Transmigrating with a Five Million Dollar Retirement Life

Chapter 150 Barbecue Stall

This was a problem that Song Jiaojiao hadn't expected at all. Sure enough, no matter how careful you are, if you're not a native, there will always be things you overlook.

Mu Qing led Song Jiaojiao around, explaining the changes to the shop to her one by one.

She transformed the counter at the shop entrance into a bar resembling a half-day leisure bar, planning to use half of it to store the fruit wine brewed by Song Jiaojiao and the other half to make some simple drinks, specially prepared for customers who cannot drink alcohol.

The kitchen has been converted into a barbecue grill, with only two pots left for future use.

Looking at the two pots, Song Jiaojiao thought about the chickens and ducks that had sprung up on the barren mountain and wondered if she could make some fried chicken.

Thinking of this, Song Jiaojiao said to Mu Qing, "Big sister, I think we can also make some fried things, like fried chicken. Aren't we going to harvest the potatoes later? Perfect timing, wolf tooth potatoes and crispy rice potatoes are both delicious. I'll go to the blacksmith later and make a special iron mesh for frying things."

Song Jiaojiao thought of the mesh bag she had seen in the fried chicken shop in her previous life, which could be used to fry things. She could lift it up and hang it on the edge of the pot to drain the oil. She decided to do it right away.

After leaving the shop, I went straight to the blacksmith's shop and clearly explained to the owner what I needed.

The blacksmith said he had never seen that item before and that it would take about three days, asking Song Jiaojiao to come back and pick it up in three days.

I wasn't in a rush. The main thing now is to get the barbecue restaurant up and running. I'll name it "Da Pai Dang" (literally "Big Food Stall"), which is easy to understand and catchy.

The food stall is scheduled to open in five days. Song Jiaojiao plans to go back to the village first. The potatoes in the field need to be harvested, or they will miss the spring planting.

The next morning, Song Jiaojiao and Meng Qi returned to the village. Meng An stayed at the shop to help out; he would be the head chef for the barbecue later. Song Jiaojiao thought that there were only women left in the house, so she had to buy a servant boy; at least someone would know how to drive the carriage.

Although Song Jiaojiao can do it, she can enjoy it, so why force herself to suffer when there's no hardship?

Before the carriage even reached Song Jiaojiao's courtyard, it was stopped by the village chief, who had come out to check on the situation in the fields.

"Jiaojiao, you're back. Perfect timing. Shouldn't we harvest this egg now?" the village chief asked, standing beside the carriage.

Song Jiaojiao got off the carriage and told Meng Qi to drive it back. She smiled and said to the village chief, "Uncle Wang, I came back this time for this matter. Are you planning to go to the fields to take a look?"

"Yes, spring planting is just around the corner, and many villagers have come to ask me when the harvest will be!" The village chief said with a worried look on his face, holding a hoe in one hand.

With more and more villagers arriving in the past two days, the village chief was even planning to go find Song Jiaojiao tomorrow if she didn't return.

"Let's go, Uncle Wang, I'll go with you to take a look." Song Jiaojiao hadn't seen the situation in the field. Although the potatoes were harvested around this time in her previous life, she still needed to check the situation in the field before making a decision, so as not to affect the harvest.

As the two walked towards the field, the village chief asked, "Jiaojiao, you've been away from the village for over half a month. Did you go to the county town?"

"No, it's mainly in the town. I saw that there wasn't much land for sale in our village, so I went to the town and bought a plot of land to grow some things I need."

Song Jiaojiao explained with a smile,

"I see. Now the villagers are living better lives, and no one is selling land anymore. It's all thanks to you, Jiaojiao." The village chief looked at Song Jiaojiao with satisfaction, thinking that in the past two years, thanks to Song Jiaojiao, many people have been able to eat. They may not eat very well, but at least no one will go hungry anymore.

"It's all thanks to everyone's hard work, not mine. Besides, I'm also a beneficiary. Without everyone, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Song Jiaojiao touched her head and said modestly.

The village chief remained silent, only thinking to himself that there was no shortage of hardworking people anywhere, and that hard work didn't always guarantee a reward. If it weren't for Song Jiaojiao finding a way and acquiring many things they'd never even heard of,...

I suppose Qingshui Village is still the same as before.

The two talked like this, and soon arrived at the village chief's field.

The potato vines in the field had already withered. Song Jiaojiao instructed the village chief to dig like he was digging sweet potatoes, hoeing about ten centimeters away from the potato vines.

With a hoe stroke, the potatoes covered in soil rolled out. Song Jiaojiao quickly dug them out; most of them were about the size of a palm, and they were almost ready to be harvested.

"Uncle Wang, that's enough. You can tell the villagers to start digging for eggs. I'll only collect eggs this big. Smaller ones can also be sold to me, but they'll be one coin cheaper than the big ones."

Holding the potato in her hands, Song Jiaojiao talked to the village chief, thinking that the small ones could be used for barbecue later. In her previous life, Song Jiaojiao loved to eat the small potatoes at the barbecue stalls.

"They're ripe now," the village chief said, looking at the potatoes in Song Jiaojiao's hand. They looked about the same as when they were first planted, but he thought they hadn't grown very big.

"Jiaojiao, wait a minute. Let's dig up all the eggs in this nest and see how many there are. These eggs don't look as big as the ones that were planted."

Hearing the village chief's words, Song Jiaojiao silently complained in her heart, "Of course it won't be as big as the potatoes that were planted. Those are all products of the space. How could the soil outside possibly grow as well as the soil in the space?"

The village chief dug up all the eggs in no time.

Looking at the pile of ground peas in front of me, I was surprised to find that the yield of ground peas was quite high. Although the yield was not as high as that of sweet potatoes, the planting time was shorter.

"I didn't expect that just one earthworm would grow so big. It must weigh about ten pounds." The village chief smiled as he picked up the earthworm he had just dug up and put it into his basket, planning to carry it to inform everyone that the earthworms were ready to be harvested.

Afterwards, seeing that there was nothing more for her to do, Song Jiaojiao said goodbye to the village chief.

Upon returning home, Song Jiaojiao first checked her space. The cassava she had planted there last time had long since ripened. She had planted quite a few more, planning to propagate them all on the hillside of Qingshui Mountain that she had bought later.

Cassava basically doesn't need fertilizer; just proper water control is enough. Hillsides are the best choice, as they can be grown even without land. Last time, when we built the workshop's wall, we cut down a lot of trees, and now the hillside looks bare, a stark contrast to the nearby Qingshui Mountain.

Now that the weather is getting warmer, it's time to transplant the fruit trees from the greenhouses and the saplings from the barren hillside.

However, the family consists of women, and it's definitely not enough for Wang Shui to do it alone. It seems we need to find workers and try to finish the job in the next few days.

As Song Jiaojiao thought about it, she cut the cassava stalks in her space into 20-centimeter sections, small sticks with teeth marks, preparing to take them to the hillside to plant later.

An hour passed as they worked. Looking at the nearly mountain of cassava stalks on the ground, Song Jiaojiao went out and grabbed several baskets, filling four baskets before she was done.

After it was packed, I put it directly in the storeroom, waiting to take it up the mountain to plant tomorrow.

After doing all that, Song Jiaojiao went to find the village chief. She first went to the village chief's house, but the door was locked, so no one was home. Then, thinking that he might be collecting eggs in the field, Song Jiaojiao started to walk towards the village chief's field.