After the meat porridge is cooked, everyone queues up to serve the porridge with their own bowls, then picks up a few pieces of pork and puts it into the hot porridge. If there is a seat, they sit at the table. If not, they stand or squat next to the rice porridge.

It was gobbled up.

At this time, image could no longer be taken into consideration. Some people had not touched the rice porridge for more than half a month, let alone the fragrant pork. Therefore, some children were so hot that they whined, but they refused to put down the big bowls and wiped them.

Take a sip of porridge with tears.

The old patriarch looked at the scenes taking place in the grain drying field, and his old face was full of relief. He understood that the people in this village were all simple and kind-hearted, but God was not kind, so everyone was always suffering and hungry.

Adhering to China's fine advantages, the elders in the village were invited to sit at the table, and Lin Haoran, as the protagonist of this banquet, was naturally placed at the head of the table.

“This is our Shicheng County’s authentic plain-cut chicken, please enjoy it!”

Lin Haoran placed the freshly prepared white-cut chicken on the table. This was his favorite dish. This method retained the original flavor of the chicken, and with this pure natural chicken, the meat was tender and sweet.

Incredible delicacies.

"Well! Not bad! Not bad!"

"Okay! This is delicious!"

"Wow! This soup is not bad!"

…

The old men immediately picked up their chopsticks and dropped them. One of them picked up the empty plate and drank the soup, all looking like they were still unsatisfied.

Lin Haoran's eyes stared blankly at all this, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. These old men were performing magic in front of him. He just put a whole plate of chicken on the table without picking up the chopsticks.

The chicken was empty.

When the old patriarch saw this scene, his face looked a little helpless. He picked up the wine bowl and said to everyone: "Everyone, stop your chopsticks first. Let's congratulate Nineteenth for achieving the title of childbirth and winning two yuan!"

"well!"

"Congratulations! Congratulations!"

"Nineteen...fuck it!"

…

All the old men raised their wine bowls one after another, but their mouths were full of meat, and their eyes were still on the plate. Some were even picking up vegetables while holding up their wine bowls. They said they were congratulating Lin Haoran, but no one seemed to look at Lin Haoran.

One glance.

Lin Haoran originally wanted to say something thank you, but looking at this situation, it seemed that he didn't need to say it, and if he did, he probably wouldn't be listened to, and it might even be annoying.

After having had enough wine and food, the old men dispersed with satisfaction.

The old patriarch looked at the dishes with no soup left, and smiled bitterly at Lin Haoran: "They have never seen the world, and seeing meat is more intimate than seeing mother! But it's your business, just go ahead and do it.

, I will fully support you!”

"Uncle, thank you for your support, let's drink this bowl of wine!" Lin Haoran raised the wine bowl and expressed his sincere thanks.

Huniu did not sit at the table, but squatted and ate like other children, but she would naturally be taken care of.

She was really kind to the mouse, and gave the mouse a big chicken leg. The two of them were sitting on the grass dam in the grain drying field, gnawing on the big chicken leg with relish, when suddenly someone called Huniu excitedly.

Hu Niu hugged the knife wrapped in cloth and ran towards that direction. Mouse and several of her subordinates immediately followed. They seemed to have discovered something good on the grass behind the grain drying field.

The young men of Changlin Village were sitting around the table. They all had good drinkers. They drank large bowls of wine and cursed the people of Jiangcun, as if they still had a lot of anger in their hearts.

But some people are beginning to worry. Tenants like Lin Qiang feel hesitant and confused about the future. They need to be prepared to leave their hometowns and may even have to live on the streets.

The atmosphere was still affected by these people. Some people were more or less worried about what to do next, so they drank heavily.

Lin Haoran came to the table with a wine bowl to toast everyone. He noticed their sad faces, and without any further pretense, he followed them and said, "I plan to open a dyeing shop. Which of you is willing to work with me?"

"Nineteen, I understand how you want to help us make a living, but I'm afraid you won't be able to do it. You have to think clearly!"

Da Biao is the young and strong leader in the village. He has a very cheerful personality, a full beard, a strong body, and a higher seniority in Changlin Village. It was he who organized this bridge burning operation.

"Nineteen, your idea is good, but it's not practical!"

"Yes! Uncle Nineteen, if nothing else, which one of us knows how to dye cloth?"

"There seems to be someone in our town who knows how to dye cloth, but once he dyes it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to sell it!"

…

Everyone was talking and expressing their opinions, but the vast majority of people held opposing opinions. In fact, it is no wonder that the dyeing formula is the secret of each family, and no one has access to it. This dyeing cloth is not meant to be dyed.

It can be dyed.

Lin Haoran looked at everyone with a smile and said confidently: "I know about dyeing cloth. As for the sales of cloth, I have also found a way. Would you like to work with me?"

After inspecting Dianbai County and Gaozhou Prefecture, Lin Haoran saw a gap in the cloth market in western Guangdong.

Although the cotton output here is not low, it is still in the initial planting stage. Textiles are still mainly made by families, and there is almost no printing and dyeing industry. Therefore, there is only low-quality white cotton here, and the cloth needs to be imported from Guangdong or Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Just like this, Lin Haoran planned to build a dyeing workshop. He had first filled the gaps in cloth printing and dyeing in western Guangdong. As for sales, he focused on Shen Liujin. There was the possibility of cooperation there and he had a good reputation.

Sales channels.

"I can't guarantee anything else! As long as you follow me, you'll have enough food and wine!" Lin Haoran picked up the wine bowl and said loudly to everyone.

"I'll fuck you!"

"I'll do it with you too!"

"Your words are enough, let's do it!"

…

The young men at this table were all not from their mother-in-law. They picked up their wine bowls and responded one after another. Many of them were actually desperate, and now Lin Haoran was extending more than just an olive branch, it was simply a lifeline.

"Look over there!"

Someone suddenly pointed to the west and said in a trembling voice.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed. That direction was in the sky of Crouching Tiger Mountain, above the ancestral graves. At this time, they couldn't help but be stunned.

At dusk, the sunset in the west was as red as fire, and there were many changes in the scene. A fierce tiger appeared faintly. The tiger seemed to be looking towards them, with a tiger's power, dyeing everyone's face red.

"Chang Lin is in high demand!"

Lin Haoran saw this situation, but raised his wine bowl and shouted loudly.

"Chang Lin is in high demand!"

"Chang Lin is in high demand!"

"Chang Lin is in high demand!"

…
Chapter completed!