Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties
Chapter 213 Dealing with Famine 2_1

Chapter 213: Chapter 213 Dealing with Famine 2_1

Before going to sleep, Xia Ningxing knocked on the door of her parents’ room, sat by the bed, and shared her thoughts with them, "Dad, Mom, once we return to the Capital City tomorrow, we should secretly stockpile as much food as possible. Then, when the famine really hits, we can donate it all in the name of our factory."

"Okay, Mom will listen to Bao’er." Mrs. Xia had no objections; whatever Xia Ningxing said went.

Moreover, she believed that her own Bao’er would never do the wrong thing. Her actions must have been backed by her own purposes and plans.

As soon as Xia Jiehao heard this, he instantly understood Xia Ningxing’s intentions and couldn’t help but rub his head, "Bao’er is really too smart. By doing this, we can both help the disaster victims and improve our reputation, establishing our brand image. It’s a win-win."

"Yes," Xia Ningxing nodded.

In fact, what Xia Ningxing and her family didn’t yet know was that the benefits extended far beyond just that.

The Xia family prepared a million catties of grain, including cornmeal, sorghum, coarse grains, beans, and the like, each in the hundreds of thousands of catties, as well as some preservable foods like bread, canned goods, and instant noodles.

Pork, beef, chicken, and various kinds of fruits and vegetables, which were difficult to preserve, were kept frozen in rented cold storage.

It was necessary to have these things prepared in advance; otherwise, by the time the famine started, the price of these foods would be ten times higher than usual—too many people were looking to profit from disaster.

Xia Jiehao also had the garment factory work overtime to produce a batch of winter clothes, then branded them with the logos of his factory and Mrs. Xia’s.

After all this was done, they had spent nearly five or six hundred thousand.

Although they had their own motives, their donation was genuine, not just for show, so the money was spent like water.

Soon, it was mid-October.

By then, the rice had begun to bow, each grain plump, like a pregnant woman in her tenth month. In just a few more days, it would be time to harvest, and the more they gathered, the happier they would be.

Madam Yun sat on the ridge of her own rice field, grabbed a handful of rice, and was overjoyed, "We’re going to make a fortune, we’re going to make a fortune. I have five mu of land, and there’s also Mrs. Cheng’s eight mu. Looking at the yield, we should make at least two or three thousand this year!"

"That stupid brute, Mrs. Cheng, was babbling about a famine. Famine my foot! Taking some child’s random dream seriously is just ludicrous!"

Madam Yun wasn’t the only one scoffing; other villagers who knew about it were also laughing.

Although Mrs. Cheng hadn’t spread the word widely, it had nevertheless traveled from one person to ten, then from ten to a hundred, until basically the whole village knew. However, not a single person believed it; it was all just a joke to them.

"Mrs. Cheng, my family is going to have a great harvest. Thank you for planting for us!" laughed Madam Yun as she passed by the Lin Family on her way back from the fields, speaking to Mrs. Cheng, who was sitting outside shelling beans.

"Oh, congratulations then," Mrs. Cheng replied, rolling her eyes and responding halfheartedly. However, compelled by a sense of humanitarianism, she couldn’t help but add, "I still feel inclined to warn you. If you harvest now, you might earn something, but if you wait a few more days, you might not have a single grain left..."

Bao’er had called her a couple of days before, saying that the locusts would be arriving within a few days.

Madam Yun, immersed in the joy of a bountiful harvest and thoughts of making a fortune, became furious upon hearing this, and with hands on her hips retorted, "Pah, pah, pah, Mrs. Cheng, I’m telling you, cursing the harvest like this—back in the day, you would have been taken to the production team and publicly criticized!"

"Yeah, Mrs. Cheng, let’s not even talk about the red moon. Just look at the sky, blue skies and white clouds—a sign of a bumper year to come," said the other villagers, also annoyed and gathering around to join in.

"How could you take a child’s dream seriously? It’s utterly ridiculous!"