Era: Village bully, so what if he can't get a wife?

The millet porridge was cooked quickly; just add a little salt to replenish the body's needs.

I only found two chipped bowls, which were barely usable.

He filled a bowl and went inside.

"My cheap wife, have some millet porridge!"

Su Qiuxin glanced at it coldly, then turned her head away, clearly indicating that she didn't want to eat.

Still huddled in the corner, like a cluster of white pear blossoms about to wither.

Damn it, that little wench is really hard to please.

Lin Feng's temper flared up, and he said fiercely, "If you don't eat, you won't have the strength during your wedding night."

"If you don't have the strength, I'll go find your second sister tomorrow."

"She runs fast, and I can tell she's very strong. Even if I catch her, I'd rather break her legs than not feel at ease."

Upon hearing this, Su Qiuxin suddenly looked up, suppressing her anger, and coldly stared at Lin Feng.

"Eat or not!"

Lin Feng continued shouting.

He realized that to achieve his goal, he had to play the role of a bully.

"Put it down and get out!"

Without saying a word, Lin Feng put down his bowl and walked out.

When he finished his millet porridge and went back into the house, the bowl was empty.

Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction, walked to the corner by the wall, picked up Su Qiuxin, and carried her towards the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove).

"you..."

Su Qiuxin's heart clenched painfully. This...the wedding night?!

That bastard is truly fearless; she has tuberculosis, which is highly contagious.

She instinctively clung tightly to Lin Feng's neck, her whole body trembling with nervousness and full of resistance.

Once she was placed on the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) and covered with a thick quilt, Su Qiuxin's fingernails were already digging into her flesh, and she curled up into a ball with all her might.

Her eyes were tightly shut, as if she were afraid that Lin Feng would turn into a raging beast and devour her.

But one minute, two minutes, five minutes...

There was no violent possession; the room was eerily quiet, and she could only hear her own heartbeat.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Just when I felt my heart was about to explode, Lin Feng's flippant voice rang out.

"Tch, skinny as a skeleton. Touching it feels like touching a mahjong tile."

"It's all bone, but it hurts my hand to touch it."

"No curves in the front, no shape in the back, and as skinny as a telephone pole. Maybe I should let it heal a bit more!"

"Now that we're in the bridal chamber, I really can't bring myself to kiss her!"

"Tsk! Tsk!"

Upon hearing this, Su Qiuxin's eyes widened suddenly, only to meet the disdainful and critical gaze of that bastard.

Su Qiuxin's tense mood was instantly replaced by anger.

"Get out! Cough cough!"

Without any hesitation, Raymond Lam turned and left, saying, "Fine, I'm out!"

Only after she could no longer see the bastard's figure did Su Qiuxin angrily pull the thick quilt over her head and shrink into it.

The house has three rooms. The room on the east side has a heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove), where Su Qiuxin lives.

The middle room is divided into north and south sections; the inside is a small kitchen, and the outside is considered the main room.

There is a small room on the west side, which can be considered the west room.

Lin Feng tidied up briefly, found some dry grass to spread on the ground, then laid out a quilt, and settled down for the time being.

Lying on the hay, looking through the hole in the roof at the sparse moon and stars, Raymond Lam had to think about what to do next.

A start with nothing to his name, a character universally disliked, and then a wife with tuberculosis...

He really wanted to yell, "Damn you, God, I'll knock your son's head off!"

The most important thing now is to treat Su Qiuxin's illness.

Her body can't hold on much longer; she needs treatment as soon as possible.

Lin Feng wasn't sure if the county hospital had the medication.

Lin Feng frantically searched for information about tuberculosis, but unfortunately, he had hardly ever encountered this disease in his later life.

However, while scrolling through Douyin (TikTok), I came across a few pieces of information that were quite useful.

Perhaps it was a perk of time travel, but his memory was frighteningly clear.

All the information he came into contact with in later generations could come to mind whenever he wanted.

In this era, the drugs for treating tuberculosis included rifampin, ethambutol, streptomycin, isoniazid, liver-protecting drugs, and so on.

Even using the best medicine, it would cost about 120 yuan per month!

Given Su Qiuxin's condition, she will need to take medication for at least a year and a half, and it cannot be interrupted.

Once the medication is discontinued, the patient will develop drug resistance, leading to relapse. After that, treatment becomes extremely difficult, essentially a death sentence.

In a year and a half, the treatment costs alone amounted to more than two thousand yuan.

At that time, even if a skilled worker in the city didn't eat or drink, his annual salary would only be 500 yuan, less than 60 yuan a month!

The able-bodied men in the village earn less than 200 work points a year! That's only 20 yuan a month!

Su Qiuxin is such a troublemaker; just treating her illness would require a strong laborer to go without food or water for ten years.

No wonder the Su family wouldn't treat her; they simply couldn't bear the enormous financial burden.

"Damn it! Beautiful women are the real troublemakers!" Lin Feng couldn't help but mutter.

Conversely, if Su Qiuxin hadn't met Lin Feng, she would definitely have died.

Lin Feng, who grew up under the red flag, couldn't live with himself for not helping someone in distress.

Saying he would marry Su Qiuxin was just a temporary measure; otherwise, this proud and arrogant girl wouldn't have gone with him.

"Once you're cured, I'll sell you to a nouveau riche for five thousand, hmph!!"

"Looks like we still need to make money!"

Now that we're penniless, the only way to do business without any initial investment is to go up the mountain!

In 81, the country had just begun to open up a little, and official policy allowed urban non-agricultural households to become self-employed.

It must be emphasized that... this is a non-agricultural household registration!

The scope is also limited to retail and catering, repair services, and non-motorized transportation, just these few industries.

A maximum of two employees, plus five apprentices!

This means that a sole proprietorship cannot have more than seven people!

In principle, people with rural household registration are not allowed to be self-employed in towns and cities; at most, they can set up a stall to sell their own agricultural products.

Otherwise, it's just speculation and profiteering!

It wasn't until 87 that the private sector was legalized.

Unfortunately, Lin Feng has a rural household registration and doesn't even have the opportunity to apply for a business license.

So if Lin Feng wants to do business and make money, he'll have to wait a few more years.

Then there's only one way.

Head into the mountains! Head deep into the mountains!

To the north of the deep mountain village lies a continuous forest of mountains that stretches as far as the eye can see, even from the highest peak.

A few years ago, there was a famine, and the villagers went hunting in the mountains. When they ran out of nearby animals, they had to continue venturing deeper into the mountains.

One-third of them got lost in the mountains and never came out again.

In addition, there are wolves, tigers, bears, wild boars, and other animals in the area, making hunting in the deep mountains extremely dangerous.

Since the implementation of the policy of distributing land to individual households this year, farming has become the main occupation, and even fewer people are going into the mountains.

Those who wanted to hunt only wandered around the nearby hills.

"With my physique—I could kill a bear with a single punch—plus my incomplete knowledge of hunting and herbalism, I should be able to make money, right?"

"At the very least, we can find some traditional Chinese medicine to treat tuberculosis and stabilize Su Qiuxin's condition."

"I think there's a Chinese medicine formula called... Yuehua Wan, which is the primary formula for treating tuberculosis. What are the ingredients again? Adenophora stricta, Ophiopogon japonicus, Asparagus cochinchinensis..."

Lin Feng muttered to himself, and then drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Lin Feng was awakened by coughing.

After quickly getting dressed and stepping out of the room, I saw Su Qiuxin cooking in the yard: millet porridge with cabbage.

Su Qiuxin was still wearing thin clothes covered in patches, cloth shoes, and her ankles were exposed.

She covered her mouth and nose with a thick scarf, obscuring half of her beautiful and charming face.

The weather is getting colder, and winter is just around the corner. Her clothes are not very warm.

It seems we need to put warm clothes on the agenda, repair the house, and buy some coal.

This is all money!

Fortunately, Su Qiuxin is in much better spirits today, so it seems she slept well.

Lin Feng deliberately mimicked the crooked-mouthed dragon king's mannerisms, saying in a cheeky tone, "Oh! So you've taken on the responsibilities of being a wife! Not bad! Not bad!"