Zhou Guoqiang was thinking in his heart what Zhao Yuzhen had a lot of calculations, looking at her husband's sighs and sighs. Zhao Yuzhen regretted bringing this up:

  "Dad, don't worry too much, I was just saying that, I didn't mean to complain about you. We have many children and it's inevitable that life is a bit harder, but we can endure for a few more years until the kids grow up. There are many families in our village who haven't built tile-roofed houses either, not just ours."

  Zhou Guoqiang knew that Zhao Yuzhen was just saying some comforting words to herself, and the expression on his face improved a bit.

  "Damn, this year our village has several families building houses again. You're right, we have many kids, and because of that, we should think of ways to save money to build a house. Otherwise, in two more years, Er Ya will grow up too, where will she sleep? And besides, Da Ya is a girl, can't always live with Da Bao and Xiao Bao in the same room! If we build several tile-roofed rooms, let Da Bao and Xiao Bao live in one room, Da Ya and Er Ya live in another, and we live in one, that would be great!"

  Zhao Yuzhen had always thought that building a house was the most important thing for rural people. How well-off a family is can be told by just looking at their house.

  In the village, families with some skills and ability to make money have built tile-roofed houses. She heard from chatting with other women that many families are buying bricks and storing them for future house construction.

  With a tinge of envy, Zhao Yuzhen worried about her own family's situation. If things continued like this, by the time every household in the village had tile-roofed houses, her own would still be a thatched hut, making them look inferior wherever they went.

  She had thought about building a house countless times in her heart, but she just hadn't mentioned it to her husband. Now that the topic had been brought up, Zhao Yuzhen also spoke out what she had been thinking for a long time:

  "Dad, we're not lazy and we don't lack energy, every day we're busy from dawn till dusk. These few acres of land are enough for us to work on all year round, but the grain, apart from feeding our family, can't be sold for much money. The eggs laid by the chickens and ducks are just enough to buy some oil, salt, and household sundries. And as for the pig we sell at the end of the year, it's only a small amount that we can save up. You're working hard outside but earning not much, I think we need to come up with ways to make more money."

  Zhou Guoqiang highly approved: "Damn, your words have hit my heart. There are many people in our village who go out to work for others and earn real money, otherwise I would also follow them to do some work."

  Zhao Yuzhen thought for a moment: "The work isn't always available every day, and besides, with such a big family to support, it's not feasible if you're not at home. How about we start our own business too?"

  Doing business?

  Zhou Guoqiang hesitated after hearing Zhao Yuzhen's proposal: "What business should we do?"

  Zhao Yuzhen had already thought it through in her mind and had to admit that Zhao Yuzhen was a clever rural woman, more flexible than her husband: "I've been thinking about it for a long time. When we encounter the market, we go sell things. Three days make one market, and one market is only half a morning, neither delaying the household chores nor making some money."

  Zhou Guoqiang thought this idea was not bad, nodded in agreement: "This idea is feasible, I think it can work. Dabao and Dalya are both in school, you can bring Xiaobao and Er'ya with us, we'll go to the market together to sell things, take turns watching the kids. It's only half a day, won't affect household chores. But what can we sell?"

  "I haven't thought about it carefully," said Zhao Yu Zhen: "Otherwise, let's discuss it thoroughly."

  The two of them discussed this issue for a long time. Selling vegetables was not very feasible, as every household had their own small vegetable garden and most could be self-sufficient. Only when they had more than they could eat would they take it to the market to exchange for some money. Selling cloth or other items would be better if they had a car, but the initial investment was quite large. If they sold small miscellaneous goods, the profit would not be high and the capital would be recovered slowly. If they sold tofu, they would have to get up early and work late to make tofu, which was too tiring. And with children to take care of, it would be even harder to manage.

  The two of them were discussing what business to do, and Zhou Xiaoyun, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, couldn't help but say: "Dad, you often go to kill pigs for others to earn some labor costs, which is too little. It's better to buy pigs back home and kill them, then sell the pork. The profit from selling pork is much higher than selling other things."

  It can't even be considered eavesdropping, Zhou Guoqiang and Zhao Yuzhen were talking in their own room, Zhou Xiaoyun walked over from her own room through the small living room to her parents' room just a few steps away.

  Zhou Xiaoyun originally wanted to come over and talk to Zhao Yuzhen about Dabao, but after hearing her parents' conversation, she felt deeply moved as well.

  In her previous life, her family was one of the poorer ones in the village, almost being the last to build a tiled house. She had also secretly resented her parents for not having any abilities, and as a result, she and her siblings lived a frugal life.

  However, she inadvertently overheard her parents' conversation and had a new understanding of her own parents. Perhaps her parents were not particularly clever or capable people, but their love for their children was beyond doubt.

  Should the estrangement and coldness between myself and my parents in my previous life be entirely blamed on my parents? Is it not also my own responsibility for refusing to communicate with them, refusing to consider their feelings, only thinking of myself, and only looking at problems from my own perspective?

  Since Zhou Guoqiang and Zhao Yuzhen both had the idea of making money to build a house and let their children live a better life, she naturally couldn't just stand by and do nothing. With no money and no ability, at least she could still come up with plans for her parents!

  Zhou Guoqiang fell into thought after hearing Zhou Xiaoyun's words and didn't even bother to ask why she appeared in the house.

  Zhou Guoqiang kills pigs for others, sometimes with a meal and sometimes without. The labor cost is very low. If he can really buy the pigs back, kill them, and then sell them at the market, it's not a bad idea. The initial investment isn't too big, he still has enough money to buy a pig, and after selling it, he can go collect another one. Every household raises pigs and will sell them, so there's no need to worry about the source of goods.

  Normally, the pigs collected by pig traders from rural areas are sold to slaughterhouses in cities. Some people in rural areas sell pork after killing their own pigs, and there are few specialized pork sellers in markets.

  Moreover, although the price of pork is a bit higher at this time, whoever has guests coming to their home during the holidays must buy it. If you set up a fixed stall to sell pork, the business will definitely not be bad.

  Zhou Guoqiang thought about it more and more felt that this idea was good, looking towards Zhao Yuzhen.

  Zhao Yuzhen and Zhou Guoqiang thought almost the same. She thought a bit more carefully, even thinking that selling pork at home could occasionally give the children some treats, earning not much money but at least letting several children eat better.