Back to the 70s: My Childhood Sweetheart Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 60 - 59 Sharing Good Things

"Are these the quails?" Zhao Guangran looked at the tiny birds, his face full of disappointment.

Zhao Guangran looked at a quail that could be crushed with one hand and thought, how much meat can there be on it?

And with quails being so small, how big can their eggs be?

Overall, Zhao Guangran was dissatisfied with quails, in his words, they were not even enough to fill the gap between his teeth.

Zhao Gang, on the other hand, was full of joy, "These few are egg-laying quails, if I hadn’t gone to get them today, they might not have been willing to part with them."

Such tiny birds, yet they were reluctant to give them away; Zhao Guangran really wanted to say, why not give more, that way he might also get a taste.

"It’s good they gave them to us. Oh, and here are some eggs, I plan to incubate them, these will be little quails." Zhao Gang was most pleased with the eggs he got today.

"They gave me about twenty eggs, and said after incubating for a while, the quails will hatch." On the way back, Zhao Gang was extra careful, worried the eggs might break.

"I also talked today with the person who knows how to make ski boards, and they explained the decision-making process. Ni Zi, rest assured, I will speed up production."

Knowing how to make this is no challenge at all for Zhao Gang.

"But before that, I need to first build a quail coop, otherwise there’s not enough space." Zhao Gang felt extremely busy, "I’m planning to construct it in the backyard, otherwise it’s too conspicuous."

Keeping chickens in the front yard is fine, but if we also raise quails, the yard would be messy, and when villagers come over, they might think we’re living too well.

Ah, does this mean the date for making the ski boards needs to be pushed back? Renee was a bit displeased, but breeding more quails means you can fry them or enjoy a variety of quail eggs.

"Alright, while the snow isn’t heavy, let’s get to work." Gong Tao remembered there’s a good spot in the backyard with two walls, "Don’t we still have some bricks? We can stack them."

"Then we can cover them with wooden planks, and don’t we have reeds? I can weave a curtain, it insulates well, and it can be placed between the wood to keep warm." Zhao Gang was worried about whether these tiny birds could endure the frost.

Gong Tao thought he was truly capable, "I estimate that after a few years, I will become a genuine farmer."

When he first arrived here, Gong Tao was not skilled at many things, but it hadn’t been long, and he had already learned a lot. He even started learning how to hoe the ground.

"I must become a genuine farmer, otherwise how do I support the family?" Zhao Gang expressed feeling a lot of pressure, "And the kids were right last time, although it’s good to grow a lot of food, it can’t be converted to cash."

Zhao Gang once considered trying to find a way to transport grains outside to sell to familiar customers, but then decided against it as it was too risky.

Occasionally hunting some prey is fine, but selling grains could be too noticeable, "I’ve thought about it, our current grains are enough to eat, we’re just short on money."

Zhao Gang constantly thought about earning more money, and with his mother-in-law in Sichuan for several years without seeing them, he wanted to take the opportunity of his wife’s childbirth to invite her to visit.

"Sure." For Gong Tao, as long as there’s food, it’s fine, let alone he has any say in the matter?

"Alright, we need to work hard to grow herbs, I can do it too." Zhao Guangran thought growing herbs was simple, just sow the seeds in the ground, right?

Haven’t they seen unmanaged herbs growing well? It should be even easier for them to plant.

This is more suitable for him; Zhao Guangran expressed he indeed prefers this project.

Seeing the excited Zhao Guangran, Gong Ruini could bet he was excited because it meant less work for him.

Indeed, most herbs are wild, and this kid must have followed Zhan Jing to pick herbs before, knowing they grow on their own, and thinking it would be effortless.

Gong Ruini just wanted to say this kid’s thinking was overly simplistic; you can’t control the yield of wild herbs, but if you grow your own, is it possible?

"Actually, we don’t need to make it so complicated. After spring, we can plant honeysuckle in the garden and surrounding empty spaces, that’s the best."

"I’ve been considering whether we could grow ginseng." Zhan Jing had lived in the Northeast for several years, frequently went to the mountains, but didn’t pick much Northeast ginseng, yet many illnesses needed ginseng.

Zhan Jing was considering how to plant ginseng, but has always been clueless. Now she wants to give it a try.

Planting ginseng? Everyone there was shocked by Zhan Jing’s idea, stunned.

Growing herbs, in Zhao Gang’s mind before, meant cultivating those easy-to-grow, guaranteed-to-be-purchased by supply and marketing cooperatives herbs, bringing quick income.

Ginseng is always sought after by supply and marketing cooperatives, but it’s not easy to acquire. If we could actually grow ginseng, oh my.

Zhao Gang dared not imagine the potential income, but more than the income he thought, "Isn’t it a bit conspicuous?"

Simple herbs are often picked from the mountains, and people thinking Zhan Jing sells more herbs would just think she’s knowledgeable.

But ginseng is different, taking it out to sell from time to time, would the people at the supply cooperative keep quiet about it?

To Zhao Gang, that would be too noticeable, the family needs a stable life.

Not getting support from him, Zhan Jing stated there was no backing down, "I want to lead the villagers to plant ginseng."

In fact, Zhan Jing had secretly tried to plant a bit before, and last time she checked the mountain, found ginseng had indeed grown, although not big, they didn’t differ much from wild ginseng.

"It might take a long time to grow, but it’s better than aimlessly searching for ginseng."

"Only if the village develops well will our life here be better." Zhan Jing wasn’t a fool, but if she wanted to bring her mom from Sichuan, having some official proof from the village would be beneficial.

Zhan Jing worried that after giving birth and wanting the child’s grandmother to see the grandchild, someone might oppose it.

Looking at his wife’s determined smile, what could Zhao Gang do but agree.

Gong Ruini was amazed, although she didn’t know how forest ginseng became widespread in later times, she hadn’t seen people here in the Northeast planting ginseng, indicating it wasn’t a common practice.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Jing seemed to have touched upon something, but she actually wanted to share such a good thing with everyone. This kind of magnanimity, seeing the spotty face due to pregnancy, Zhan Jing looked truly beautiful at this moment.

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