the way, Chen Feng kept thinking about how to tell his parents about this.

Tell her we'll go to the market, and that her parents will know when we buy pig intestines in the future.

If she just said she wanted to start a braised pork business, her mother would definitely disagree.

He knew his mother's temper.

The older generation believes in one principle: honestly farming and working hard is better than anything else.

Doing business?

That's a crooked and unorthodox approach; it's just "making trouble."

When we arrived at the old house, the gate was still closed.

Chen Feng knocked on the door.

His mother's voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

"Mother, it's me."

Footsteps approached from afar, and the courtyard gate creaked open.

Liu Xia was wearing an old cotton-padded jacket, and her hair was a little messy. When she saw Chen Feng, she was stunned for a moment.

"Fengzi? What happened?"

According to usual practice, Chen Feng should have stayed at home or visited other relatives today. Why did he suddenly run over here?

Chen Feng shook his head: "It's nothing. Mother, I came in to tell you something."

Liu Xia stepped aside, and Chen Feng entered the courtyard.

A cough came from inside the house, followed by Chen Laogeng's voice: "Who's here?"

"Fengzi," Liu Xia replied.

Chen Feng's heart tightened, and he followed his mother into the house.

Chen Laogeng was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), his legs covered with an old cotton quilt, his face somewhat sallow. Seeing Chen Feng enter, he tried to sit up, but Liu Xia quickly went over and pressed him down.

"Just lie there, the child isn't an outsider."

Chen Laogeng then lay back down, looked at Chen Feng, and asked weakly, "Why did you come at this hour? Is something wrong?"

Chen Feng sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and looked at his father's legs.

I noticed he looked fine a few days ago, but after not seeing him for a few days, he looks like this.

"Dad, have you seen a doctor yet?"

Chen Laogeng waved his hand: "It's an old ailment. I get like this whenever it gets cold. I'll be fine after a few days in bed. Why bother seeing a doctor and wasting money?"

Liu Xia chimed in from the side, "He told him to go see a doctor, but he absolutely refused. He said he just needed to rest, and he's been resting for three days now, but he hasn't gotten much better."

Chen Feng looked at the old cotton quilt on his father's lap and felt a pang of sadness.

Whenever he felt unwell, his father would always say that he just needed to lie down and he would feel better.

Chen Feng understood that they didn't want to cause trouble because they thought the boys were useless.

He sighed inwardly. This year!

No, it's this month!

He was determined to save up money to take his father to the county hospital for a checkup!

Chen Feng pulled himself out of his thoughts and wanted to see if the business was viable. If it was profitable, he would take his father to see it first!

"Father, Mother, I came to tell you that Xiuer and I are going to town tomorrow and would like to ask you to help look after Xiaoshan and Xiaoyue."

Liu Xia was taken aback: "Going to town? What for?"

Chen Feng paused for a moment, then decided to tell the truth.

"Let's go buy something."

Liu Xia looked at him, her eyes scrutinizing him.

"What do you want to buy? Is there anything you need at home?"

Chen Feng knew his mother was interrogating him.

That's just his mother's personality; she has to get to the bottom of everything.

He thought for a moment and said, "Buy some spices or something."

Liu Xia frowned: "Star anise? Don't we still have some at home? You didn't use up the star anise and cinnamon I gave you last time, did you?"

Chen Feng shook his head: "I haven't used it all. But I want to buy more."

Liu Xia looked at him without saying a word.

Chen Laogeng also looked at him, his eyes filled with doubt.

Chen Feng took a deep breath.

"Dad, Mom, I want to try making some braised pork intestines."

Liu Xia's expression changed.

"Braised large intestine?"

Chen Feng nodded: "Yes. Xiu'er and I have discussed it. We'll go to the market tomorrow to buy a set of large intestines and try braising them ourselves. If it works, we might be able to make some money from it in the future."

After listening, Liu Xia remained silent for a long time.

Chen Laogeng lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) in silence.

The room was quiet, with only the occasional crowing of roosters coming from outside the window.

Liu Xia spoke, her voice not loud, but every word was like a stone hitting the ground.

"Selling braised pork intestines? You?"

Chen Feng nodded.

Liu Xia took a step forward and stared into his eyes.

"Fengzi, are you doing your old tricks again?"