Fishing and Hunting 82, Starting with Three Sisters Who Overprotect Their Brothers

"Really?" Hong Yuan asked instinctively.

"How could it be fake?"

Zhang Wenshan took out the brigade's certificate and pointed to Uncle Ergui's leg.

"Actually, how much money we make isn't important. The main thing is that the village wants to find a way to make a living for those in need, as long as it's stable."

That's half true and half false.

He really didn't care how much money he could make from the snail business. As long as he could settle the poor households in the village and give everyone a stable income, that would be enough.

Just like in later generations.

Many companies specifically hire disabled people, which earns them a good reputation and also brings some hidden benefits.

Hong Yuan glanced at the certificate, then looked at Ge Ergui's legs, and immediately clapped his hands and laughed.

"The price will be as your sister-in-law said. From now on, you can deliver to the restaurant every day. As long as the quality remains the same, I will always buy your goods."

Zhang Wenshan immediately stepped forward, grasped Hong Yuan's hand tightly, and shook it vigorously up and down, his face full of sincerity.

"You two have really helped our village a lot. I'll ask the Party Secretary to write a thank-you letter and deliver it to the restaurant in person."

"Oh, no need, no need. Helping our fellow farmers is our duty."

Hong Yuan declined verbally, but he didn't let go of Zhang Wenshan's hand at all.

"Our political work department is very busy. Minister Liu is only in the office in the mornings every day, so don't cause trouble for the leaders."

"It must be written!"

Zhang Wenshan spoke with a firm tone.

"In your eyes, this little business may not seem like much, but for the poor families in our village, it's a lifeline."

Once a deal is closed, sufficient emotional value must be provided.

People in this era are thin-skinned, reserved, and not good at saying nice things.

Zhang Wenshan was different. Having been refined by later generations, he could utter all sorts of eloquent words with ease, spouting them as if they were free, which made Hongyuan beam with delight.

Without saying a word, Hongyuan accepted the snails and paid for them.

To sign the acquisition agreement more readily.

After Zhang Wenshan and the others left, Wu Xia asked in confusion, "Why sign so early?"

State-run restaurants have standard prices for purchasing other items, with little fluctuation, so once a contract is signed, that's it.

There are no snails.

Taking advantage of the lull in business, they could definitely make a fortune. But once the agreement was signed, it wouldn't be kept secret from the village; the news would spread like wildfire.

Soon everyone found out the price, and they lost a lot of money.

"You're shrewd about small things, but always confused about big ones," Hong Yuan chuckled, picking up a few snails and stuffing them into his mouth, making a slurping sound. "What does helping those in need mean?"

"So what if you have a reputation? What's wrong with that?"

"It's a credit. Once the letter of thanks is sent to our superiors, those monsters and demons who are watching us won't be a problem anymore."

"Is it really necessary?"

"Hehe." Hong Yuan didn't explain further. "Be more honest with people in the future, and don't try to be clever."

Wu Xia rolled her eyes and kicked Hong Yuan in the back of the knee.

"I've always been good to Xiao Zhang; you're the one who's being paranoid."

With that, she walked straight outside.

He took two steps, then turned back and took the rest of the pot of snails away.

……

"Uncle Ergui, watch the road."

Seeing the carriage about to crash straight into the roadside wall, Zhang Wenshan was startled and hurriedly shouted.

"Whoa!"

Ge Ergui snapped out of his daze and quickly tightened the reins, narrowly avoiding a car accident reminiscent of the 1980s.

"I'm sorry, team leader, I... I just feel like I'm dreaming."

"I'll never do it again."

He hurriedly turned around to apologize, his face filled with terror.

Seeing the other person's trembling appearance, Zhang Wenshan smiled helplessly: "It's alright, just be careful."

The carriage set off again.

Zhang Fengxia couldn't help but say, "It's like a dream to me too. How did you come up with such a brilliant idea? You can even sell snails for money. When you get back, you'll definitely shock everyone."

"Um."

Zhang Wenshan gave a faint reply, his mind more focused on the intelligence gathered today.

[Today's News 1: Wild boars spotted southeast of Chishongtun]

Ok?

It doesn't specify a exact location or approximate area; it's just spawning random targets.

Zhang Wenshan scratched his head, looking somewhat depressed.

In this situation, the target is usually injured and frightened, running around randomly. In the game, you can just push it in the right direction.

in reality.

Don't even think about it.

He sighed and continued reading.

[Today's Information 2: Temperatures are expected to continue to drop starting at 18 PM today]

"It's alright, it's somewhat useful."

Zhang Wenshan sighed, trying to console himself.

Even knowing that getting low-value or even useless information is the norm, and that I was just lucky a few days ago, I still couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

"oops!"

A gasp of surprise rang out.

Zhang Wenshan shuddered in fright, and Ge Ergui quickly reined in the carriage.

The third sister scratched her head sheepishly, looked around to make sure no one was watching, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously, "Little brother, wouldn't it be better if we cooked those snails ourselves and sold them?"

Upon hearing this, Ge Ergui also showed a look of sudden realization.

"No way." Zhang Wenshan shook his head decisively. "The seasonings and stuff are much cheaper in state-run restaurants than in ours."

"And then there's the sales channel. They have storefronts and regular customers; they can just sell directly. How are we supposed to sell?"

"Get a car and a pot."

"Make it at home and bring it over."

Zhang Fengxia and Ge Ergui spoke at the same time, proposing two different methods.

"Okay, even if we solve all the previous problems, what if someone causes trouble in town?" Zhang Wenshan looked at the flow of people on the street. "If they see us making money, they might put sacks on our bodies on the road and end up losing their lives."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fengxia and Ge Ergui fell silent.

……

Under the large banyan tree in the center of Chishongtun.

Elderly women, women and children gathered in twos and threes.

Some people drew water directly from the well next door to wash and prepare vegetables, and to wash their bedding.

Some people make shoe soles, mend clothes, weave baskets, weave mats...

The older children were playing with the younger ones, and laughter could be heard from time to time.

"Aunt Wang, isn't your family also struggling financially? Why are you causing trouble for Shanzi?"

The conversation naturally revolved around the recent major events in the village, especially when the parties involved were present.

"When did I cause trouble?" Old Mrs. Wang, fanning herself with a palm leaf fan, spat. "I was just being reasonable."

"You even led the way in robbing other people's things."

"Bullshit, I was just helping out with the work," Old Mrs. Wang said, scoffing. "That brat Zhang Wenshan has always been unreliable. I was thinking of giving him another look, and guess what?"

"What's wrong? Tell me quickly."

"He led his men to work all night and they collected a pile of snails."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd erupted in uproar.

"Are they carrying snails on their carriage?"

"Can that thing be sold for money?"

"If you have a lot, can you exchange it for 80 cents?"

"It's not worth the trouble to break up!"

Hearing the doubts of the crowd, Mrs. Wang's face beamed with smiles, and her wrinkles smoothed out considerably.

She changed the subject and continued, "It's true that we poor households borrowed grain from the team, but we didn't neglect our chores. Now that Zhang Wenshan is involved, isn't he just eating the team's grain for nothing?"

If they cause more trouble in the end, the team might have to pay to clean up the mess.

Those are all everyone's belongings!

"Aunt Wang, didn't they bring other things with them?" someone objected. "Besides, didn't they just sell them for twelve yuan?"

"Who doesn't eat dumplings during Chinese New Year?"

Mrs. Wang scoffed.

"If you can prepare things, who can dig for snails?"

"You guys think about it!"

Everyone fell silent.

Old Wang's face showed a smug look.

You little brat, you're still too green to mess with me.

Damn it, it's really hard to earn this little bit of money!