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But then I thought, I'm not really prepared to be an illiterate here for the rest of my life. In this era when even wealthy businessmen have to pretend to be cultured, being able to write about the mountains and rivers is a necessary skill for making money.

"Thank you, Dad. I will definitely study hard with my brother and make progress every day!" Guangdan's loud voice startled Goudan who was standing next to him.

Has his second brother, who is a jerk and doesn't like to study, changed his personality?

There is still more than a month before spring ploughing, and the temperature is still below zero. The snow in the mountains is basically in the form of sand and so dry that it is impossible to make snowballs.

After a money-making trip to the county town, the Lin family began to focus on these small items.

To Guangdan, this was almost like being possessed by a demon.

"I'm going to go to Dashan's house and ask the two brothers to go and slaughter pigs for others and keep the pig hair for us." Lin Daniu patted the bamboo shavings on his clothes, stood up, said something to everyone, and strode out the door.

Seeing his old father disappear like a gust of wind, Guangdan looked at his elder brother curiously and asked, "It's already the end of the Chinese New Year, and there won't be many people who need to kill pigs, right? We should have run out of bristles for the brush, right?"

Gouwei frowned in distress and sighed softly, "That's right. Now I guess there's only enough to make another ten brushes. What should I do?"

As he said this, the young man hung his head in frustration. Guangdan glanced at his second uncle who was also frowning next to him, and suddenly felt that this matter was really difficult to deal with.

Even if you have the skills of a master craftsman, it's useless without the right materials.

Isn't this just like a good cook cannot cook without rice?

And basically there was no substitute for pig hair at that time. Seeing that the road to making money was blocked again, the boy with the dog tail looked eagerly at his extremely cute bald brother again.

Feeling the burning gaze of his elder brother, Guangdaner grinned and revealed a bright little face.

"I don't know what to do about this, but after the spring, the things in the mountains will come out. It's the best time for us to make brushes. Didn't I mention this to my uncle before?"

After Guangdan said this, Gouwei also remembered the matter of collecting animal hair that he had discussed with his uncle during the New Year's greetings.

If they were just making a few brushes for their own use, there would naturally be no need for further discussion, but after all, this was to be used to do business and make money, so at the time, at Guangdan's suggestion, I still discussed this matter seriously with my uncle.

Finally, I decided to spend money to buy in bulk from my uncle. Naturally, the price was pushed very low by my uncle. For my uncle, this was basically a disguised way of supporting his nephew's business.

"Then after we finish what we have, we can start making brushes?" Gouwei asked uncertainly.

After asking, he added with some worry: "It's just that this pen is not as easy to sell as a brush. After all, there are still few educated people."

This sentence also touched everyone's heart. How many educated people can there be in the county town?

In comparison, the total number of scholars in Lingxi Prefecture might be about the same as the number of scholars in a county town in Jiangnan.

This is the difference between the Northwest and the South. Therefore, in the original book, when Lin Xing went to Beijing to take the exam, many candidates looked down on him because he was from Lingxi.

For the same scholar, one has to admit that the one in Jiangnan is more arrogant, so in comparison, everyone would think that Lin Xingzhi's value is not high.

Thinking of these bastards, he nodded in agreement and suggested, "How many pens can a student buy in a year? Besides, the students who buy our pens probably don't come from well-off families, so they won't buy pens frequently."

"What should we do?" Gouwei grabbed his head anxiously, and his originally neat bun was instantly messed up.

"So, brother, you have to think about what else you can sell together with it."

Lin Xiaoniu, who was standing next to him, suddenly said, "We can use bamboo to make book boxes. Even if we can't sell them, we can bring them back for Goudan and Goumao to use."

"I know how to do this. I've seen the book boxes of private school teachers. Let's make one based on that." Lin Erniu finally expressed his opinion at this time.

Grandpa Lin watched silently from the side, feeling very happy in his heart, but he still suppressed the joy on his face and cleared his throat a few times.

"It's good to make some money from these. Do you really think you can support your family with them? There's only about a month left. We can't delay the spring ploughing."

After Grandpa Lin finished speaking, the people around him lowered their heads at the same time, and Guangdan was extremely satisfied at this moment.

When he did all these, his original intention was to make some money during the winter to supplement his family expenses and pay off debts. If he wanted to get rich from this, it would be very difficult.

So seeing that grandpa had started to remind everyone, Guangdan felt relieved. This is why they say that an old man in the family is like a treasure!

While people in the room were still chatting about these money-making matters, Guangdan was wrapped up like a ball by Erya and dragged out of the door.

The two stopped only when they reached the backyard.

"Look, we can build three nests right here. The chickens, ducks and geese all need to live separately, and let them go out the back door during the day."

Erya pointed to the empty space against the east wall of the backyard and spoke, her eyes sparkling.

Goudan grinned and asked, "Second sister, have you told mother about our idea?"

He noticed that Comrade Fang Cuihua had started to inquire about the small amount of money he had in the past few days, and he knew there was something wrong at first glance.

"Hehehe, you don't think that I won't know if you don't tell me, right? I'll tell you this, this matter can only be done properly with mom watching over it." Erya said this while raising her eyebrows proudly.

Guangdan feels that the second sister is the mother's most loyal lackey! That's right!

After getting the invisible approval of Comrade Fang Cuihua, Guangdan no longer held back and started asking questions non-stop like a cannon.

"How many chickens did we raise last year?"

"If we raise too many of these, won't we have enough to eat when the time comes?"

"What should I do if I get sick?"

"..."

The barrage of questions made Erya dizzy.

"Ah, slow down! Let me think about it!" Erya waved her hands, her eyes wide open, like a cute little kitten.

The bald boy tilts his head and looks cute and well-behaved.

"Our grandmother raised twenty last year, and eighteen of them survived. They usually eat the tenderer wild grass from the mountains, and the earthworms you guys dug."

When she said this, Erya's brows slowly frowned.

"But it's hard to say if you raise too many. Wouldn't it be enough to feed them only with wild grass and vegetables? But they definitely can't eat millet. The chickens will fight you hard. Our chickens rarely get sick. I haven't heard of any serious ones."

I heard Guangdan was trying hard to recall. Indeed, in the original owner's memory, he had never heard of animal plagues like avian influenza in later generations.

Occasionally, one or two chicken families in the village would have their chickens sick, but it was only a very small number and there had never been a case of all poultry getting sick.