CHAPTER 462: CHAPTER 462: QUAILS MAY BE SMALL, BUT THEY’RE STILL MEAT

What the elders decided was something they couldn’t change. If Zhao Gang and the others got really provoked, they could just take action on their own and split them apart.

If the villagers were to choose partners, ninety percent would choose to cooperate with Zhao Gang and his group. Firstly, they were adults, giving off a reliable vibe. Secondly, the villagers had a sense of guilt towards Zhao Gang and the other adults, but not one bit towards the children.

What Gong Ruini wanted to say was, "We can’t possibly not get any benefits, right?"

Though they were family, seeing Zhao Xuran’s demeanor, he was definitely going to secure benefits for them.

Zhao Guangran was a bit excited about the possible benefits, "Are we going to get a share?"

A share? Zhao Xuran really wanted to tell his brother, think about it, is that even possible? "The benefit is the herbal income. Our parents won’t interfere and will continue to let us manage it ourselves." Zhao Xuran considered this as a good deal.

Zhao Xuran found it a good deal, but in Zhao Guangran’s ears, it didn’t sound like that at all, "What, is this considered a benefit?"

Since when did his big brother become so foolish? Zhao Guangran really couldn’t understand why his big brother would agree to such a condition.

"Not bad at all." Zhao Guangran didn’t get it, but the Gong Family Siblings’ eyes lit up, "Really, no part of the income needs to be submitted?"

It was easy to say that the income from selling herbs was good before, but now that they’re partnered in the herbal trade, they’re making even more money, which is really beyond the control of just a few kids.

Gong Ruini had been contemplating how their parents would approach the matter of how much percentage of money they should submit, but unexpectedly, Zhao Xuran stepped in and solved this worry, which made Gong Ruini very happy.

Previously, Gong Ruini had considered how to spend the money, such as spending half on collecting antiques and half on continuing to buy herbs to make money. But after removing the money submitted to Gong Tao and his wife, how much would be left?

After all, when it comes to collecting antiques, Gong Ruini had no plans to sell them. Keeping them is indeed a great wealth, entirely more profitable than putting money in the bank.

But collecting antiques also involves huge expenses. If the money can’t generate more money, Gong Ruini really worried she might miss out on many antiques, which would truly make her regretful.

Gong Ruini had thought about discussing her ideas with Gong Tao. If possible, not only would they not seize the money the siblings earned from herbs, but they could also get some money to buy antiques, which would be even better.

It’s just that Gong Ruini wasn’t sure if Gong Tao would agree, but now at least they had a guarantee.

However, Gong Ruini also had a little idea, which was to buy a house in Beijing. Of course, she wasn’t considering it in the next few years because it would be too shocking. Even if she wanted to buy a house, she estimated it would be more likely to buy a courtyard house.

It’s not that Gong Ruini didn’t want to buy a courtyard house, but according to the findings Zhao Gang and the others got from Beijing, the price of a courtyard house was at least four to five thousand, and some were very dilapidated, requiring money for repairs. While there were smaller courtyard houses, they were not very large, just one entrance, and were previously inhabited by common people, which didn’t satisfy Zhao Gang and his group.

Gong Ruini wasn’t very satisfied after hearing this either. There were many such courtyard houses in Beijing, and with future urban renovations, it was impossible for them to be preserved. This type of house really didn’t appeal to Gong Ruini.

She wanted to buy the courtyard houses that would be preserved in specific plots in the future, not only for the good school district but also for the prosperous location. Whether for rental income or to open a shop themselves, they are feasible. The problem is not only whether they could buy such a house, but even if there was an opportunity, Gong Ruini didn’t have the money.

These days, Gong Ruini was troubled by this, and the only reason she wasn’t anxious was that she remembered a storyteller from the future, who bought ten houses in the center of Beijing in the ’80s for a few thousand each per house just to store reader letters. After thirty years, each house was worth at least several million, and just the rental income was enough for Gong Ruini to live comfortably.

So Gong Ruini planned that if she couldn’t buy a courtyard house, she’d buy these kinds of houses to still make money.

The key issue was that the idea was great, but how to make money was a big problem.

Gong Ruini thought, aside from scavenging for old items and finding bargains, it’s either to open a book rental stall or sell quail eggs or tea eggs.

"Brother Xuran, how about we open a book rental stall when the time comes?" Gong Ruini thought for a moment, "Of course, we can also sell quail eggs or tea eggs, but as for chicken eggs, we can’t keep up with the demand."

A book rental stall? "How would that work?" Zhao Guangran just knew that Gong Ruini had ideas. See, either she didn’t give any ideas, or she’d come up with several good ones at once. Zhao Guangran really wanted to say, Ni Zi, you’re too amazing. Following your lead, life is bound to get better.

"How much would it cost to read a book?" Gong Ruini pointed out that since they collected quite a few books, keeping them idle was also a waste, so they could take non-taboo books out to make money.

"Mm, not bad, at least earn back the money spent on books." Zhao Guangran heard that a book only cost a penny and felt all kinds of disdain—that’s small money. Making big money is really hard.

Earn back the money spent on books? Gong Ruini looked at Zhao Guangran’s dismissive expression and knew he didn’t take it seriously. Well, facts would show him this really wasn’t small change.

Explaining too much to Zhao Guangran now was useless; it’s better to let reality do the talking.

"By the way, quail eggs are pretty good." Zhao Guangran said he would choose quail eggs if given a choice because he really liked eating them.

Every time they were made at home, he could eat a big bowl of them.

Zhao Guangran said that as someone who often ate quail eggs and loved them, there was no need to mention the people in Beijing who had to use coupons to buy food. "I think this would definitely sell well."

Gong Ruini thought the same. While money was still needed, they wouldn’t require coupons to buy their quail eggs, so there would always be someone willing to pay.

"It’s a pity we can’t sell chicken eggs." This was something Zhao Guangran was quite conflicted about. "If only chickens were like quails."

One room could raise many quails, but raising chickens was different. A single room simply couldn’t accommodate many chickens, and they made lots of noise. Otherwise, it could be another revenue stream.

No problem not selling chicken eggs. Gong Ruini said, "We can sell braised quails, they grow pretty fast too."

No matter how delicious, quail eggs don’t have meat. Even though quails are small, they still have meat.

"Yes, yes." Zhao Guangran continuously agreed, "We can also eat quail."

Although they couldn’t have big meat dishes, having quail was satisfying for Zhao Guangran, "Mm, it seems going to Beijing is quite a good choice."

Zhao Guangran expressed that even though he hadn’t been to Beijing, he already had a great fondness for it. Gong Ruini wouldn’t compete with him for top grade, there were multiple ways to make money, and they could become city folks. How could Zhao Guangran not be excited about all this?