Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

"Near here? But every inch of land here is occupied by shops. Where is the vacant land?"

“Isn’t there a vacant lot in the southeast corner? It’s adjacent to the prosperous Dongcheng District in the east and the residential area in the south. It’s right at the intersection of the two areas. It’s in an excellent location.”

Zhang Laoer's words were brief, but he did not elaborate on why this place was suitable.

The result was unexpectedly smooth. They successfully signed the land deed at the land agency and went to the government office for formal registration.

Although the boss of the pawnshop said that there was no need to go through so much trouble because the government rarely came to investigate, Zhang Laoer insisted that it was worth spending more money to ensure that everything was foolproof!

During the entire purchase process, Guo Jiajie remained silent until the teeth were out. He couldn't help but ask: "Village Chief, what are you going to buy this land for? Didn't that person just say that there was a store for sale? Why don't you just buy the store?"

Zhang Laoer's eyes swept lightly across the scattered and expensive shops on both sides of the street, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he knew the secret behind this glitz and glamour.

His companion was slightly confused. He followed his gaze, but saw only those ordinary shops. He couldn't help asking why he was so concerned. Zhang Laoer only left a meaningful sentence: "Look at those shops, they are expensive and scattered. As for why I bought the land, you will understand later."

His words concealed plans for the future, making people involuntarily want to find out more.

At this moment, Zhang Laoer had no intention of revealing everything he had in mind. He knew that the time was not right and some things needed to be revealed at the appropriate time.

So he led his companions into an old-fashioned drugstore that looked plain in appearance but full of traces of time. This was where they used to conduct transactions frequently. The air was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance, which seemed to travel through time and space and awaken those memories about medicinal materials, trade and friendship.

Walking into the pharmacy, Zhang Laoer greeted the man behind the counter with ease and familiarity, his voice gentle and kind: "Boss, long time no see."

Although they may have only had a simple trading relationship over the years and have never gotten to know each other deeply, the feeling of familiarity is still as warm as ever.

The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man over fifty years old. When he heard the call, he looked up and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, which then turned into surprise.

He had seen too many faces on this street, but could only remember a few. However, Zhang Laoer's words were like a key that instantly opened up his dusty memories.

"Oh, it's you two! Any new stuff today?"

The shopkeeper's voice was full of enthusiasm, as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Zhang Laoer shook his head slightly, with a sly smile: "There is no stock today. We came here to ask where we can buy or sell herbs nearby?"

This question made the shopkeeper raise his eyebrows and his curiosity was completely aroused. After all, there were not many people directly involved in herbal cultivation, and most businessmen preferred to choose to purchase finished products directly.

Seeing the shopkeeper's curious face, Zhang Laoer confidently answered the questions about planting and mentioned that there was someone in the village who was proficient in this.

The shopkeeper's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he obviously realized that this could be a huge benefit to his medicine shop - if he could get the herbs directly from the local area, it would not only reduce transportation costs but also ensure the freshness of the herbs. Why not do it?

So the shopkeeper quickly proposed a win-win proposal: "Okay, I happen to have a channel to get high-quality herbal seedlings, but the condition is that the herbs you grow must first meet my needs."

When Zhang Laoer heard this, he thought it simply solved the big problem of sales, so he readily agreed. The two of them had a detailed discussion on the specific needs and varieties of herbal seedlings.

When saying goodbye, Manager Gao's face was filled with a satisfied smile, while Zhang Laoer and Guo Jiajie left the pharmacy with the joy of returning home with a full load and headed towards their next destination.

The story of Zhangjia Village has added a vivid footnote. The connection of each link seems to foreshadow a better future.

Back in Zhangjia Village, the Zhang brothers are pushing forward the new house construction project in full swing, and the villagers are full of anticipation for their upcoming new homes.

Xu Liyun inadvertently took over the baton of spreading knowledge and stories. Using a bowl of sweet Laba porridge as an introduction, she cleverly comforted the little listeners who were originally dissatisfied with the absence of Boss Zhang, making the entire village immersed in warmth and laughter on that winter afternoon.

These scenes, like delicate paintings, slowly unfold, recording the changes in this village and the warmth of human nature.

"Then let's talk about the origin of Laba porridge. A bowl of porridge contains the stories of the past years, a warm and slightly bitter memory. There are many legends about Laba porridge, just like snowflakes in winter, each with its own beauty. Today I will tell you the version that is closest to us, as if we can smell the faint fragrance of porridge wafting from the stove."

"A long time ago, there was a family. The smoke from the cooking stove showed the shadows of four people, an old couple and their two sons. The old couple lived a meticulous life and were as hardworking as bees. They worked in the fields from spring plowing to autumn harvest, and the four seasons changed. They never slacked off for a day. The granary at home was always full, just like their smiling faces, overflowing with satisfaction and pride. Not only that, they also carefully planted an orchard on the hillside behind the house. Every tree was taken care of like their own children, with lush branches and leaves and lush greenery. Under the shade of the trees, a group of chickens leisurely strolled around looking for food. Their laughter and joy seemed to be part of this family. As time passed, spring blossomed and autumn bore fruit. At the end of the year, the fruits were hanging on the branches and the chickens were fat. The old couple took the harvest to the market, and in return they received not only heavy silver money, but also praise and envy from their neighbors."

"The old couple built a solid family business with their hands and sweat. Their wish was simple and sincere. They only hoped that their sons could marry virtuous wives in the future so that the warmth of the family could continue. However, fate played a trick on them. The two sons were not as diligent as their parents. They were idle all day long and did nothing. The good girls around them naturally avoided them."

"Time is unforgiving. When the old couple still missed their son at the end of their lives, they held his hand, with hope in their eyes, and repeatedly reminded him that hard work can change one's destiny. The heaviness and reluctance still echo in the wind."

"In a blink of an eye, only the two brothers were left to depend on each other. The elder brother looked at the still full granary, and a glimmer of hope arose in his heart. He said to his younger brother casually: 'We have food, no rush, we can think of other things after we finish eating.' The younger brother glanced at the fruit trees and leisurely chickens on the hillside, and echoed, 'Yes, there are still fruits and chickens.'"

"Time flies by, and in a blink of an eye, the chickens and ducks that once existed are no longer there. The fruit trees gradually withered due to lack of care, and the fruits were sparse, and the harvest was halved every year. Before long, the family savings were exhausted. On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the two brothers were starving. Looking around, they could not find anything to fill their stomachs. In desperation, they searched every corner of the house and finally found some millet, sorghum, red beans, and a few shriveled red dates. They threw them all into the pot and cooked a pot of multi-grain porridge with the only water and fire. When the porridge was fragrant, the two brothers looked at each other in tears. At that moment, their parents' teachings seemed to have traveled through time and space and rang in their ears. In addition to hunger, what surged in their hearts was more regret and awakening."