Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

Lu Ting withdrew his hand without making a sound.

Looking at the bowl of fish soup, he could only think of one thing: his wife was right after all. If she said it was good, then it was the best thing in the world.

"Can we use this fish?" Lu Ting asked.

Liu waved his hand dismissively, "It's incredibly useful!"

He turned to look at Xiao Zhang, who was huddled in the corner, and sneered.

"If you don't want to work here, pack your bags and get out of here right now! From now on, I'll be in charge of the fish at the Hongqi Hotel!"

Xiao Zhang's face turned ashen; he knew he was finished.

After dealing with the flies, Liu Yishou, all smiles, invited Lu Ting to sit down at the small square table next to him, and even personally poured him a cup of tea.

"Brother, let's speak frankly."

Liu rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming eagerly, "I'll take as many of these fish as you have."

"Don't worry about the price, it's absolutely fair!"

"The supply and marketing cooperatives outside buy grass carp for 78 cents a pound, but they can sell it for 90 cents on the black market."

Liu held up one finger. "I'll give you 1.2 yuan! Cash on delivery!"

One dollar and two jiao!

The surrounding chefs gasped.

This price is even higher than pork!

Lu Ting's heart skipped a beat, but he showed no sign of it on his face.

He remembered what Jiang Mian had taught him, picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and remained silent.

Seeing that Lu Ting remained silent, Liu Yishou grew anxious, "Brother, this is really the absolute maximum!"

"Okay, I'll apply for a discount and pay you 1.3 yuan! But I have one condition: from now on, you have to give priority to supplying this type of fish to our Hongqi Hotel. Let's sign a long-term contract!"

Tonight's banquet is of utmost importance. If this fish dish impresses the provincial leaders, Liu Yishou's reputation will soar even higher.

He had calculated the costs perfectly; a penny more or less didn't matter at all, since he didn't have to pay for it himself.

"it is good."

Lu Ting finally nodded. "Deal."

Liu Yishou was overjoyed and immediately told the accountant to bring the money.

Even after receiving the money, Lu Ting was far from calm.

These fish are all between two and a half and three pounds, which is the ideal weight. That means each fish can be sold for about three and a half yuan.

The fishpond behind the mountain has at least seven or eight hundred fish!

hiss--

Lu Ting couldn't help but gasp.

If we sold them all, how many large brick houses could we build?

You know, an average worker only earns 30 or 40 yuan a month, but I can earn a month's wages for just 10 fish!

Besides the hundreds of fish, he also has more than a hundred ducks!

I can't believe it!

Lu Ting took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

He attributed it all to his wife being a lucky star!

With a wife like a lucky star by my side, life will only get better and better from now on!

Lu Ting carefully put the money away on his person, picked up his bicycle, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Liu Yishou couldn't resist his curiosity and leaned over to ask a question.

"Brother, if I may ask, what's the secret to raising these fish so well?"

Upon hearing this, a rare softening appeared on Lu Ting's usually cold and hard face, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible pride.

He recalled Jiang Mian standing by the fishpond, pointing out the landscape with a serious and sincere tone.

"It was raised by my wife."

She said it's called a three-dimensional circular ecological agriculture of mulberry-dike-fishpond system.

"It's science."

Liu Yishou was stunned.

Sankey what?

What is three-dimensional?

Although I couldn't understand it, it sounded really impressive!

"No wonder...no wonder!" Liu gave a thumbs up.

"Your sister-in-law is a remarkable person! A cultured woman! You're a lucky man!"

Lu Ting's lips curled up slightly as he swung his long legs and mounted his bicycle. "Of course."

That's natural.

My wife is naturally the best.

……

After leaving the state-run hotel, Lu Ting did not go straight home.

He touched the burning hot ten-odd yuan on his chest, his mind filled with the image of Jiang Mian's delicate and adorable appearance.

My wife said yesterday that she had no taste in her mouth and wanted to eat candy.

My wife said she wanted to eat ribs last time.

My wife also likes to wear skirts, and she especially likes floral prints.

Lu Ting pushed off with his foot, and the bicycle rushed towards the supply and marketing cooperative like a gust of wind.

buy!

Buy them all!

He used to lack the skills, but now that he has this scientific approach to fish farming, Lu Ting is determined to spoil his wife rotten, no matter what.

The county supply and marketing cooperative, its counter sits high above.

The sales clerk behind the counter was cracking sunflower seeds, not even lifting her eyelids.

"Comrade, I need to buy something."

Lu Ting stood in front of the counter, his tall figure blocking out a large portion of the light.

The sales clerk rolled her eyes, spat out the sunflower seed shells, and said, "What are you buying? No ticket, no sale. Don't waste my time here."

These days, sales clerks at supply and marketing cooperatives are still considered one of the eight key personnel, and it's common for them to be arrogant.

Lu Ting didn't say anything, but directly took out a stack of 100-yuan bills and several other tickets from his pocket and slapped them on the glass counter.

The sales clerk's usually indifferent eyes widened in surprise.

This stack of ten-yuan notes must be worth at least several dozen yuan!

"Two cans of malted milk powder, made in Shanghai," Lu Ting said calmly, pointing through the glass with his finger. "Two jin of White Rabbit milk candy, please."

"Two...two jin?" The saleswoman thought she had misheard. "Comrade, this milk candy is expensive, it's one yuan and fifty cents a jin, and you need candy coupons..."

"Call it," Lu Ting said succinctly.

The sales clerk immediately changed her demeanor, deftly wrapping the weighing pan in oil paper. "Alright, just a moment! Would you like anything else?"

"Two boxes of Friendship brand face cream, please."

Lu Ting thought for a moment about his wife's fair and delicate face, and then added, "Get another bottle of Pechoin for hand rub."

The elderly women and aunties who came to buy needles and thread all stared in amazement.

Whose spendthrift husband is this?

Malted milk powder is a precious item that I only buy as a gift. I only give my child a piece of White Rabbit candy to taste during the Chinese New Year. He actually bought two pounds of it!

Buying face cream again? Two boxes, no less!

"Do you still have any Dacron fabric?" Lu Ting's gaze swept over the fabric section. "I want one with a floral print, pink or light blue."

"Yes, yes, yes! These are brand new arrivals, perfect for making a stylish dress!"

Lu Ting waved his hand and tore off six feet of cloth.

Finally, he went to the grocery counter and cut up five pounds of the leftover spare ribs that no one wanted.

These days, everyone loves to buy fatty pork to render oil; only a "fool" would buy ribs that are all bones.

So regular pork sold for around 8 cents a pound, while spare ribs were only 3 cents a pound at that time.

But Lu Ting clearly remembered that his wife disliked fatty meat and preferred to gnaw on ribs.

As Lu Ting left the supply and marketing cooperative, the handlebars of his old bicycle were covered with nets.

On the left are malted milk powder and face cream, and on the right are swaying spare ribs and milk candy.

Although the large wooden tub in the back seat was empty, the roll of floral polyester fabric tied to the crossbar was dazzlingly bright in the autumn sun.

……

Hongxing Production Brigade, under the big locust tree at the village entrance.

It was right after work, and a group of old women were gathered together sewing shoe soles and gossiping.

The topic naturally revolves around the farce at the Lu family's fishpond where they used sewage to blow up fish.

"Hey, what do you think Old Lu was doing riding his bike out so early in the morning?"

"What else could they do? Sell fish, of course!"

The one speaking was Aunt Liu, the village gossip, who pursed her lips.

"Didn't you see that all of Lin Xiu'e's fish are dead? Lu Lao Er must be afraid of dying too, so he quickly scooped them out and took them to the county town to try his luck."

"I doubt it!" another auntie chimed in. "The supply and marketing cooperative is very picky about the fish they buy. With fish raised by those haphazard methods, do you think they'll accept them? They'll probably just bring them back untouched."

As they were talking, a cloud of dust rose from the road in the distance.

Lu Ting rode his bicycle, pedaling incredibly fast.

"Look! Lu Ting is back!"