The two rooms on the east side of Yang Wan's house are connected. Except for the section above the kang, which is separated by a wall, there is no partition between the two rooms on the ground.

His TV is placed on a large cabinet in the middle of the two rooms, so you can watch TV both inside and outside.

There were no TV programs at this time, so Yang Wan's 12-inch black-and-white TV set was just a decoration covered with a cloth cover.

Yang Wan always had a smile on his face, and he always looked like this when he came, but when he saw Jiang Yu coming, he still greeted Jiang Yu warmly and asked Jiang Yu to sit on the kang outside.

Jiang Yu sat sideways on the edge of the kang and chatted with Yang Wan.

"Uncle! How much land was allocated to your family?" Yang Wan was the eldest in the Yang family, but not as big as Jiang Dongsheng.

"There are fifteen acres of land including paddy fields and dry fields."

"so little?"

Fengwopu Village is divided into eight mountains, one water, and one farmland. The land itself is small and the land is mostly hills. The land allocated to each person is pitifully small.

"Alas! Our team has more than a thousand acres of land, and each of the more than seventy households can only get a dozen acres of land."

"More than ten acres of land is not enough for farming! After planting the land, why don't you do some side work?"

The biggest benefit after contracting is that people are free.

In the past, in the production team, from one Chinese New Year to the next, the members hardly had any free time, and they had no idea where they could find so much endless work.

After the contract was contracted, the land was still the same, but the work was no longer the same. People were surprised to find that the work that used to last a year could now be done in a few months, leaving half a year of idle work.

If this free time is not used, it will be wasted.

It is the best choice for farmers to do side jobs and earn some money to support their families.

"A side job? What side job? I sit at home after working in the fields. Next year I plan to go out with the masonry class to earn some money in my spare time."

"You didn't realize that your house actually occupies the best land in our Huangling Village, but you didn't take advantage of it."

Yang Wan's eyes clicked several times: "What's the best terrain? Why don't I know it clearly?"

"Come! Let's go out and talk."

Yang Wan is a good person. In the previous life, Yang Wan had extended a helping hand to Jiang Yu's family when it was most difficult, and he almost gave his eldest daughter to Jiang Yu as his wife.

If there wasn't a big age difference between the two parties, he might have called Yang Wan his father-in-law in his last life.

Yang Wan has one son and two daughters. The son is the eldest, two years younger than Jiang Yu, and his eldest daughter is only fourteen years old this year.

Jiang Yu always believes that good people are rewarded, so he plans to give Yang Wan a welfare.

There are many people talking in the house, but it is relatively quiet outside.

The two of them left the house and came outside.

Jiang Yu walked out of Yang Wan's yard and came to the village-level dirt road north of his house that connected various teams in Fengwopu Village.

Yang Wan followed him to the dirt road with a confused look on his face.

"Did you see that your family lives on the only dirt road connecting our brigade?"

"What's this?"

"This is a good location. Haven't you thought about how to use it?"

"I say, old nephew, don't speak in a vague manner. If you have any suggestions, just say them directly."

"The building to the north of your home is right next to the roadside. You should do something with it. Have you ever thought about opening a small shop?"

In 1985, small shops sprung up all over the country, but none opened in Huangling Village. If the villagers wanted to buy something, they had to walk about two miles to the Brigade Supply and Marketing Cooperative. This is unscientific.

"Open a small shop? How much money can I make by opening that shop?"

This is the typical consciousness of farmers. They have no idea how much money small shops can make.

"How much did you earn from the dozen acres of land you contracted last year?"

"More than four hundred yuan, to be specific, it's four hundred and thirty yuan and eight cents." Yang Wan looked proud.

There are more than four hundred yuan left a year, which is not a small amount.

"Then I tell you that if you open a small shop in your home, you can earn at least a thousand yuan a year, not including your own household expenses. Do you believe it?"

"What? You can make a thousand yuan? Not including my household expenses? My nephew! Aren't you deceiving me?" Yang Wan didn't believe it at all.

"I'm so full that I'm fooling you? We can settle the score! The main income of rural shops is selling cigarettes, which basically accounts for half of the shop's annual income. We don't need to use expensive cigarettes as an example.

Use a cigarette worth 25 to 30 cents as an analogy."

The cheapest cigarettes in stores now are some black-stem cigars, and then flat-top cigarettes without filters.

Most black-stem cigarettes cost 25 to 280 cents per box, while white-stem local cigarettes without filters cost 30 to 40 cents per box.

"Small shops can earn about three cents in profit from selling a box of these black stem cigarettes, and one penny more in white stems without mouthpieces. A smoker calculates based on an average of one pack of cigarettes per person per day, which is three cents a year.

One hundred and sixty boxes, a box of cigarettes earns three cents, which means the shop can earn ten yuan a year from this one person. Of the seventy-six households in our village, which one does not have two adult men?

In the 100s, even if half of them smoke, there are nearly 80 people. Each person costs 10 yuan. The income from selling cigarettes alone is 800 yuan a year. If you add oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and wine, it will be 1,000 yuan.

Out."

"No!" Yang Wan expressed a different opinion: "That's not how the accounts are calculated. There are still quite a few smokers who smoke dry cigarettes. Who will get the money?"

"That's why you old men smoke dry cigarettes. How can young people smoke dry cigarettes? Isn't it embarrassing?"

Most of the people who smoke pipes and roll dry cigarettes are older people, and young people really don’t roll them.

"Why don't you do such a good thing?"

"Tch! If my family lived in your place, do you think I would still talk nonsense to you? I would have done it myself. If you don't exchange your house with mine, I will pay you a thousand yuan.

"

Jiang Yu's family lives at the southernmost end of Donggou. Further south is Nanshan. Who can he open a store to sell to?

"Go away! Who will replace your house that is almost falling down? Besides, you can come up with a thousand yuan? If you can come up with a thousand yuan now, my eldest daughter, Yang Cao, will be your wife."

"Pull me down! Your Yangcao is only fourteen years old, and I am a child bride to support you!"

"Hehehe! But that's what you said, nephew! Do you think you can really make a thousand yuan a year by opening a small shop?"

"I'm being conservative here. You can earn a minimum of one thousand yuan. Add in your family's annual expenses, and you'll be fine with one thousand three hundred or four hundred."

Yang Wan squatted on the ground, took out a dry cigarette from his pocket, rolled one in his hand, lit it with a match, and started smoking, looking back at his mansion from time to time.

"I think opening a small store is a business, but my building is too small."

"You can apply for it next spring and renovate it. Adding two rooms won't be enough."

"I have to think about this."

The two chatted for a while, and more than half an hour passed. When they entered the house again, no less than twenty people from Yang Wan's family had arrived.

The young people were all crowded in the inner room, while some adults were on the kang outside.
Chapter completed!